It's just another night when the lights are bright
and the knights ride slowly with the stream
with the steam rising ragged in the cold evening air
and I swear they were laughing at me
being there.
But I was there and I did see
the history of old
strutting boldly down my street
going off to meet
that appointment to keep
back in 1642
with Cromwell and his madcap crew.
Where,
when the Crown lay heavy on the head
and the King had fled
an empty bed
a viper's nest
and no rest for the wicked or the Royal.
Those loyal did their best
but his head came off quite cleanly
obscenely
some might say
other's remarked,
'he'd has his day'
And as another night fades into obscurity
trapped between youth and maturity
no longer able to see the words that were penned
I look on
and long for
the day to end.
they told me
“poetry is dead”
in hopes that when I found it I might leave it in its grave
in hopes that journeys might not begin
in hopes that I was
and, dying, I found it between
where the azalea knots its white crown and drops
between a hole in sunlight and the moon, where
between the living and the dead
a broken vase of its ashes sift
free verse and booze is the
recipe
for self perceived brilliance.
it's obvious.
but the opinion i crave
should not cast the crown.
Nor should it glisten.
Listen.
We are all Beautiful.
She's a queen
Regal and gorgeous
She's bright as whisky, serene as earl grey
She's got lips of fire
And a body
That cost 4 kings their kingdom.
She exudes an intoxicating perfume
Her lashes are fans upon her golden cheek
Her hair is a halo of the purest gold
She walks with the fluidity of unfurling silk,
Her voice is blue velvet
And jewels fall from her mouth as she talks
I'm
A bit homely
And lost like an unlabeled envelope
And frightened like a child in the dark
I'm a full sponge, and must sometimes weep a little
My crown is ill-fitting
My eyes are weird elfin lights
My heart is as some distant, famine-struck land
I'm a ruffled little bird
And listening to me speak is like watching an unrehearsed play
We are both soldiers
Waging the same vicious war
And unfortunately
This is a world
In which only the swift and strong prevail
i've got a flower crown made of weeds
oh, bles-sed thee, it's a melancholy purple night
summer schooling in nature
on the porch of a log cabin
where i rest from the sunburnt travels
on the railroad where i pretend i'm a gypsy
the me who is me
has not once got in touch
with the mother wolf inside me
nature talks, you just have to listen
I was wheeling, weren’t you left reeling? We, we--
Weren’t you falling like a star from that stately name,
Before you didn’t feel the same, and touched by
All the teeth of beasts you couldn’t tame? Then there were–
O, what silken shards of likened dreams were in your past
And it never lasted
More than a week or two. But you,
Then, you were a sentry. At the turn of the century, the
Wooden horses burned and the cardboard-box gates fell.
Since then we never felt so well
As the day before that centennial. Anon, Aeon!
Spare us only years.
I adorned you with a crown of forget-me-nots.
You, you presented me with a fistful of dirt:
Told me to grow my own damn flowers.
I am you pauper, bring me a daisy,
and kiss these lackadaisical twilights
goodbye. Slip me a drink, I feel hazy.
Can you begrudge me these drunken bar fights?
Roses and ribbons that serve your hair well
feed me sugar-coated dispositions.
While we peasants hear no wedding bell
we are subject to sadder traditions.
Adorn me with this crown of all your laws,
and I shall forever live under you.
Build me a castle from all of your flaws,
to live and die beneath that rubble, too.
If only these clouds did not float so high
they could drown me, and I not say goodbye.
Laying down
on the ground
thought not found
invisible crown
on that head
killer cold
"oh man, we're old"
soon be dead
not learned
yet
a needle earned
gone fast like a jet
they leave
they leave
they got a ticket
from the street guy
a new trinket
and they'll leave
great goodbye
The sun goes down.
Tears bubble up.
A new found frown.
Your words aren't enough.
She holds the knife.
Safely at her wrists.
It is her life.
Now use your wits.
The cup of water waits.
The pills make noise and shake.
Do something or it will be too late.
From this nightmare she must wake.
The blood, it drips and stains.
The girl is not the same.
The outcome, it is plain.
She has to die to hide the shame.
Run through the rain to help her.
Forget the past and lies.
The world is all a blur.
She cannot die.
You burst inside too late.
Her body lay on the floor.
On this date.
You wish you could have done more.
Your nightmare begins.
You just want her back.
There's no one that wins.
Now she is who you lack.
Restless nights come towards you.
Her cold eyes stare hard.
Was there something you could do?
No one would dare play that card.
Months pass with regretful days.
You lean to cutting.
Nothing can ease these pains.
Your mind is running.
You can't take it anymore.
On the bathroom floor you sit.
You cannot fix your broken core.
Every word said makes it lit.
You take the knife to your skin.
You want to end the same as she.
The lights start to dim.
But something else is the key.
You grab the water and the pills.
You chug them down.
Your final will.
You won't share the crown.
The lights fade out.
Your hearing goes.
Now you have no doubt.
You leave your foes.
To meet with her again is all you ever craved.
Now you might see her.
Now you are in your grave.
But it is all a blur.
You know not where you are.
Darkness all around you.
Locked behind these bars.
What will you do?
Make a mark
Show your presence
Do what you deserve
We are all Human
The same blood runs through us
Do what we deserve
We can all make a difference
Choose to show we matter
Establish Attendance
Before we shatter
Make our marks
Follow dreams
Before one Embarks
And goes to extremes
Show that we care
Feel Someones Love
Each of us is rare
So fly like a Dove
Do not give up
Keep chasing
Flow like water from a cup
God is not replacing
Be yourself
You will not be held down
If you love oneself
So put on your crown
For you are Your own
Each of has a right
Standing we are not alone
Shine Your Life
We all have a purpose
A Right to be free
Life can act as a Circus
Make your plea
When you finish
Be able to say you conquered
Become your own Minish
Allow to be Honored
We all Have our rights
Rights of ourself
Rights of us all
One thing separates You from Me
In the end, I will be able to say
That I Finally
Did It
