Damian Acosta

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

How do you wear that Badge?
                  Same way you waive that gun?
How many Stripes you got Boy?
              Can you count them pinky to thumb?
Where did you get those Big Ole *****?
                (you know  they're lookin' kinda blue)

How do you wear that Badge, Son?
               Slightly "tilted"? Never crooked?
                                                                                  Always true?
My mercenary with a quota,
                Did Momma never hold ya?
                                       (bet no one ever told ya your **** is ******* huge)

                                                                                                              Reason?
                                                                                             Justice?
                                                                             Morals?
                                                              Values?
(they won't make your toy go boom)
               Ever notice how your bark just carries,
even in the loudest room?

"Shoot!
                   Point!
                                  Aim!",
                                                 ain't that what Daddy !Sir! done said?
(as he smacked with style, that shapeless smile, right across your head)

How will you wear that Badge, ma'boy, the day the bodies fall?
    Will you walk off-beat, when hearing Greatness call?

2010

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

An Terrible Poem

She was a noun--

No.

She is adjective.

Yes.

Like a simile,
A metaphor with a rhyme.
And her hair, curly as a rhyme
In the afternoon rhyme.

Her descriptive lips puff adjective
On the verb cigarette.
While a thin silk metaphoric dress
Hangs lazily from her *******,
Like an echoing simile...

Word by word, I verb her.

2010

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

Never The Wind

I was a Turtle once.
Also a Hill...
Don't remember which one first, though.

I was a Tree for a while.
Then a Bird...
Or a Leaf, then a Bird, then a Tree.

But never the Wind.

It gave me Life when I was Fire.
Carried me when I was Water...
Steam's the closest ever I have been.

Sensations of Life,
Memories of Mine.

Bits of me in the Wind,
Imaginations of the Mind.

2010

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

La Casita

At the edge of the Village --
where the cobblestones' seams shift,
shake and crumble,
every step marked with a soft inviting grumble --
just beyond the grasp of sound,
the maroon colored house beckoned

to be found.

2010

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

Everything's Amiss

The corners of your mouth smeared
With the faint shade of sin;
Crimson Kiss

;
Secret Bliss

2010

Damian Acosta Sep 2010

Just. Numb. Ers.

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                                                                                              The smoke of the last shot of the last gun of the last Soldier waived its white plume of Freedom today.                                                     754                                                13

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4                                  1
                                          A piece of Peace in fashion for the War we wore.     578
                                                                                                                   It's all in the numbers.

Lovers.
                                                                                                                               Freedom.
                                                         A Father.

                   Brother.                                                                                Sister.

                                                                                                                    900                                                                                                     Son.

                              733
                                                                                                                                  Daughter.
                                                                                                                                145
                                                                Mother.

4417.

The Age of Terror is umm,

                                                                                   Accomplished.

Damian Acosta Aug 2010

Rant/Chant

Start.

Sweat.

Love.

Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.
Start, Sweat, Love.

Give!

Give Any!

Give!

One! Four!

Give Any!

Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!
Give Any! One! Four!

The doors to the heart of the world will open
Where love starts and hope ends...

Passion

The Keys come...

Passion

The Keys come...

Passion

The Keys Come...

**Passion

2010