They called me cute and sweet
I am confused sometimes
Am I human or a cat?
They cuddle me night and day
They pamper me like a child
My food is called SWEETHEART
My bed is with mom and dad
I am Harry, my mom's Prince,
My dad's best friend
My siblings companion.
I am super naughty,
I am the devil of the house
I make mom's heart boil
I turn her kitchen upside down
mom looks mad but she only smiles
They love the precious me still
like no other...
Mom and dad, brother and sisters
Let me tell you something today
and sorry for being brutally honest
Today as I sat by the window
I saw someone I like
It walks, it meows, it looks like me,
four legged, furry, slightly smaller, cuter
but it sounds like me...
but lovelier, yes sweeter
Please tell me, what is the life
outside this very window?
Am I allowed to say hi to my first friend
Why I Kissed Your Glasses (A Love Poem)
I went to kiss your forehead
misdirected, missed my turn off,
with a seeing-eye tortoise
made of plastic.
Went to kiss your toes,
but the stunning purple hue that
decorated your toenails
shocked me into limp rigidity,
Kissed your lips tenderly, longingly,
but Coco's formulation haunted me the whole day,
Her interference needed, but let it be recorded,
It was you I loved, not her!
I kissed your fingertips so delicately,
with tenderness great,
enjoyed a vigorous nibble,
received a poke in the eye,
accidentally, of course.
Could go on and on,
but decorum forbids further revelations,
worth noting, but not composing,
still laughing at my just rewards,
the bruises resulting from my failed escapades!
All I can say is
I will be coming back soon enough.
because you are my best poem,
and the there will always be another stanza needed...
Memorial Day Weekend 2013
As the golden hammer
Pounds the rusty nail
How much more can a people take
Laying open on the side of the bleeding highway
Storms in the distance coming into existence
Rising itself, preparing itself
To wash away the inhabitants of the lost
Giving over to the brutality of humanity
Oh generation, where can you turn
Travelers of this dying sphere
Awaken! Awaken! Youth of tomorrow
Consumers of the day
Set course for the unknown
Where in reality
The hammer is the slave
I met an insomniac through a Craigslist post
Who alleged: She’d stolen > 2000 hearts
On subways/escalators/sidewalks – men turn to toast
(By her gorgon glance, she boasts, even testicles depart).
How does one ensnare one fashioned of nails and sap?
By invisibility, mirrored shield, winged boots, curved sword?
The heart’s armor, thus arrayed, can easily entrap
This goddess, dreadlocked in her own umbilical cord.
But I do not stoop to conquer, but to please
This walking paradox, over-caffeinated, old soul
Intoxicated by words, music, auteurs (esp. Scorsese),
You’re my aurora, glowing green, in the north celestial pole.
Slacker, artist, writer, words have escaped you:
You lay breathless at the foot of your wandering Jew.
For regrets i have
And times i missed
I never thought
I could be so pissed
War against any who approach
No method or trials
This is nothing that can be coached
Fallen friends ill avenge this yet
You thought i wouldnt kill wanna bet?
Youve taken all i knew
I now turn the crosshairs on you
Fueled by love
Compelled by hate
No man could reach a power this great
You try and try but will never overcome
I have the world under my thumb
I saw your hope crush
Felt your strikes
To me, but plush
Im calling you out
Here i am
Any resistance is futile by man
She saw her life flash before her eyes
Even the dark chapter containing a swift demise
Furry sank in
As she grew uncomfortable in her own skin
Everything was supposed to turn out alright
Not flutter away like some unhinged kite
This man was supposed to be the epitome of desire
A person others could admire
There shouldn't have been any indecision
They were to merge in an act of pure fission
And So it appeared for fifty long days
Then in disintegrated in the reflected glimpse of a bong's haze.
Uncaring minutes are but passersby
disregarding my wails.
They hear me; they offer no help.
Though, with only sixty seconds to exist,
why would they stop for me?
The hours pound against my skull with intent to smash their way in.
Such constant clangor resonates through my consciousness
disturbs my ego,
the agitation seems to sieve out
tiny jealousies from among other thoughts.
Oh those god-damned Days.
They see me confused and seize their chance;
they pull out my feet
right from under my frame,
and helpless, hurt,
I collapse to the earth.
And here time really sets in.
The Months form gangs called 'Years'
and The Years take their turn
breaking my joints, my fingers, my knees,
all my snappable, crackable points.
Curved, crippled, and creaking,
I languish in fantasies of what's supposed to be,
oh, and the 'might-have-beens'.
Time makes things worse.
A dark shadow moves over me.
I look up as far as a heavy, beaten head will allow
only to see the massive, soul-crushing weight of the decades
seating their backside;
down to rest upon my twig-like spine.
And throughout the abuse,
I crawl, cringe, cower
as safe as can be in a low lying state on the ground,
(which is still six feet too high for all that time cares!)
I hear from somewhere afar
an unfaltering decree
from my maker to me
"Stand up straight! For Heaven's sake!"
I have this seemingly endless list of passions, desires, dreams, and necessities. They haunt me. I am stuck in this state of near oblivion in a dismal attempt at removing myself from it all. It seems that time itself is taunting me; reminding me of the days and hours that are slipping easily from my grasp. There are mountains to be climbed and trails to be hiked and planes to be flown. I have the world to see and it seems that I am approaching the cliff and I can either dive into my travels or turn around sullenly and hope to find this time again. Meanwhile my studies await my return and my career hangs in the air with hope of a worthwhile degree. Yet I feel as if I am sewn to the floor of this place and there is no cutting myself loose to tend to any of these callings. I am watching my life pass me by and I am not entirely sure how to become a part of it.
I destroy homes.
I tear families apart.
I'm more costly than diamonds,more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me,remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you.
I live with the rich,I live with the poor,down the street & maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab,but not like you think.
I can be made under your kitchen sink.
I have many names but there's one you know best,my name is Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome,try me you'll see.
But if you do you may never break free.
Just try me once & I may let you go.
But try me twice & I'll own your soul.
When I possess you you'll steal & you'll lie.
You do what you have to-just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms,will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms (your lungs & your nose).
You'll lie to your mother,you'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears - you should be sad.-
But you'll forget your morals & how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience.
I'll teach you my ways.
I turn people from God & separate friends.
I'll take everything from you.
Your looks & your pride.
I'll be with you always-right by your side.
You'll give up everything,your family,your home.
Your friends,your money,then you'll be alone.
I'll take & take,till you have nothing more to give.
When I'm finished with you,you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned-this is no game.
If given the chance I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body.
I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely.
Your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you.
The voices you'll hear from inside your head.
The sweats,the shakes,the visions you'll see.
I want you to know these are all gifts from me.
You'll regret that you tried me,they always do.
But you came to me - Not I to You!
You knew this would happen,many times you were told.
But you challenged my power & chose to be bold.
You could have said no & walked away.
If you could have that day over what would you say?
I'll be your master & you my slave.
I'll even go with you to your Grave.
Come take my hand,let me lead you to hell.
They turn me inside out again
blank pages flutter to the floor
They have to shake me
in order to free the few pages
that I held dear
they were stuck to my hands and caught on my heart
"Why won't you let these go?"
"They are just empty pages"
I let the ink fall from my eyes
"You can't fill something up if it isn't first empty"