POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
Written 5/2014
Even robots cry
To dance through a metals wave
To bend iron cast down
Built ships through this junk filled maze
Awaiting rust
Standing still from yester years decay
Rainbows have rain
Rain has dirt
But robots have people
Who feel nothing
Even when they hurt
Even robots cry
Sandy plays here
Much to my chagrin
Her little pale white dress gets dirty
Perhaps if I were here long enough
I too
Would have allowed myself to get dirty
Wires Hang me from lines
Feeling my dysfunction
Misused like concubines
***
Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While
A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
***
They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
They’re listening
Systematically
***
Waiting for transistors to align
Always skilled at entering occupied areas
In spite of danger signs
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!PARANOID!
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And church can’t sooth me
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Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine
Behind enemy lines
Camouflaged into the walls
Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls
Where faces plague me
Past images degrade me
And force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October
Hate me
***
My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
And sensations date rape me
***
Till I wonder to nowhere
And everywhere
And become wonder woman
Doing 100 on 71 South
Demons position curse word to my mouth
***
I live in this hell
This hell!
Critically tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell
***
God made me ugly so He could love me
And you can hate me
I despise ever being born
I’m constantly
And consistently
Begging God
To please relieve me of this thorn
!Paranoid!
Release me from this mind carved storm
Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023
Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023
So we meet
Somewhere between the icy glaciers
Tidal waves
Cutting rocks beneath our feet
Was a sweet rendition
We were left with this condition
Called love
Movement was nil
Heaven was still
And the earth timed out
And still
There was
You
And me
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Wandering this vast place
I’m not lost
But
I really miss you
The way your lips feel on my face
Was church good today?
I know pastor really preached the word
I miss seeing him too
Afghanistan has trouble ya’ know
I thought I’d be out of here by now
President Bush said so a coupla’ months ago
I hope it’s true
Tell Jordan mommy will be home real soon
But no matter what happens
It will always be
Me
You
And Jordan
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Love built bricks on her relic
fragments so old it was hard to sell it
It was the twisted lip
That was hard to the kiss
Waist at a dip with hands on her hips
Balled up fist
Neck at a twist
Humming
MMMMHHHHMMM
”Cuz can’t trust no missta nice guy”
She walked this maze
Broken into forever’s daze
It seemed like her
And bitter
Would live
Forever
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
You have transformed me into moments of raindrops
Sunrays from roof tops
When I was closed you opened my blinds
Led me to the light
You let in the sunshine
That had a keen fragrance of the rain
You soldiered lilies and butterflies that laid eggs on my windowpane
And slayed every dragon that dared creep into my brain
You squeezed oil from my rot
And brought meaning and love to every painful spot
We hugged each other like microphones
You made musical sounds to every agonizing groan
It was music only you could read
I love you so much I get butterflies and it becomes hard to breathe
And so
It will always be
Me
And you
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
I have nothing but anticipation for your touch
So I play fight with you just to seem a little tough
Anything for a little “physical activity” even if it’s a little rough
But you always pull away somehow
And turn our intentions around
You always remind me your friend likes me
And cool our attraction down
I don’t know how to tell you
How I want this tease to end
I don’t know how to tell you
I want you and not your friend
Seasons call
From behind a threshed of mourning
Exploring
A handwritten endeavor
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!Together!
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I will love you forever
That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old
Love put years on happy
And on his 97th birthday
We sat
We rocked
We listened
To the stars
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We made love
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We died
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!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
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