I was told poems mustn't rhyme
Those that do show infantile minds
A child can rhyme two with glue
Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue
Rhymes are easy
Essence is hard
I use conventional flow
As my not-so-trump trump card
Stop. Branch out.
Find the words to reach deep down.
The soul wrencher's
The tear jerkers
The love felt on a whim
From first sight
Unable to project true depth
The easy kind
Stick to the rhymes for now
Best to do what you know how
Mercurial in my moods,
I switch up, off and on
Mercury rules me
Disputations nailed upon
My churches doors
and Cancer galore
You cannot buy indulgences
And use them on me
The only swaying I do
Is when the wind blows the trees
On a cool summer evening
When the Moon is nigh
And Orion looks down
From his hunt in the sky
I feel like I am on a retrace
Slowly being replaced
By a small little low face
In a big world where he got no place
It's like crusin down a freeway
But still losin on the big race
Try being a disgrace
To yourself like its all plié
Still walking on a slow pace
More lone than NASA in space
Where nothing really matters
And my mind is in some scatters
Get all your sadness in a platter
Eat it up while you're getting flatter
Lyrics everywhere like I just had a splatter
Spittin on a mic they call me grand master
Yet my emotions are unorganized some would call it natter
Like if they were in a ball and my mind was a batter
Throw it by chance land low then make it a clatter
May land and fuck you up but it don't matter
Well it landed on me so now my body shatters
May be so sad with all my lows
But now I'm some kid that nobody knows.
1:04 am and I am expectin a lil show
Or am I too late? did I miss my flow?
Did anyone bring the drinks for the party I was about to throw?
To forget about our lives hittin up like drive by's
Got everybody leavin they say bye bye
Used to be that kid that would just cry all night
But got used to it now I act alright.
Getting used to every punch like it was cake right?
Take a lil piece and say it was easy right?
Where life is not a game but I got played by life
Fucked up so hard lost myself out on sight.
Don't be me and do alright.
Maybe you won't be like me being blue all night.
I hope everyone that left is doing alright.
I hope this dont last any longer cold like a frost bite
Hope I can get it back. My might for the fight
I hope I can get it back, my little shining light.
Back when I was in love with things or so I thought
I was far too agreeable to everyone
And I often tasted the bitter sting when someone else forgot who I was
But really what I didn't understand was the impermanence of things
How my opportunities were limited
And how I shouldn't care so much about what other people think
I should've just breathed in and been exactly as I was meant to be
How I should've savored the moments back then
Before the truth of life could find me
And sink my feet into reality
If you want flowery poetry
Hit pause, backspace delete.
I write on a lot of subjects;
Only a few could be called sweet.
I’m not into swirling windstorms
Or describing billowy clouds.
Not into extolling autumn leaves
Or conifers standing proud.
I try to select the human things
Whether good or even bad.
Sometimes I wrestle with
Life twists that make us sad.
I try to speak for everyman
And that includes the women.
I try to reflect life circumstances
And the results the travel with them.
So, crooning polysyllabically
Is seldom my favorite tune,
Nor is waxing limerickally
About June, and spoon and moon.
Instead I’ll probably take to task
Those who live in sappy hope
A prince shows up in their life
A proper romantic dope.
I write the rhymes about crooks
That steal from your children
And the supposed leaders
That molest and abuse women.
I write about parents who
Ignore what their children need
And instead find their joy
On selfishness and greed.
After so many millennia
We really need to stop
Waiting for someone else to come
And be the moral traffic cop.
It is us who need to change
And teach our children accordingly
Because the way we are fixing things
Humanity is progressing dismally.
So keep your butterfly couplets
And views of rain on hedges.
We are falling apart as humans
And it’s visible on the edges.
It will only take a few crazies
With power enough to wield
And this planet, and us of course,
Will no longer have a shield.
When my thoughts run away with me
And I don't know which way I should go
Once I receive the insignificance I so badly wanted
And all I want, is to be left alone
When every corner of my existence is thick with dust
Having flooded my mind, this temporary home
I find his words alive again, and I am reminded
That I must decide once more to go home
Little girl with wide blue eyes
Dreams as boundless as the skies
Surrounded by dust and dead ends
Waltzing in a land of make pretend
Freckled, fervent and coy
Twirling past the neighbor boys
When she moves, she slips away
Lost in a smile and a happy place
Left to wander the desert dry
Alone and forgotten no matter what she tries
Looking for affection in an empty well
Fading echoes of forgotten church bells
With her reveries she swiftly dropped
A leap of faith and the whole world stopped
Warm blood and dampened grass,
A mangled foot and a binding cast
In dark days she prayed for help
Wanting to step and perform
Not ready to give up her last chance
To take the stage by way of dance
Ten years later, she's swaying
and twice as stunning as before
Sculpted cheekbones and brooding eyes
Grabbing audiences by surprise
She's reborn a star of the movies,
With a new name and tiny waist
Pretty young flapper with a striking face
The little girl has finally found her place
It’s like an echo off a cliff
Quiet as the hissing wind
Which hums over the wingtips of a gull
Lost in a sea of sand
Beneath the feet of a Castaway
Are the memories of bygone times and days gone by
They are washed away
As is every hope and happiness
Which once was brought upon, by the comforting rain
Though the trees connect his head and hands
To the barren sky above his head
No firelight can catch a glimpse of the looking glass
Or signal back, beyond the reef and its crooked back
For his is only in his heart inland
That survived the falling flights decent
Out of the sky above his head
Where the wings of changes could carry him back
Home to her arms, at loving last
Been on my instrumental CD for some time... Such a classic.
The steel inside my forearm
Has bent beneath the tremendous heat
Of the forest fire burning in me
How it roars and screams a passionate plea
Not of agony but of fury
Both in might and out of sight
With hands outstretched
Over top the sea of burning trees
And temperatures boiling over uproariously
You’ll hear the howl of this wolverine
As it drowns out the earthly screams
Of a forest fire
Insurmountable and unquenchable by any stream
i lay awake at night
with a thought confined mind
what’s already over
to the dust under our feet
i can’t sleep
i can’t stop
you’re so consumed
with fitting in
within an unfit people
why can’t you realize
that in my eyes
we only have to fit each other