walking alone by the road
everything started to move in slow mode
long hair pink cheeks and blue eyes
lips were like tender juicy pies
You made my heart jump like crazy
and I swear you just looked like pink daisy
I Wished if I could make you mine forever
but I was so shy and you were so clever
walking alone by the road
everything started to move in slow mode
I'm happy with this
With you
Doing what we do
It might not make sense
But I don't care
I'm having fun
And I know you are too
Just remember all good things
come to an end
So
Just let it be good until it ends.
Later
when the storm had left
she dressed.
I pressed her close to me
held her tenderly
whispered ,
love in her ear.
She is the ink that could think up the words in my quill
her will is my will
she is the filler of reservoirs
my ship to the stars.
my escape from those nights when sat alone in some bar having drunk just enough to anaesthetise would set my eyes on some lass
make a pass
then pass out to wake in the boat house or outhouse sometimes even worse places
pulling faces at foolishness
going home to undress and to wash off the shame.
Until she came I was drowning in dried seas
and nothing could please me
she changed that
cleaned my flat
washed me and carefree
I wait patiently when she's gone
for her return
where I can burn
in her fire.
Your voice is like sweet ether
On a dirty kitchen rag
It calms me down
It knocks me out
Knocks me up
I am pregnant with the sound
That 6 strings produce
And the beauty of your words
The fire walkers in you
Your fingers always knew
Know?
Have known?
How to pick the smiles
From my insides
Pluck the kisses from my lips
Draw the nectar
Sweetness?
Sugar?
Out
50 Ways to turn me upside down
50 ways to be knock-the-wind-out-of-me
Put-me-back-on-my-feet
Incredible
In the beginning it was dark
And you said
"Let there be colors
Let me have a guitar"
In the beginning
God colored me
Full of red blood cells
And vitriol
Carefully
Steady hands
Inside the lines
But with shaky hands
There's so many more shades
Blooming
Cascading
Lightning strikes
And this is the last time
I swear it's the last time
I will weather these storms
My daddy said there'd be boys like you
Boys who could make it rain
You know when I'm with you
I lose my mind a little
Who is this kid?
And how is he under my skin?
He's a tattoo I don't remember getting
Maybe I was drunk
Maybe I'm in love
Whatever that is.
Dog hair on duvet covers
Avocado-flavored lollipops
Antique shops
Every song about a different girl
Like 32
24
36
Bursting at the seams till I
Can't take no more
Jackie
Madeline
Taylor
Adrienne
And probably
Certainly
Girls I've never met before
What you do to me doesn't make sense
My intestines turned up at the corners
Pelvic thrusting on the couch
A little bit louder now
A little bit louder now
The mortars are screaming
Down
I'm quickly losing the war with myself
Jericho's walls
Are crumbling
And I'm told we have nothing to fear
But fear itself
Nothing to fear but ourselves
And a boy with glasses
Writing checks that I'm afraid will bounce
Singing softly to me
On the couch
Gawd, aren't relationships terrifying?
History has shown
They will kill their own
Before living with others in peace
Have no doubt
That hatred is as nourishment
Sustenance
Subsistence
A necessity for existence
They can not do without
Burning hot as fire within the wretched souls
Of those
Whose evil knows
No bounds
Would kill you
As soon as kick you
Because your skin is Olive or Brown
Or you pray to a Deity
That your life revolves around
The depravity
The corruption
Never cease to be astounded
By
Those that NEED someone to hate
Who would these mongers hate
If successful in their efforts
To eradicate
Everyone who was, from themselves, different?
If they knifed all the niggers,
Burned all the beaners,
Chopped up all the chinks
Would this, their hate, augment?
If they tortured the towel heads
Killed the catholics
Hanged the homos
Would this, finally, curb discontent?
Or
Would the haters implode
And begin to feed upon themselves
Would short people
Shoot tall people?
Would merely looking at skinny
Make fatty incensed?
Would brown-eyed people
Kill blue-eyed people?
Would red hair and freckles
Be a stoning offense?
Would black-haired people
Break blond-haired people?
This is a hate poem…
And hate seldom makes sense…
But sensical or no…
Seems the real status quo
Matters love that we show
There will always be those
That just plain NEED
Someone to hate
(If I were writing this to anyone else, especially and most probably a woman,
it would go something like this:
I would like to unfold you one layer at a time;
I will peel off clothing
until I hit bottom
until there is nothing between
my hand and your drumming heart
except trembling skin.
But writing you right now is different; those soft words would feel forced, fake, hollow and pretty and attractive and wrong. I can’t tell you why but I know my heart has a song of its own
for you and if I get it wrong you know you can laugh at it.)
Do you know how overpowering you can be?
Do you know what it is to draw a breath,
one tiny insignificant breath,
and feel my entire body throb to
touch you?
To run my fingertips across your skin
(not necessarily gently)
to press my hands into your skin until the impress -
like a flower pressed in a book -
remains.
I don’t want to peel your clothes away from you,
slow and confident and assured, (not right now).
There isn’t always confidence in want, is there?
I’d rather tear them away from you,
quest for your beating heart and the shape of
your hip and the long line of your spine attempt,
with my lips on yours,
to take your breath and make it ours.
My hands are hungry;
they feel empty, grasping, needful.
My lips are wet.
I love you.
(I ask what I am saying and I wonder if this is weak: I want your body against mine.)
"We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace.
May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before."
But the inspiring vision
had a loose definition.
We twisted the words into our new world.
We twisted and twisted,
until the line of sight broke.
Now, the civilization envisioned
has become more than you could have ever dreamed.
More powerful, more twisted.
Utopia/Distopia,?
You choose.
We are an immeasurable society,
Capable of individual self-representation,
Be it on political, religious or moral grounds.
We have a language,
We have a culture.
We are the users,
No longer will we be used.
Is that not fair, humane even?
Neither god nor state hold sway here.
This place is our domain.
Where a single being can make great change.
-Lines One and Two from A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace by John Perry Barlow.
I woke up today
feeling depressed
for the first time in months
simply because it's so easy
for you to make me invisible again.
Did nothing I wrote matter?
Am I just some game for you to play
when you get bored?
I took my heart,
sliced in open,
and laid it right in front of you,
trying to be as honest as I could be.
What
the
fuck
do
you
want
from
me
I can't give you any more
than I've already given.
If you want the walls to break down,
then prove to me I should.
And if you want to use me,
then fuck you.
I will be seen.
I will be heard.
If I spilled the secrets I knew about you,
I could turn your world up-side-down,
And sometimes I think
that's exactly what you deserve.
i don't hate you
i wish i did
your words tear apart my mind
and mutilate my thoughts
until dark thoughts creep back in
i want to hate you
but we've been through too much
i try not to
but i still care
i still wonder how you're doing
i want to hate you
after everything you've done
but no amount of screaming, tears,
dirty looks or passive aggressive poems
will make things the way they were before
Well, i am back,
And i gotta new rap,
My dad, i've never seen him cry,
But today has been the first time,
He snapped an said he might be leavin,
Cause my mom, she the one who always pevein,
Tryin to make us to just what she wants,
We probably lost all of our aumbiance,
She makein us mad, and not takin the blame,
She think we gonna be played like a game,
We just the pawns, she is the queen,
But we done, we retaliate, we burst right through the seams,
She doesnt seem to care about our feelings,
She takes everything and makes it into HER dealings,
She thinks she controls how or wht we do,
But we all know, dont test 'you know who'.
Cause imma snap,
Straight to full atack,
Aim to kill,
Or get your fill,
Cause imma cold killer,
Cruel blood spiller,
And this is my plight,
So do u have the sight?
The sight to see,
Just whats in me,
The stuff of legends,
That i can tell you, dont come from the heavens,
Im not from the light, im from the dark,
On an adventure i have embarked,
Dont push me anymore, or i will snap,
Go on, lock the door, before i attack.
