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 Jan 2020
Graff1980
Techno distractions
stifles purposeful actions
creating dopamine addicts
who insist,
they cannot miss
a single instance,

that they cannot
disengage and face
a silent moment
with the human race.

Mental fog
flowing in
fast following
a fear of missing
by giving in
to the regeneration
of sleeping.

So, the population slows
their potential growth
and becomes a
herd of heavily
caffeinated, but sedated
children who evacuated
the star trek seat
of hopeful dreams
and scientific schemes.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
So, I guess
I committed
to a friendship
with a ghost.

We used to
talk and text
for most
of the day,
play word games
and engage
in deep thought
connections.

Maybe there was
subtext on your end
but I was certain
we were just friends.

Even if
I wanted more
than friendship
from this
long distance
it was worth
a little hurt.

So, I did not suspect
that it would be you
who up and left.

I had no clue
that you would vanish
and my heart would be
permanently unglued.

What an idiot,
such a fool
and even now
I still try to
reach out to you.

All I get
is echoes in
an empty canyon
from a one time
internet companion.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
It is dust, death, and hunger
that drives me.

Watching and walking
as other human beings
go on passing.

With each stranger
I imagine a world
written in untold pain.

A lady in an old jean jacket
with long wavy hair
walks out there
on the side of the road.

Carries a load of pain,
as she pushes an empty stroller.
Indentions in the fabric
mark where there was
once a dearly cherished child.
Now sorrow is the shadow
she lives with.

An old man lays still,
cold and stiff
with a whiff
of **** and decay,
as his mutt whines.
A pure white pit bull
with a faced messed up
by years of abuse,
then adopted by this
homeless dude,
poor pup will not move.

Whilst ten blocks away
in a well to do place
an elderly lady
is having her face eaten
by her little darling
chihuahua,
cause there is no one left
to check
in on her.

Then there is me
wandering to see
what is left of this world.

As far as I have gone,
I know I do not belong
because it is a mixed bag
of beautiful and *******
simmering in the inevitable
stew of loss.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
Its been a strange life
and there’s hole in my memory,
but when I die, I hope
you will remember me.

The scars on my body
were from the fight
to not visit this cemetery,
cause life is hard
but dying is ******* scary.

As I was working
I was always a little wary,
people are messed up
and it gets really hairy.

But I tried to be the kind of guy
who went out of his way
to be kind and nice.
I wasn’t looking for
a great big reward
but I hope people realize
no one is perfect
and sometimes it took work
to not be a great big ****.

So, as I pass this last slapshot,
push forward with my best
sports metaphor
cause I always admired
the struggle it took
to strive higher
and inspire the fighter
in this lonely writer.

I guess what I meant by this mess
of poetic rambling and internal distress
is remember me
when I am deceased.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
Well, me and my guys
are tired and it’s no surprise.
We got to work all day
and never get enough sleep at night.
So, we drive exhausted
and work till our brains are fried.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

With overtime here
and weekend work there,
if I ever see my kids again
they’ll probably be scared
cause I’ve become a stranger
to my kin.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

I got high blood pressure
and now I am in danger
of a coronary event.
Man, I am so ill spent
with this fast food temperament,
cause I have been eating
junk due to its convenience.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

That’s how I die at thirty-nine.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
He lived in it,
thrived in the
full fledge
ecstasy of violence;

Submitted to
the purification
of punches
and kicks,
taking shots,
blocking hits,
feeling as if
he was a soldier
of righteousness,
the power of certainty
knowing he
was doing god’s *****
work.

All blood and guts,
all violence and viscera,
destruction,
self-immolation
when facing
less worthy
men than him.

All anger,
furnace stuck on full blast
way pass fully gassed
as he lit the flame
that he burned in.

Always warring,
and that is how they got him
in the end.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
Watch as the water
boils up from the center
till the wooden steps splinter
shatter and explode
sinking my steamboat
dream load.

See me rise
with dilating
bloodshot eyes
as nightmares take
my sleep away.

I’ll sip a sic brew
of blackish crap
to stay awake after that
bad batch of mean dreams.

I won’t go back to bed.
Instead, I’ll let those things
scratch and crawl
through my head.

Till the tides
pull me from the shores
then drag me father
than my nightmare
took me before.

Till the shadows
pierce my tired eyelids
and force me to give in
and go back to dreaming
deep deathly shades.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
It had been a long week.
The news said several children
had gone missing,
and this had parents
and kids all *******
themselves in fear.

Some moved away
but I managed to stay.

Though, I was alone
a stranger came lurking
creeping in my home.

Shadows swayed
as he came my way,
curtains danced
in a wind that I never let in.

Unoiled hinges cringed
and boards creaked
where this being sneaked.

Shadows wavered
like dancing marionettes,
and I felt the return
of a feeling I had
struggled to forget.

A cold hand pressed
upon my bare chest,
and I smelled
his stinking devil breath.

Glowing eyes
took me by surprise.
I tried to rise
but his hand slowly descended
as my flesh caved folding in,
I could feel him shivering
with anticipatory glee.

I asked him “why me?”
He smiled and said
“I’ve been dead
for a long while,
but I felt a string pulling me
and stumbled for over a mile.
When I first saw you
I suspected
that somehow
we were connected.”

His arm disappeared
up to the elbow.

But I knew something
that he didn’t know.
The anxiousness
I was feeling
had slowly subsided,
and now I was becoming
super excited.

He lost his eerie grin.
His sharped teeth chattered
and eyes shifted quickly
to my chest then my face.

His elbow disappeared,
and soon he feared
the rest would follow
collapsing into me
as if I was hollow.

He struggled in vain
to reclaim control.
and I laugh at that.

“It is funny” I said,

“but how could you know.
Sometimes better predators
stalk their prey
out there in the cold
and sometime
they lure other monsters
with their favorite fresh flesh bait.”

I burped as I digested
what I just ate.
Smiling because now
it was very late.
I was full and tired,
ready to retire,
safe and sound
cause I had found
the monster out there
and he was in here
where a lot of other
monsters
ended up.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
Many years ago,
I believed
death would be
a sweet reprieve;

That she was the lover
waiting for me
at the end of the lane.

I dreamed I would
no longer need to explain
in vain the pain
that invaded my brain,

and when I was wrapped in her arms
I would be safe from all harms.

With her cold clench and soft kiss
time for me would cease to exist
and I would dissolve into the mist
of being less than missed,
no longer noticed
in this miserable existence.

Sterile and disinfected
ready to be inspected
when my lover came to claim,

but I no longer deign
to daydream that darkly.
Death is not dressed so sharply.
Now it is more terror and barking
jaws snapping when I am napping
so, I awake in a start
with rapid beats from my frightened heart.

I used to be awed to the point of deafness
and though I finally express and confess this
I no longer long for or miss my mistress.

Death can take a number,
because for now I got this.
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
My last dance will be an inspiration
Hands to hands tightly intertwined
Music deeper than any revelation
And all done to in my own time

My last meal will be very delicious
Sampling a bit of all of my favorite things
And being my last need not be nutritious
Humming with flavor cause you know it makes me sing

My last slumber will be the deepest I’ve known
Dreams will no longer come at all
My essence thus departed receding from how I’ve grown
So there will be no me left to recall

My last conversation will never be my last
Though my bodies may fade
Becoming only an echoe in the past
My words will remain to be remade

Revisited over and over again
It may not be immortality
But it is as close as I can come my friend
Words etched in the collective unconscious
Until humanity ends
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
The river flows
As subtle as a golden rose
Scent straining to reach
Any receptive nose
Firing weird wiring
Synapses flare and glow
I fall into the clutches
Of what all dreamers know
Time and space is vast and fast
But I am small and slow
Beating back the wild waves
Shrinking as much as I grow
Such a sparkly little speck
How little I truly know
 Jan 2020
Graff1980
This is the final act slash scene
The end of all great things
What an amazing finale
Center stage the star is me
Waiting in the wings patiently
For my time to shine
I step forward from the shadows
While the other actors take their bows
Time to dazzle and amaze I am ready
And As I enter the spotlight seams unsteady
Oh my where has the light man gone
Oh well the show must go on
I look to the crowed
Bellowing my lines out loud
What A wonderful delivery
But then I realize no one is here but me
 Jan 2020
Amory Caricia
I love to dance
I like the way
The colored light just hits your skin

I love the way
It tends to stay
So surfaced, and just not sink in

I like how I can smile and laugh
I like how you can run a chat
I love how both of us can tell
We'll never make it close to that

I love to dance
I like it how
My every thought is in the now

I love it when
My guard is down
And all that I tend to allow

I like how that drink tends to sit
I love the way it makes me think
I know the paths that I might take
I love how it just makes me sink
happy and sad
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