brass-knuckles-mike - Hello Poetry

We believed in a promise once The Boss or When in Rome All our rebellion found its voice In punk, rock, or BioDome And we believed That we were not alone We found communion In words that didn't rhyme We chased our kindred As a way to find home When life interrupted us... Some of our musical heroes Gave us versions of songs That wont make the radio Some acoustic arrangements Showing the art of rock In cello or piano Life always feels like we're throwing up Woah, oh oh... Growing Up. And woah oh, Thunder Road.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC

Anthology

We believed in a promise once The Boss or When in Rome All our rebellion found its voice In punk, rock, or BioDome And we believed That we were not alone We found communion In words that didn't rhyme We chased our kindred As a way to find home When life interrupted us... Some of our musical heroes Gave us versions of songs That wont make the radio Some acoustic arrangements Showing the art of rock In cello or piano Life always feels like we're throwing up Woah, oh oh... Growing Up. And woah oh, Thunder Road.

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Every thought too fast to speak In every moment an emergency Would you hear me If I spoke without reason Would you feel me If I ignored your touch? Does my love for you Fall with the season Or maybe I Or maybe I Am running out of luck You split the winds with your temper Your passions are tempered For the desire To be tied in a truss If I give in I give to you too much Would you want me still If I am weathered... In a sandstorm can you feel my touch? Does being blind in the dark Stir the disfunction To see what we are not You spoke to me in riddles Expecting a solution But I only had questions And neither of us should have survived this far I will meet you in the car.

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Dec 12, 2025

Dec 12, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC

The Ties That Bind

Every thought too fast to speak In every moment an emergency Would you hear me If I spoke without reason Would you feel me If I ignored your touch? Does my love for you Fall with the season Or maybe I Or maybe I Am running out of luck You split the winds with your temper Your passions are tempered For the desire To be tied in a truss If I give in I give to you too much Would you want me still If I am weathered... In a sandstorm can you feel my touch? Does being blind in the dark Stir the disfunction To see what we are not You spoke to me in riddles Expecting a solution But I only had questions And neither of us should have survived this far I will meet you in the car.

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I am a terrible man Replete with terrible features Too old for a hopeful youth Too young to concede defeat... yet And that was precisely how we met A terrible woman Wiping her knees from dirt and grass Disenchanted and disaffected... yet Complete with a smile To purloin your sirloin And you'd thank her for the chance Improbable possibles Impossible improbables I looked around and I doubted There were bookies taking bets on us You fool, You damnable child And me A man-child, **** you Like sunset and sunrise Our crossings be brief But from time to time When the weather and stars align We meet And call it Twilight Just for some dumb ******* to turn into a sparkly vampire movie.

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC

Yet

I am a terrible man Replete with terrible features Too old for a hopeful youth Too young to concede defeat... yet And that was precisely how we met A terrible woman Wiping her knees from dirt and grass Disenchanted and disaffected... yet Complete with a smile To purloin your sirloin And you'd thank her for the chance Improbable possibles Impossible improbables I looked around and I doubted There were bookies taking bets on us You fool, You damnable child And me A man-child, **** you Like sunset and sunrise Our crossings be brief But from time to time When the weather and stars align We meet And call it Twilight Just for some dumb ******* to turn into a sparkly vampire movie.

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Where do we keep heroes now In concrete stars On Hollywood Or sunset boulevard? Where can we find The voices calling When graveyards And tears feed Our gardens?

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC

Empty Garden

Where do we keep heroes now In concrete stars On Hollywood Or sunset boulevard? Where can we find The voices calling When graveyards And tears feed Our gardens?

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I surrounded myself with people Who I thought looked like me Whose painted faces Looked just like how I tried to paint mine But where others covered there pain With a mask I just asked my pain Why cant I paint Two decades of friendships Forged in fire and suffer And brotherhood and heroism that Decided the fire wasn't going to be enough Huh How long did that last Trace the path through the woods back And the file "adult" didn't unfold with the map Its funny that we never considered The aftermaths Of time, space, separation Disillusion, security, and all of the isms That we want to blame for this is why And this is it And we dont try for real anymore. I once believed I had a brother Not even from another mother Not even, but more to me than my own brother I once believed And there is no one Id rather talk to right now In my insomnia Than the brother I chose Who had unchosen me

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC

Unchosen

I surrounded myself with people Who I thought looked like me Whose painted faces Looked just like how I tried to paint mine But where others covered there pain With a mask I just asked my pain Why cant I paint Two decades of friendships Forged in fire and suffer And brotherhood and heroism that Decided the fire wasn't going to be enough Huh How long did that last Trace the path through the woods back And the file "adult" didn't unfold with the map Its funny that we never considered The aftermaths Of time, space, separation Disillusion, security, and all of the isms That we want to blame for this is why And this is it And we dont try for real anymore. I once believed I had a brother Not even from another mother Not even, but more to me than my own brother I once believed And there is no one Id rather talk to right now In my insomnia Than the brother I chose Who had unchosen me

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<Act I> It's probably been far too long I've been keeping all my doors closed now It's what you have to do When you live inside haunted houses Would it be different if I'd said I wished I was haunting you If it's not real Turn all of my lights on Just hold my hand And blow the candlelight out <Act II> Sledgehammers can take the walls down Unlocked doors, unopened windows Don' erase the pictures - just black the eyes, and hide Cause once in a while When I see you smile Through all the pain Darlin' you steal the whole frame If this is real Why are there no shadows Turn off the lights Hold my hand Don' leave me alone <Bridge> Recognize I'm stuck in my selfish "I" Reconcile It's not about me tonight <Act III> I resigned Satisfied In my closed casket This bad habit I've consigned To leave behind And let that me go Plan my escape Love me back to life Hold my hands Darlings don't let go In the dark We'll keep each too close My lifelines, I'll be your candlelight

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Jan 3, 2025

Jan 3, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC

Candlelight

<Act I> It's probably been far too long I've been keeping all my doors closed now It's what you have to do When you live inside haunted houses Would it be different if I'd said I wished I was haunting you If it's not real Turn all of my lights on Just hold my hand And blow the candlelight out <Act II> Sledgehammers can take the walls down Unlocked doors, unopened windows Don' erase the pictures - just black the eyes, and hide Cause once in a while When I see you smile Through all the pain Darlin' you steal the whole frame If this is real Why are there no shadows Turn off the lights Hold my hand Don' leave me alone <Bridge> Recognize I'm stuck in my selfish "I" Reconcile It's not about me tonight <Act III> I resigned Satisfied In my closed casket This bad habit I've consigned To leave behind And let that me go Plan my escape Love me back to life Hold my hands Darlings don't let go In the dark We'll keep each too close My lifelines, I'll be your candlelight

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I'm not here to judge Or to cast my aspersions I've written my Ameri-cant And Amerikunt versions I'm unconvinced That I'm still alive But that ****** Orwell Never wrote 1985 La la la la la La la la la la La la la lalla La la la la la It's easy to think We deserve more than this Epitaphs, gravestones And **** in the sink Obits will read By who we're survived Ungrateful kids Born after 1985 La la la la la La la la la la La la la lalla La la la la la

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Nov 27, 2024

Nov 27, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC

Orwell's Post Script

I'm not here to judge Or to cast my aspersions I've written my Ameri-cant And Amerikunt versions I'm unconvinced That I'm still alive But that ****** Orwell Never wrote 1985 La la la la la La la la la la La la la lalla La la la la la It's easy to think We deserve more than this Epitaphs, gravestones And **** in the sink Obits will read By who we're survived Ungrateful kids Born after 1985 La la la la la La la la la la La la la lalla La la la la la

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There were sunlit days Of picnics and balconies Christmas mornings And final warnings And I still remember The last look you gave to me And I hope You're not watching I cant stomach what you'd think of me And I know There's no "do over" But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be All that's left of me I hope I made you proud But I'm run over A burnt picture of a kid in effigy I took the weight You taught me to shoulder I got old and its got harder on my knees I made mistakes I'd never dreamed of Every disappointing decision I could make I made my grave And I hope I have love To make every ******* choice Worth its sake And I hope You're not watching I cant stomach what you'd think of me And I know There's no "do over" But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be

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Nov 16, 2024

Nov 16, 2024 at 12:44 AM UTC

Do Over

There were sunlit days Of picnics and balconies Christmas mornings And final warnings And I still remember The last look you gave to me And I hope You're not watching I cant stomach what you'd think of me And I know There's no "do over" But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be All that's left of me I hope I made you proud But I'm run over A burnt picture of a kid in effigy I took the weight You taught me to shoulder I got old and its got harder on my knees I made mistakes I'd never dreamed of Every disappointing decision I could make I made my grave And I hope I have love To make every ******* choice Worth its sake And I hope You're not watching I cant stomach what you'd think of me And I know There's no "do over" But I'm certain I'm not who I'm supposed to be

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The words I seek Just escape me But the meaning is so clear I try to find the right words But those words They disappear So I speak to you in riddles Because my words get in my way I can grasp them for a moment But they Always fade away I scream because I cant trust myself And I don't know how to speak My breath is gone My voice ripped out And left bleeding at my feet And the thoughts They rise like water They crest and come crashing down So lets just sit here Silently so I dont have to drown Hell no I am nothing more than Imprisoned in my mind A voice I once thought reliable Now determined to stay inside So sit there frozen Carved in stone While we drift farther away This shattered home Is just a shallow hole Words left ruin in their wake Ruin in Ruin in Ruin in their wake

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Nov 15, 2024

Nov 15, 2024 at 6:59 PM UTC

Words

The words I seek Just escape me But the meaning is so clear I try to find the right words But those words They disappear So I speak to you in riddles Because my words get in my way I can grasp them for a moment But they Always fade away I scream because I cant trust myself And I don't know how to speak My breath is gone My voice ripped out And left bleeding at my feet And the thoughts They rise like water They crest and come crashing down So lets just sit here Silently so I dont have to drown Hell no I am nothing more than Imprisoned in my mind A voice I once thought reliable Now determined to stay inside So sit there frozen Carved in stone While we drift farther away This shattered home Is just a shallow hole Words left ruin in their wake Ruin in Ruin in Ruin in their wake

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So this is what it feels like winning? Trumpets sound our victory I cast out your Light-bringer So what now Becomes of me? You said my name is as Justice Dared me be worthy of such a charge I believed a divine purpose And yet I'm blunting my sword Is mercy blasphemy? I've given all I have to give For Heaven's sake I'm not seeking your forgiveness I won't forgive this I dont want to see you when I wake You pitted us brother to brother Tested each our loyalty Again you do to your subjects Claiming proof of faith and fealty - "prove your worth to me" How can you hold any guilty When you are pulling all the strings Strive, struggle, and suffer Desperation begets rotten things If this is what's to be heaven I wont stomach it I exile myself in shame For the part I played in shaping this And Father, you stopped list'ning But the mortals beg for you to list If you wont hear them beg salvation Than Father, You can take my wings

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Oct 19, 2024

Oct 19, 2024 at 2:21 AM UTC

Michael's Requiem

So this is what it feels like winning? Trumpets sound our victory I cast out your Light-bringer So what now Becomes of me? You said my name is as Justice Dared me be worthy of such a charge I believed a divine purpose And yet I'm blunting my sword Is mercy blasphemy? I've given all I have to give For Heaven's sake I'm not seeking your forgiveness I won't forgive this I dont want to see you when I wake You pitted us brother to brother Tested each our loyalty Again you do to your subjects Claiming proof of faith and fealty - "prove your worth to me" How can you hold any guilty When you are pulling all the strings Strive, struggle, and suffer Desperation begets rotten things If this is what's to be heaven I wont stomach it I exile myself in shame For the part I played in shaping this And Father, you stopped list'ning But the mortals beg for you to list If you wont hear them beg salvation Than Father, You can take my wings

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