America, the beautiful
Home of the brave
Or so it used to be
Before it became
Home of the selfish and lazy
From sea to shining sea
Once a cape of good hope
Until the tidal patterns shifted
And eroded the shores
Of her dignity
Born American, patriot by choice
Is how the saying goes
But what's a patriot really
If patriotism is measured
By the size of one's collection of faded bumper stickers
(As if bumper stickers would revive us)
Land of the pilgrim's pride
But on this trajectory
We'll soon be
Land of the pilgrim's regret
From every mountainside, let ignorance ring
I cringe to think of what we're reduced to
A hollow shell
Made of fashion and fake money
Nothing keeping us truly alive
Each generation weaker than the one before
Please, no more.
Someone speak for all that's good
Do what our leaders never could
My country, 'tis of thee I plead,
Awaken, open your eyes, and see.
Day three of my A Poem A Day project. Written 5/16/2013.
Great memories are to be made no more
Because of a stupid reason or
Just because we are too lazy
And this is driving me crazy
Yet it's true and we can't deny
This heaviness goes beyond the sky
We all look for a happy life
Not settling for to only survive
Sometimes it means a hard farewell
Although you wish you could cast a spell
That will make it all a bad dream
Instead of oppression reaching the extreme
Guess we all have to accept
That from life there's no exit
Unless the gods of moving around
Decide it's time for you to hit the ground
Reckless blood and wit intertwined
A twisted, brazen mind.
Is so clearly different
It leaps and soars, so acrobatic
And your thoughts appear to me so hazy and enigmatic
Your mind is simply not pragmatic
Yet your perception knows no bounds.
You have thoughts that come close to insanity
That sometimes flow in the form of profanity.
Is either very high or very low
Up and down, to and fro
There is no in between for you
Some say you are stupidly crazy
The dull ones say that, the ones too lazy
To see beyond the rugged surface.
The subdued and vapid ones
Will never understand the magnetism
Of your sweet, exquisite devilry.
On your face you often wear
A fierce and restless stare
A wan, discontented expression
As though you're always awaiting
Are fluid, swaying fire
And I will never tire
Of watching you burn
I can see you brain boil and churn
As it reels into into areas of madness and chaos.
Is an endless field of dark reverie,
Of fear and vagary.
I know your night terrors
Your savage dreams of death
Screams and bated breath
The grotesque world of horror thats spins itself out
And dribbles into your drawings
All those creatures, skeletons gnashing and clawing...
Are gentle and thoughtful
Yet you are terrified
Of this dark thing that sleeps within you.
Your eyes - they’re stunning
They’re tempestuous, wanton,
Wild, like some fierce animal peering out of a rusted cage
Oh, your eyes
They are something beautiful, but annihilating
Like Autumn crocus flowers, innocently poisonous
Lids splaying delicately like its violet leaves.
You are tall and strong
And your smile
Is the biggest paradox I've ever encountered
You are not
A creature of the commonplace
You are not a slave of the ordinary
You are not a mindless drudge of the mundane
You are free.
Or bewitched, what's the difference
can't I fly?
and you know
that you know
that I know
that you know
that I know
that you'll never
and try not to worry
I'll help you study
I want the action and cut
the confident strut
making me tut
I want the blinding lights
the disturbed nights
the cat fights
making me right
I want the drunken slur
the lazy chauffeur
making me blur
I want the beauty not the brains
the heartaches and the pain
the work and the strain
making me faint
I don't want the lights
I don't want the fights
I don't want the pain
I don't want to feign
this life that I dream of
that millions desire
I think I'd be better off
staying the little liar
Now, I know what you’re thinking:
He’s just another fucking heart throb,
Using his fat gob and lazy rhymes,
To tell us he’s emotional.
Well, yeah...you’re right.
What gave it away?
Do my short sentences betray?
It’s the way I play with rhetorical questions, you say?
Perhaps its my use of... pauses... that so delineates me from the others?
Maybe it’s my habit of only speaking from the heart through verse.
Because speaking plainly...I can’t think of anything worse...
I rehearse and rehearse and rehearse,
So if you take poetry away from me, then I curse you for what you have done.
Because I have only just begun...
Without the rhyme, the beat, the rhythm, I am a facade of sparkling happiness...
So that no one can feel me.
Always having to conceal me.
Never showing the real me.
But without knowing what’s wrong, how can anyone ever heal me?
Heal my heartache and mindache and soulache and... headache...
Fuck it...just let me take a nurofen and leave me the fuck alone...
Sobbing in the corner rummaging for some rhymes to spout when I get the microphone...
Oh girl do this
Oh girl do that
This one also
Please don't chat
Oh girl tell truth
Oh girl don't lie
You lie again
I make you cry
Oh girl so dumb
Oh girl stupid
Can't do math
You so horrid
Oh girl don't help
Oh girl please try
I just ask you help
Why don't comply?
Oh girl ugly
Oh girl so shy
Don't want stand nearby.
Oh girl tired
Oh girl lazy
Don't want do work
Keep say sleepy
Oh girl angry
Oh girl rebel
Should call police
Lock in a cell
Oh girl you suck
Oh girl you sick
I don't care
You go chew plastic.
Oh girl you sad
I really don't know
Why never say
Why never show?
You know it's not just me
We all voted and the consensus was apathy
Paper-maiche homogenized politicians are so transparent
We just couldn't fake it without an alternative to replace it
So we collectively sighed stayed at home and shook our heads
Whatever if this is the best we can do it's better to do nothing instead
So we dig for books about faces drink tumblers listen to the sound of clouds too
Any sense of distraction after a fashion to run away from truth
You see we have cheap beer fast food pizza delivery
We can find adult friends online and watch porn for free
It's easy to miss love truth kindness compassion integrity
It's blinking on our screen but the notification is so annoying to me
So let's all gorge on twittering wings drowning in endless hours of shows videos and TV
Let's all fuck each other senseless in hollow loveless robot abandon
It seems we may have seen too many apocalyptic zombie war vampire movies
We're all terrified certain the end is soon so what's the point of making plans then?
By the way I'm no better and am ruled by nagging gnawing knowing doubt
I have no contributions or solutions just problems to bitch about
Can we both just quiet our dreams gently and promise not to discuss
Why we accept fate sadly and settle for the substitutions of happiness passed to us
Azrael Always James
© Copyright 2013
the miles between point a
and b are too many
but as always, the race is on
...and oh, yes
i am in a race
of my own creation
brain calculates and recalculates
(is that an officer of the law?)
i practice the smoothest curves
but at the same time
sweet sassy maggy
follow the rules
don't forget the coffee for the love of god
make it to the one gas station by 7
for fuck's sake, get around the blue car
the black car
the raggedy old truck
before the exit or you know
you. are. screwed. for. miles.
for christ's sake, use all your goddamn skill
to get a around a stupid slow truck
or a semi
before thou shall not pass
or you know your rage will be uncontrollable
things are going well
you feel confident...you will be on time
you are flying and no one can touch you
your driving is flawless
that crazy sun is shining
and the bass is vibrating your bones
and then t i m e s l o w s
as William H. Macy, you see it
it's that fucking Kia Sportage
adrenaline shoots into my veins
and i slam into manual
woman cruising like you're on a lazy sunday drive
smoking a cigarette like it's 1950.
don't you know that i'm in a race,
and you are my nemesis?
The first time...I disgustingly recall.
Oh, it was sore and achy, overall
But the force was so weak
Left no nasty mark on my cheek
Although my mind was worn out and tired and bleak
I had said one too many words
He snapped, the sensation was all a blur
I looked up, tears in my eyes
"I deserved it" I silently decide
And waited for the choking memory to subside
Gray and hazy and spiteful and loud
"You lazy bastard, I hope you're fucking proud"
So I make an escape plan on my own tonight
I get stabbed when I muster strength to fight
Don't bother... I'm just an irrelevant plight.