ce-aquino - Hello Poetry

I led you through the mud Sometimes we leave friends behind I could tell you were thinking of him I could tell you were hurting inside And I couldn’t take your mind off him But I tried Snow globe, your glass isn’t easy to break But you should know, it’s summer out here I could stare into your blue eyes all night I could stay with you until die Put on a song as we search the floors Go on take your anti-depressants- they’ll make you feel better Leave me out on the balcony Wash my feet in your tub But I think I must go Down 95, alone with my navigator We talk- Babel, a long time, but don’t overshoot it Yeah we could’ve slept together But sometimes you should sleep alone Yes, you took me home... but I’ll just tuck you in, organize the magazines on the coffee table then turn out the lights oh Goodnight, goodnight

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC

"I led you through the mud"

I led you through the mud Sometimes we leave friends behind I could tell you were thinking of him I could tell you were hurting inside And I couldn’t take your mind off him But I tried Snow globe, your glass isn’t easy to break But you should know, it’s summer out here I could stare into your blue eyes all night I could stay with you until die Put on a song as we search the floors Go on take your anti-depressants- they’ll make you feel better Leave me out on the balcony Wash my feet in your tub But I think I must go Down 95, alone with my navigator We talk- Babel, a long time, but don’t overshoot it Yeah we could’ve slept together But sometimes you should sleep alone Yes, you took me home... but I’ll just tuck you in, organize the magazines on the coffee table then turn out the lights oh Goodnight, goodnight

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Hiding in your bed Try your tired old mantra Your affirmation But it's just talk, talk, talk and if you stay or go it's just luck, luck, luck and I don't know if I give a **** cuz it's a **** show and I'm the star, self-medicating And I'll play the fool because everything's fine I know it's not real, it's just in my head Burn it all out 'neath your veil drink your party all down blood drains to pale, pale, pale from my self-medicating Bells sound alarm Crossing our hearts against the dark Chemicals are all awry So don't despair there's nothing there Intuition Or just anxious fears? Guess it all depends on what you want to hear

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

Bells Sound Alarm

Hiding in your bed Try your tired old mantra Your affirmation But it's just talk, talk, talk and if you stay or go it's just luck, luck, luck and I don't know if I give a **** cuz it's a **** show and I'm the star, self-medicating And I'll play the fool because everything's fine I know it's not real, it's just in my head Burn it all out 'neath your veil drink your party all down blood drains to pale, pale, pale from my self-medicating Bells sound alarm Crossing our hearts against the dark Chemicals are all awry So don't despair there's nothing there Intuition Or just anxious fears? Guess it all depends on what you want to hear

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I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement Winking against the purple-blue night. I paired you with scotch Or was it white wine? I can’t remember for the mute thunder Blooming in my crown. I don’t remember much these days What the boys are saying, How I am feeling… How ought I feel? Good enough- But not to reach for another No- I’ll ease back And relish the memory of you a little while longer.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC

Ode to a Cigarette

I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement Winking against the purple-blue night. I paired you with scotch Or was it white wine? I can’t remember for the mute thunder Blooming in my crown. I don’t remember much these days What the boys are saying, How I am feeling… How ought I feel? Good enough- But not to reach for another No- I’ll ease back And relish the memory of you a little while longer.

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I wrote you a letter But did not tear out the page I will never send it Because the last one gave you pain I have not forgotten your number But I will not call or text In time I shall forget it Or so one would expect Ten digits- It features three threes and two twos A sequence branded on the invisible mind Whether it scars or erodes depends on the path forward Happy birthday old friend, You look happy again Like we once made each other So, no need for well wishes, For from my mouth, I know, I’ve learned- Can only come selfish reminders

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC

- for you July 24th, Happy Birthday

I wrote you a letter But did not tear out the page I will never send it Because the last one gave you pain I have not forgotten your number But I will not call or text In time I shall forget it Or so one would expect Ten digits- It features three threes and two twos A sequence branded on the invisible mind Whether it scars or erodes depends on the path forward Happy birthday old friend, You look happy again Like we once made each other So, no need for well wishes, For from my mouth, I know, I’ve learned- Can only come selfish reminders

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I know what Jesus found out in the desert- or perhaps, what He lost My eyes will never look at you again at best, they pass over like unhurried clouds on a windless day Blooming and expanding from nothing churning and sliding west Memory is just a few shocks that take me back, bullet holes that let light penetrate a sealed room Drifter you call me; but I saw my captain's (my brother's) soul splash and sink into the thirsty dust Boys marched in and ghosts fly home, unhurried, as clouds in a windless sky

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Jun 5, 2013

Jun 5, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC

War Lament

I know what Jesus found out in the desert- or perhaps, what He lost My eyes will never look at you again at best, they pass over like unhurried clouds on a windless day Blooming and expanding from nothing churning and sliding west Memory is just a few shocks that take me back, bullet holes that let light penetrate a sealed room Drifter you call me; but I saw my captain's (my brother's) soul splash and sink into the thirsty dust Boys marched in and ghosts fly home, unhurried, as clouds in a windless sky

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Your buddy solemnly professing it to you on your roof, the city skyline lit up behind him, you saying, “I know, man, I love you too,” in an almost consolatory fashion because it wasn’t easy for him Your ex whispering it in your ear before getting into the cab that takes them away from you forever Mother, her mantra, a reminder, every time you see her Father, that one time you didn’t **** up, but at least it’s sometimes there behind his eyes Your sister, even though she’s halfway across the country it picks you up because she’s the only one who understands you and how it feels Grandfather, you’re ten, despite your size he wants nothing but to hold you on his lap and plant kisses on your head. “Te quiero, te amo,” he mutters into your hair until you finally make up an excuse to get up to go play with your cousins. It’s the second you’ve ever seen him. Maybe he knew it was going to be the last time When your ex didn’t take you back, after your desperate, last, all out attempt. Crushed, you move and follow your “dream.” Later, much later, you realize they cut them self off from you so you could have it, the dream, they love(d) you so much they let you go because they thought they were holding you back.

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Apr 19, 2013

Apr 19, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC

Times they said it, times they showed it

Your buddy solemnly professing it to you on your roof, the city skyline lit up behind him, you saying, “I know, man, I love you too,” in an almost consolatory fashion because it wasn’t easy for him Your ex whispering it in your ear before getting into the cab that takes them away from you forever Mother, her mantra, a reminder, every time you see her Father, that one time you didn’t **** up, but at least it’s sometimes there behind his eyes Your sister, even though she’s halfway across the country it picks you up because she’s the only one who understands you and how it feels Grandfather, you’re ten, despite your size he wants nothing but to hold you on his lap and plant kisses on your head. “Te quiero, te amo,” he mutters into your hair until you finally make up an excuse to get up to go play with your cousins. It’s the second you’ve ever seen him. Maybe he knew it was going to be the last time When your ex didn’t take you back, after your desperate, last, all out attempt. Crushed, you move and follow your “dream.” Later, much later, you realize they cut them self off from you so you could have it, the dream, they love(d) you so much they let you go because they thought they were holding you back.

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A vague spiritualist inspiration A surreal surrealist practicing divination Shivers abound for the wondering and the cold Tumbling into the fathomless unknown … Everywhere an altar Every being a sage Every step, a falter, But also, a turn of the page

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Mar 25, 2013

Mar 25, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC

Acidic Musings I & II

A vague spiritualist inspiration A surreal surrealist practicing divination Shivers abound for the wondering and the cold Tumbling into the fathomless unknown … Everywhere an altar Every being a sage Every step, a falter, But also, a turn of the page

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In the night we plan our great escape Come the dawn those dreams, they fade away Oh the summer's end is always so near What's the difference? It's just another year Misery is so often self imposed And I'm tired of being out in the rain, the snow, the wind- it howls, it moans Raise the blinds so the light can stream through The ghosts hunt for anchors to cling to Despite all efforts it all stays the same Another cycle, a dance so ingrained Sunlight It's all coming down "Transcend. What are you waiting for? God sends? Signs?" Oh, yes, just a little more Ultimatums only foretell an end But I can forget so we can try to mend It's not enough for a temporary refrain Sunlight, I could use a permanent change Feel the heart growing despite the pain Young soul shrug off that heavy blame It changed, it changed... It changed

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Mar 25, 2013

Mar 25, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC

Depression King (Sunlight)

In the night we plan our great escape Come the dawn those dreams, they fade away Oh the summer's end is always so near What's the difference? It's just another year Misery is so often self imposed And I'm tired of being out in the rain, the snow, the wind- it howls, it moans Raise the blinds so the light can stream through The ghosts hunt for anchors to cling to Despite all efforts it all stays the same Another cycle, a dance so ingrained Sunlight It's all coming down "Transcend. What are you waiting for? God sends? Signs?" Oh, yes, just a little more Ultimatums only foretell an end But I can forget so we can try to mend It's not enough for a temporary refrain Sunlight, I could use a permanent change Feel the heart growing despite the pain Young soul shrug off that heavy blame It changed, it changed... It changed

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Pick up your crown and sit by your queen, she'll whisper to you of the mysteries of truth and love and things unseen You tilled and toiled under many summer suns, the times changed but the air always carried the rumbling of diesel engines, the pervasive lamentations of cows, the smell of rain before a storm... But now is the time for rest in the heavens above. Rest, yes, rest easy. Ninety-four years is a long time, but your legacy has just begun. Children, grandchildren and their little ones, too We'll trace back and see where we came from through you. thank you for all you've done. In life, few are- and fewer realize that they are lucky that they are blessed and for us, on a man's shoulders much of this fortune rests

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC

Eulogy.

Pick up your crown and sit by your queen, she'll whisper to you of the mysteries of truth and love and things unseen You tilled and toiled under many summer suns, the times changed but the air always carried the rumbling of diesel engines, the pervasive lamentations of cows, the smell of rain before a storm... But now is the time for rest in the heavens above. Rest, yes, rest easy. Ninety-four years is a long time, but your legacy has just begun. Children, grandchildren and their little ones, too We'll trace back and see where we came from through you. thank you for all you've done. In life, few are- and fewer realize that they are lucky that they are blessed and for us, on a man's shoulders much of this fortune rests

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East to west I’m pushing on Laid to rest Let them wait til dawn When tomorrow calls will you rise? I’ve felt the Earth spinning twenty-seven times and Our time’s not much longer Fate’s call is stronger Than anything I’ve known Oh, go on! East to west Before it's too late And so we push on The red sun washes us again and again and again and our Red blood’s on the ground soaking the roots without end. Some will dream, some will realize Some will become what they despised and- Our time’s not much longer The Sirens' call is stronger Than anything I’ve known Am I too late? Can you please wait? (I need a sign... I need more time...) East to west Yeah we're pushing on Laid to rest Let them wait til dawn

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC

East to West

East to west I’m pushing on Laid to rest Let them wait til dawn When tomorrow calls will you rise? I’ve felt the Earth spinning twenty-seven times and Our time’s not much longer Fate’s call is stronger Than anything I’ve known Oh, go on! East to west Before it's too late And so we push on The red sun washes us again and again and again and our Red blood’s on the ground soaking the roots without end. Some will dream, some will realize Some will become what they despised and- Our time’s not much longer The Sirens' call is stronger Than anything I’ve known Am I too late? Can you please wait? (I need a sign... I need more time...) East to west Yeah we're pushing on Laid to rest Let them wait til dawn

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