Aweeeesome free verse poetry...

Nov 2020

Graff1980

It is too late
and far too dark,
but there they are.

They are
a sad pair,
two young boys
who stroll the streets
like silent silhouettes
stalking death together.

Their mad mother
kicked them out.
Now, they are afraid
to go back
the way they came
cause violence
waits for them.

Thinking no one cares,
that there is no one there
to lift them from
the cradle of their despair.

Eyes burning
with fatigue
stare at empty air,
as they wear
bodies heavy with
the stress
they share.

They do not
know where
they will sleep.

Still, they keep
comfort in each other,
older to younger
little baby brother.

Cold and uncertain
both of them hurting
they keep moving,
but never get anywhere.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 581

There is no poetry
in the maskless man’s eyes.

I see only star spangle
stripes mangled
in the pursuit of
more stuff.

****** and mayhem,
bald strongman
wannabe dictator,
stealing from
Orwell’s playbook,
even though
he never read it.

There is no art
only orange skin sinking
as compassion keeps
on shrinking
while loved one
go on shrieking
sobbing and speaking
seeking some sort of
justices for those
they love.

There is no hope
except a broken heart
torn apart
till his kindness
turns to rage,
till the pain of others
turns him to
the hate of those
who hurt and cover
what they do
with the camouflage
of a flag and god.

Today, I am gleeful
smirking with evil
thoughts toward
a human I abhor,
because kindness
seams to be
a weakness
I don’t need.

Dreams are just
particles of dust,
passing in
the torrential winds.

I do not know
if I will ever be
the man of hopeful mercy
that used to write
starlight
and spaceship poetry.

Especially, when
I want to see
the president die horribly.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 579

I cannot seem to write
without rhyming.

It is not a simple matter
of timing
but has become
my mental wiring.

I find other
non-rhyming
poets so inspiring
so deeply
neurally
firing,
sparking
inspiration.

But my brain
has lost the ability
to make any poetry
without playing with
rhymes.

#writing #rhyming #compulsion #brain #creativity

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 578

The president
got the virus
that he tried to
deny was
a serious issue.

But I shouldn’t
take pleasure
when
someone
like him
suffers.

He’s made a profit
being super caustic
to the democratic
process.

Funneled tons
of money
from the
government
into his
own wallet.

Ordered Ice
to detain
children in cages,
while he
spits and rages
acted outrageous
and claimed
he was doing great.

Said Nazis
where very fine people,
and wished a
*** trafficker
well.

Gassed protesters
and preachers,
so he could take pictures
of himself holding
a book he has
never ever read.

Armed up and egged on
the police who piled on
trauma after trauma
on children and their mommas.

He elevated and celebrated
hatred,
while spreading ignorance
about a virus
that has killed a million
so far.

I don’t want to be
the arbitrator
of righteous justice
cause I don’t always
trust my own judgement.

But **** it.
I got so much joy
from seeing this ****
get covid sick.

I’m a kindhearted person
but my empathy doesn’t
extend to unrepentantly
cruel individuals
who profit from
pain and destruction.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 577

I am stunned by
the dark swirling dragon clouds
that dance dangerously across
the quiet night.

Amused by the bemused
cloud dude
who stares back at me,
eyes wide
mouth contorted clouds
close to
the masks I knew
as comedy
and tragedy.

Such a kindness
for the night
to spare me
a second of delight,
a well needed reprieve
from all the troubling things
that I have seen.

Calmed, I go to sleep
and keep
this wonder with me.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 575

The hate that divides us,
deprives us
of the light inside of us.

But embracing
a world of diversity,
entering the university
of uniting all people
no matter the ethnicity,
or gender identity
offers us the potential
to face adversity
with new perspectives;

Instead of crumbling
under the ravages
of unknown challenges
uniting and fighting
what threatens us all
will truly makes us strong.

#diversity #unity #understanding #growth #learning #love

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 574

Oh, witchy woman,
does old love
still
speak spells
of sorrow
into your being?

Does that
little rat familiar
still twitch
and occasionally
pull tiny droplets
of blood from
your veins?

Has time dulled
your self-hurting
ways,
or do you still
enjoy the thrill
of a little
***** pain?

It has been years,
and I know I am
much different
so, I wonder
have you also changed?

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 571

Life is layers of songs,
written deeply on,
thin skin and deeper
strands that are the keepers
of essential secrets
that I don’t know
how to read.

It is unexpected
not predirected
but moving in
its own directions
at its own pace.

It is as sweet as
sugar cane,
and as bitter as
the tea leaves,

seeing us coming in,
swimming then
drowning
as we leave.

Life is more
than my poetry
can portray,
this game I play
trying to make
gold from clay
as chaos reigns.

No matter how
I try to explain,
it is such a shame,
life is only
temporary.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 570

I am tired of these
meandering
neanderthal
who do not know
how to self-evolve.

Certain that
they know it all,
so there is no
place for growth.

Partially,
passive pleasure
hunters,
mild mouth breathers,
techno needers,
people pleasers,
freaking breeders,
but seldom ever
very clever
truth seekers.

I am tired of
patterns and science
not being enough
to push them above
previous religious
and political perspectives.

So, in my fatigue,
I settle for being
just me,
seeking the relief
of solitude
and comfort in
the only dude
who thinks
like I do,

me.

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 569

It’s been years
since I lived on the road,
a gas station *****
searching for something
delicious and caffeinated,
to get me to the next place
I was scheduled to work in,
or be a last-minute replacement.

Spending a lot of time
with vending machines,
and gas station attendants,
making jokes and wishing
to do a little more sleeping,
and a lot less driving.

I was just surviving,
check to check,
barely one step
from being so broke
that I couldn’t even make it
to the hotel where I was staying.

Complimentary breakfasts,
per diem late evening
hamburger breaks,
adding to the weight
of my already exploding gut.

It wasn’t much,
but enough
to get me here,
to a steady job
and regular sleep schedule.

#biographical #travel #work

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 567

The radio doesn’t work.
It no longer distracts me
when I am driving
or obscures the thoughts
that used to hurt a lot.

I got new devices to
help me get through
dealing with what
American dummies
love to do.

Cellphone, laptop,
PlayStation four,
fun apps that
let me read
comic books,
watch TV,
and really good
movies.

In the race to resist
having to deal with
all the pain
we are all feeling,
I am killing it.

Don’t need chemicals
to fog or blackout,
don’t need to party
to ignore that nagging doubt,

I just fill every second with
modern tech ****,

so I can take my feelings
and turn the volume
down on all of them.

#technology #distraction

Nov 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 565

Doesn’t matter what I say,
facts and science won’t
win this day,

because intelligence
took a long holiday
while stupid
went on a covid
spreading parade.

I can present
all the information,
cite the sources
in my presentation,
turn on the tv stations
with direct quotes
from the president of
our failing nation
and they will say
the news fake.

It’s no surprise
that those guys
who lie
preying on the same fanaticism
that priest use to sucker people
into religions
gets more followers then
modern renaissance men,
my fellow poets, artists,
photographers, journalists,
scientists, and scientists
with real science!!!!

I’m tired of trying to be
a helpful participant
in this sick and dying
society,
cause the only people
whoever even hear me
are those who already
agree.
So, I don’t want to speak
until my vocal cords bleed,
knowing it won’t change
a ****** thing.