Justin Griego
These are the riots of the rise
where the innocence of the youth flies
in the face of a nation
They raise their flags as their spirits rise;
away from the innocence and towards their mindless side
A decision, to each their own mind
Do you take a step towards freed men's hell
or fall back to the child's mind?
Never this day will you be the same
and never this choice fade
when there's none to blame
Remember this day, your daily bread
fed from your mother's plate by your father's hand
Remember the prayers repeatedly said
and pray they protect you when adolescence is dead
Give us this day, a bloody hand
and try not to stumble into the grave-digger's sand
Here's a little Nugget on a pirate ship
sailing away to where all the pirate's sit
Give them a taste of this sleepy buck'a'roo
And by the way, I love you
Here's little Nugget on a itty bitty boat
sailing away through the muddy, murky moat
With little sleepy eyes and some mud on'is shoe
just remember that I love you too
There goes Nugget on his super duper raft
ridin' through the rapids going super duper fast
Closing his eyes and off he flew
and by the way, I love you
A man with a gun
Steps from an allyway gloomed
Aimed it at me
And froze me where I stood
He said, "Son, lemme ask you a question.
As death stares you in the eye,
Are you afraid for your money,
Or do you fear for your life?"
Neither, was the response
From between those clenched teeth
I am unselfish in materials;
you can have all my things.
And my body is ready
for when the angels start to sing
"I think you're lyin'"
Said the man with the gun
"I can see it in yer eyes,
I bet you want to run"
If you do what you do
and you say that you may
then my family'll be left
in such disarray
My mum will become
but just a shell of herself
and my dad in his grief
destroy a lamp or a shelf
My sisters will wear black for a week
My brothers will search for you in the streets
Who knows better than you
where these streets can take?
My Woman may die from a broken heart,
and my children may never know
that I was there from the very start
My friends will all cry
and spill a beer in the dirt
and my dog may become violent
as he guards my last worn shirt
My grandkids will know
The year that I die
But they'll never know like knew
the joy of a grandparents smile
I do fear this in my death, good sir
but I've no fear of dying.
The man shook his head
shaken to his core
His eyes stared for a moment
before they met mine once more
"Get out of here", he said in tone real low
"Go, and speak of dying no more,
For I am the son of a father
Who was killed when I was four"
Another Insomniac Poem
The feelings of broken minds
the rage
Creeping, freaking
feeling sage
I think thinking's speaking
from a rattled cage
And speaking's shrieking
has soured my brain
I feel clutter by thoughts
in a crowded room
Jilted by vocabulars
on an empty tome
Deafened by the silence
of the un-assumed
Subdued like a man
by a woman's perfume
Left here in a vacuum
vaguely confused
A desk, a chair
the blankness that exists
the door is barred
but I must escape this
Eyes are so distant
as I attempt to resist
Erasers and pencils
put papers in places
Desktops to blacktops
puts distance to this mess
Forgive me, my Writings,
this begins my hiatus
I swing, I swag
I hand out punishment in a bag
You're fresh, You're fly
The boys turn heads as you walk by
We're rock, We're roll
They're playing flag,
Two hand touch,
And we're playing professional
Cascades, cascades
Veils of rain
Never ending, Never rending
Faith in pain
To see is to explore
in the dim lit night
To see I implore
by hidden moon light
to the ways of the waves
as the rain cascades
on umbrella's held high
but only semi-dry
are the eyes and the sighs
and the little black ties
on doorknobs unlocked
precariously ensconced
those cries of pain
by the pouring rain
Unexplained
Unrestrained
Unexplicitly refrained
When the cloud flies
The crowd sighs
And the children unequivocally
sing
Eyeliner stare
into the sky somewhere
Creamy and Delightful
with an artistic flair
Neon lights streak
across Beauty's cheek
and race off towards the world
Words of Dreams 'er lips speak
And somewhere up above
stars flutter like doves
illuminating Dreamer's thoughts
and capturing the essence of Love
And into this picture I do stare
Seeing your face, knowing you care
gives me promise for the future
that you'll always be there
1 part Fame
2 parts Game
3 for the party
4's just the same
5 footed chain
6 stitched pain
7 say they're sorry
8 claim insane
This little bit popped into my head and I jotted it down quickly. I'm not even sure the message but I'm sure there is one hidden somewhere.
....and Ma'am;
Do you take this man
...to love him with all you can?
...to hold him when he is sad?
...to support him when he feels had?
...to give to him when he needs a hand?
...to smile with him in the evening sand?
...to laugh with him when the joke was bad?
...to dream with him about your life plan,
and to live with him when they don't pan?
Do you take this man
...to be your friend?
...your confidant?
...your sin
...and to be your husband?
It's all right there, just stay focused
The more you focus, the faster you'll be done.
Like the steak from last night
So good, and the service made it all right
And that waitress; What a sight!
Sight, stay on the task at hand
Just focus on getting out of work and all will be fine.
Like the print on that contract yesterday
and tomorrow, I'm gonna tear up the highway
and maybe get a jealous glance or two thrown my way
My way, my way. The only thing keeping me here is my brain
This rain, this rain, makes my A.D.D. go completely insane
Insane like that rhyme I just made.
Hey I'm a poet, maybe I could make an A.D.D. poem!
I wonder if there is cure for.........I think I can go for some ice cream.
How can you criticize a man with a weakness?
The soldier who wields a lighter sword
is he not covering for his lack of strength?
yet he is praised for his understanding of battle
and allowed to compensate his arm to such lengths
The painter who paints life as it stands still
does he not show his lack of imagination?
yet he is praised for his forthright abilities
showing the world his mundane interpretation
The musician who bends the strings to his will
he is good, but can he dance or is his voice too shrill?
yet here he is treated like a god
for his guts and his sweat and his need for a thrill
But a man who is lonely, broken, or worn
puts on a smile, his handshake is warm
and yet the others laugh, they point, they scorn
"Your façade is fake, you fool," they say
"the only one you're fooling is yourself," they claim
But a façade is a shield, a crutch if you may
to attempt to deflect the hate that they spray
it allows your wounds to heal below
and keep sympathy, scorn, and disgust away
and if it works, and it does, they'll never know
it was all just a lie, a façade, you had shown
I believe...
Like wind beneath the swallow's wings
Our love shall too have height
Verily, verily; as these two hearts sing
Everlasting fires doth burn bright
Yesteryear is out of sight
Order this year doth not bring
Unveil the dark with brand new light
...and love me to the end of the trail so winding
This short little poem before work
was written without a shirt
I'm gonna be too fucking lazy
and call in sick to that crazy
So I can just lay with my baby before work
Swimming in circles, doing turns
checking reflections in the glass
Motor hums as the water churns
and the rocks on the bottom, dull as dirt
Current runs gently as the plastic grass yields
to bubbles rising from plastic chests
I wonder how my goldfish actually feels
if every three seconds it's all brand new
Excitement, Excitement
Creeping into my head!
To sleep! To sleep!
Must find my bed!
No time! NO TIME!
I must lay my head!
Circled Red! Circled Red!
It's what the calender says!
'Morrow's break, 'Morrow's break
is too far awhile
So to sleep! Get to sleep!
So the Stars pass with'a smile
For that day is the day,
The beginning of our trial!
For our Red Letter Day
is the arrival of our child!
To my disdain...
Their stare, violent in nature
and here I thought for sure
the papers, the newscasters
(for vultures they are)
would see, would glee
at the ugly underneath
from all the slander and banter
that I could gather to slather
upon the wound of your economy
to cover the scars of your villainy
with boasts of your generous chivalry
and yet, the eyes of the vultures mutter disparagingly
about warfare, murders, and highway robbery
as leaders of the Moons, and the Five Red Stars
lick their lips in harmony at your display
They're ready to clip your wings 'O War Eagle
to snuff the flame 'O Lady of Copper
You must strive to prove your regal
Or soon will be our day of violent upheaval
Be and be
A sea I see
Them and Thee'
'Tis me they'll free
A cross and shield
marching feet yield
real and zealed
Deadly they'll feel
Somethings written
shouldn't be read
Somethings heard
shouldn't be said
Somethings sometimes should be read
by all but one
Sometimes somethings should be heard
by all but none
Somethings I've written
I want you to read
Sometimes I worry about the letters
'cuz I know you'll see
In this world you've tried
kept M'onsters you still hide
Memories stuffed in closets tight
out still oozes M'onsters' slime
turning the night to wasted rind
and running circles in looped time
'We're all so very tired', they say
but with lights on they lay
'cuz in the dark is when you memories play
and nightlights 'on't work to keep'em at bay
so with bright lights they lay
hoping your M'onsters stay away
M'onsters 'll stay as long as they choose
but I've got a lock to keep the door closed
a touch in a latch and a demeanor so soothed
that no M'onster can squeam its' way through
So dim the lights and let my shining love prove
and consider those M'onsters properly shoo'ed
The clouds move over the sun
as the stage is set, lights dim
Movements of dancers getting set
nervously watching as the clouds darken
Lightning flashes in the distance
as the dancers beat there chest
the rolling thunder reckoning its approval
as the lead pumps her fists
The first drop falls with pounding grace
as the dancers jump up with thunderous sound
The soaking drops rain its applause
as their collective feet touch the ground
The wind licks at the cloth draped around them
as they spin and flip as a choreographed group
And the wind yells in violent glee
as their movements express their vigilant youth
The dancers finish with their perfect end
as the elements smile on the energetic routine
And as the lights raise and the clouds move away
The dancers turn and bow to the future of Me.
