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Graff1980 Sep 2017
I am just
a pretty purple
placeholder
for her old lover.
A holdover
until he
gets his
**** together.
So, I’d rather
give her the cold shoulder,
but I love her
too much to abandon her.
Even though
this is killing me
slowly
but sweetly.
Graff1980 Apr 2018
They come in
shifting tides
of low to high
and back again.

Wavering
wavelengths
of unpredictable
measures,
the ultimate
uncertainty
principal.

Like sound
which
moves from
one pitch
to the next
it is so complex.

Like Schrodinger’s cat
there one day
and the next
all that is left
is ****
and a dead feline.

In time
you may realize
these chemical lies,
though sweet
cannot compete
with your biology,

But mostly
you will devour me
and spit me out
savagely,
calling me
the messenger
of things
you do not want to hear
as you bury me
in heartbreaking isolation
and obscurity.
Graff1980 May 2017
If there is a heaven
waiting up there for me,
patiently playing
on eternity’s
celestial strings.
I hope there are
less human beings
and more trees.

More majestic oaks
standing firm and deliberate
never speaking till
they find the truth
and are certain of it.

I would rather cherish
a cherry tree
in the after life
then face a horde
of alt right
idiots.

Or,
perhaps
as it really is
I would prefer
not to exist.
Graff1980 Sep 2016
How strange it is to dream
That we could meet in-between
In some romantic scene
Existing outside reality
Living in a bubble world
A place where neither extremes meet
Where there is no soul deforming opulence
Or in comparison no division
That leads to chilling forms of poverty

If we could dance in love
Away from the ways of hate and greed
Fulfill the need to feed the hungry
Cure all the disease
And seed hope
For each generation after

If there was more laughter
And fewer tears
Till only natural sorrows remained here
What a sweet romantic world that would be
Graff1980 Oct 2019
It is so torturing
trying to only eat
healthy things,

passing on all
of those sugary treats
that I know aren’t
good for me.

Then later
I go on binging.

One donut
takes me
off the wagon
of healthy
living.

Then the
same shame
spiral happens,

no napkins
just two thousand
plus calories
of insanity,
leading to guiltily
working out.

What are
these cravings
all about?
Graff1980 Feb 2017
Thus, humanity comes to an end
not with a whimper or a bang
but with heads held down
by the gravity of digital devices.
Strangers dissolve.
Flashing screens absolve us
of the need to meet.
The outside shades
of orange, purple,
white, and gray
fade away.
Humans disassociate.
Conversation evaporates
to be replaced by a stenography
texting quality
paired with a variety of emojis.
Years of evolution
Are discarded within the span
of a few generations.
Graff1980 Sep 2015
The beauty that held me hostage
Was scaled dreams
Fire breathing armored wings
Green eyes glowing in the night
Green fire
Green streaks across the heavens
The beauty that held me hostage
Was a vicious predator
Ripping its prey asunder
Limbs and bones crunching
Chomping violently
Nipping at me closely
Turns me ghastly almost ghostly
To know such beauty
Could be the end of me
All it takes is one misstep
Graff1980 Dec 2017
I've been chasing her. Though she is final, the ultimate mystery. She is the darkness. The final bliss and such a release. In uncertainty she is a comfort. In happiness she is a spider ******* at my flesh. I know not what will happen when we finally embrace. So I wait and try not to waste the days between my fate and her ****** lips. She will love me as she has loved all who have come before and all who come after. No one will escape her embrace.
Graff1980 Nov 2015
It is black, empty of color gazing deep into it
I see nothing, a void of sorrow and hopelessness
Helpless to face the onslaught
I struggled to stack it, one day upon another
Patting it down and compressing it
Till pounds became tons
I store it up like coal in cement structures
The center of the silo cracks in a circle
Part particles part wave of dark water
One moment breaks the building
And all that I am is consume by
Depression’s horror.
Graff1980 Nov 2020
What is holy to you
is something I view
as almost see through,
full of obvious holes
that you should be able to
navigate through
and find the other side
of what is right.
Graff1980 Nov 2016
You bought your house with a loan
so it’s a place that you don’t own
but a place you still call home.

And to keep up the bills
you go in to a job that kills
any kind of happiness you have.

You crack your knuckles and your back,
work for wages that don’t keep up
with inflation, health costs, and
other things this consumer life’s demands.
So with your sweat and stress
you barely scratch the surface.

And the education that you got
cost you even more then
the home you just bought.
Fifty thousand plus debt
hangs heavy like an anvil
over your head.

So you keep on working
till you are the walking dead,
Till, the stiffness in your arms
and the tightness in your chest
explodes like a terrorist’s vest.

But if you make to seventy
when you were planning to retire
and take a holiday retreat
well, the market lost your cash
so you will be working untill
you finally collapse.
Graff1980 Nov 2016
I will not kneel or yield
in any form or field
to the fallen dreams
we call god.
Graff1980 Feb 2016
To live free, as me, how I want to be.
In a society that wants to impose on me
Their limited mentality and morality
The wants to classify and separate me
For my natural affinities
To live free in such a society
Is harder than performing
The 12 labors of Hercules
Graff1980 Feb 2016
Life is chaotic
Uncomfortable
Incompatible
With stagnation
Constantly changing
Direction
Changing truths
Impossible becomes
Fact
Star trek fiction
Becomes reality
Graff1980 Apr 2017
The poet philosopher is more daring by far. For their is no par to hit, no height to attain or place where he/she may fit. All there is, is to see, feel, breath, think, and write it.
Graff1980 Sep 2017
Keep it sweet and succinct
as your heart starts to sink
I will sit here and think
about my feeling.

As I dream about your lips,
long to hold you as we kiss,
then whisper an ocean
of loving truths to you.

But our eyes do not meet
and you do not see
how much I am willing
to sacrifice.

So, we go our separate ways
like our lives are tragic plays
lost in a bittersweet melancholia.

Still, there’s a small spark of hope
that keeps me
from swinging on the hangman’s rope.
So, I write it down as a poet.

I distort the story just enough
so that if you look close
you will know how much you are loved
but if you don’t
no one else will notice.
Graff1980 Jan 2016
I am a biochemical mess
One big bottle of craziness
Not clinical insanity
But the bitter fruits of
My discontented heart
Disillusioned with my dissonance
Being a creature of love
But not believing there is any love for me
Graff1980 Mar 2016
The window wears
My ghostly reflection
Transparent eyes
More meaningful
Than mine
Brown hair becomes
Black as the night
Age lines
Make strange shadows
A face I hate
But the glass window
Is still better than
That twisted bathroom mirror
Graff1980 Apr 2017
I am not lazy when I do not finish a book.
If it does not snag
and sweep me up in revelry,
explode my soul with inspiration,
or cause new insights to flood from me,
if I am not immersed to the point
that the I of me ceases to be,
if it is not for learning or
these other things,
then it is not for me.
Graff1980 Jun 2017
The feet of time
trudge on
on infinity’s dime.

Beneath its nimble steps
the cement sidewalk crumbles.

Time liberates
the land,
freeing it from
the bonds
we placed upon
its muddy back,
erasing imagined borders.

States crumble.
Nations deteriorate.
Man’s footprint
will eventually be erased.

Except for climate change.
Graff1980 Aug 2015
If I disappeared
The universe
Would not mourn me
The loss would be
Fractionally
Unfathomable
I only matter in
This small circle
Of human influence
Graff1980 Feb 2017
We sad strangers have stood idly by
Watching people suffering
Brown skin Muslims rounded up
While waterboard artists play cover up
Unmanned missile launching drone
Blow up innocent bystanders homes
Justice is just a joke’s simple guise
To promote social inequality
Worthless warfare idiot warriors
Public figures probably figure
Were just sheep cow toe to heroes
Noble sacrifices will quiet riots
Justifying all of those lies
Can’t call a soldier on his crimes
Well then string up the general
Written 2011
I am getting real tired of this cycle that rotates back to the same hate.
Graff1980 Mar 2016
I am a river of longing
Swerving and changing
Draining myself
Into your desirous ocean
While you evaporate
Swelling the bodies
Of other oceans, seas,
Lakes, rivers, and tributaries
Leaving little love left for me
Graff1980 Jul 2016
Thank you for the kind words. As a poet/writer/artist I slipped in an out of the ethereal world of the mind. I do spend time with people but I am drenched in solitude by necessity. I find very few kind words for me. So usually I just say thank you but just this once I wanted to express the depth of my gratitude to those who stop and say such kind things. To me those little messages are like drops of water in the desert. So though the words are trifle in response I still wanted to say thank you.
Graff1980 Nov 2019
Though I wish it was
like the long-lost love
that I still miss,
or the sweet mist
of soft citrus
squished fruit
that squirted in my mouth
in my youth.

Time is a snake
devouring itself,
scouring souring seconds,
and removing buildings.
Till, thirty years later
I cannot recognize
any of the lost landmarks
from my long-ago life.
Graff1980 Mar 2016
I could not find the words
To fulfill the fullness of this thought.
I could not bare to forgo
The wonders we both know
If such a thought was lost
So while you went on
I waited in this song
Searched for the precise way
To express what I wanted to say
Now you to are gone
And I might have been wrong
Lollygagging around
Looking for the perfect sound
While everyone else
Has moved on
Graff1980 Jun 2016
You birth is an invitation
Few received from quintillion plus
Possible people
A gift to exist
A choice given
The variables
A ticket to the freak show
Or to the joy ride
Of expanding life
And human consciousness
It was not stamped for approval
Nor is it dependent on the permission
From those in power
Who required you
To live by their patterns
Why would you
When you can build a better loom
Graff1980 Dec 2017
There was a time
when the Beltane fires
blasted, the massive
crowds face
with orange heat,

when women danced,
swirling and singing
in an orgiastic fury.
When a poet’s tongue
could raise a lover’s skirt,
and with passions
unparalleled part
a ******’s legs,

when well written words
would stir adventurous hearts
to grand feats,
and the poets would be seen
and remembered.

Now black hole brains
and shallow stares
sink solemnly
onto their blinking screens.
The poets are not seen.
Their truths are no longer gleaned.
Their words are not heard.
Dull faces are lit
by other people’s
facebook, twitter,
and instagram *******.
The fools have forgotten
the former passions
of this existence.

Thus, the poets dies,
unmourned
by the unmoved masses.
Graff1980 Aug 2015
There can be dignity in suffering
Not the Christian kind
That sacrifices this life
For some sort of mythological reward
But the kind that takes their lessons in pain
And learns to be stronger, and gentler
The kind that teaches kindness
To those with so little to share
When the so called wretched poor
Places their faith in the goodness
Of a stranger a danger perhaps
But not a lapse in judgment
More like a hopeful promise
That swears we can all be
Better human beings
Graff1980 Dec 2016
So many artists struggle to find their style.
Then fully become said style.
As writers work to find their voice
and fully become that voice,
but I have no voice or style
I am multitudinous,
multi-dimensional.
There is an infinite variety
of possible and impossible realities
which exist inside of me.
So I express such diversity
with almost the same variety
of verbal and visual tools provided for me;
Not confined to how you define I should write
but free to discover everything.
Graff1980 Feb 2017
I do not pledge allegiance to a flag
But dedicate myself to eradicating hate
I sing love, love, love, love
Knowing these words will never be enough
To raise the dead but if I can raise a head
That has been hung so low
Take one heart that does not know
That it does not beat alone
But taps in chorus with the rest of us
I pledge to write to the heart of us
Till we are synced in purpose
I will not give you some sappy slogan
Or worship a cloth symbol
Which is not even half as red
As those strangers who bled
To pretend they defend righteousness
Imagining liberty can only be defined by this
False crucifix sacrifice, I drink to life
Pledge that you will not die un-mourned
That words will not set sail unmoored
No matter if your gay or straight
Mexican, American, or poor
Brown or pink skinned
I will not give in to the only sin
That I recognize,
As **** crow thrice I will not deny
I will rise
And pledge allegiance to love
Graff1980 Jan 2017
Perhaps, the salts that seed the seas
can through some scientific discovery
find a way to be released
giving us more bodies of water
to safely drink.

Perhaps the oceans will give up
their dark and deep secrets,
life undiscovered,
resources never plundered
now available to study.
Movements barely encumbered for
non-bipedal bodied intelligences
in a water world of three d multi planar motions.
Sonic vocalizations interpreted,
while untold depths of water and consciousness
are unlocked in this pursuit.

Perhaps space will put us on the way
seeing time try to escape
as we to attempt to run away
from the only true fate.
Will we find dimensions diffusing
like a permeable membrane, or
like cells stacked upon one another
while black hole balances matter
between both realities,
or merely two extreme distances
beyond our perceptions in this universe,
swallowing light and time in one place
and spewing it out in another?

Perhaps, in the learning
we will see
that the fruitless pursuit
of disparate identities
is a dangerous delusion,
that the confusion and schisms
created in competition
is the creator of greater cataclysms.

But when we are able to work together,
when we finally understand
the philosophy of that long dead Star Trek man,
“Infinite diversity in infinite combinations
equal infinite possibilities”
we will realize that we have
the opportunity to fulfill
an unquantifiable potential.
Graff1980 Dec 2015
Grey waters wear
Sun strained ripples
With one hippo head
Less than halfway
Out to a greet the new day
Till the purple sunset
Suffering from a slight
Foggy haze
Loses the day and sets
Far far away
Graff1980 Mar 2021
The devil revels
in his wicked rebels,
those bouncing beats
and hyper treble,
blasting bass sounds
and destructive percussion.
Graff1980 Sep 2016
How cliché my love of clouds is,
but I have been enjoying this
cloud watching pastime
since before I was nine.

Today Athena’s hair is
long and bluish grey
losing fluffy bits
as they fly away
as the day gains
more morning shades.

Behind a brick building
proceeding the rising sun
receding colors of night
become a pink and orange phoenix
fighting a dragon with a pink and purple underbelly.
Graff1980 Jan 2016
We do the right thing for the right reasons
Struggling with moral questions
Questing for truth beyond misconceptions
The poet, philosopher, heart seeker
The speaker, social worker, Teacher
Without weapons and violence
Our hearts bleed as much as our bodies
Locked in love marching on
To be better, to be an example
Even when they trample us
Beneath their steel toed injustice
Pushed by pulpit pedophiles
and political predators
When they say fear and hate
We say hope and love
Graff1980 Jan 2016
Whether you will
Or whether you won’t
My withering flesh will
Be loving you still
Even in the evening
When only impressions
Of past hearts obsession
Remain
I will still feel the will
To love the faded memory of
You
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Oh, humanity
can we strive
to live a life
of compassion?

If we hear
the elderly
crying and lonely
can we spare
a moment,
can we care
enough to listen?

If we see a stranger
standing on a corner
with a lifetime
of white hair
and pain to share
even though
he may be scamming
can we still care
enough to spare
some food at least?

If we stand shoulder to shoulder
with the disenfranchised,
the disrespected
and the disappointed people
who have been
discriminated against
can we look them in the eyes
with love and respect
and not add to the grief
that they always seem to get?

If we get the chance
can we be better
then the others
who came before?
Can we do just a little more
and be decent for a change?
Graff1980 Jul 2019
As I measure
my black past
against the vast
dark expanse
of space and eternity
all that see
here before me
is the nothingness
that will ignore
or envelope me.
Graff1980 Mar 2020
The universe may be
infinite as the
collective mind
of humanity,
but my current portion
of understanding
is barely measurable.
My place in space and time
makes me the opposite
of valuable or special.
Graff1980 May 2017
This is a dark palace
Of deliberately dangerous
desires that
abruptly disrupts
and veraciously corrupts
all newcomers.

Plebian minds
mass in manic displays
of their sheepish ways
submitting to
the least alpha
of the American
upper class
crusty *** crew.

The enemy
claims he is
iconoclast
and mysterious,
but he is not
what he purports to be.

On these dismal days
I observe
the hurtful hand
of our material obsession.
I see us become the property
of our possessions.

Yet, with an elegy
of creative energy
I seek to set
all children of
our society free,
writing and  posting
with the same passion
as the romantics
that came before me.
Graff1980 Jun 2017
On Sunday the world was
wonderful,
brightly colored,
so full of hope and purpose.

On Monday my mind menaced me
with painful memories
accompanied by
terrible mood swings.

Tuesday was exhausting
and empty.
I was a shell of apathy.

With enough caffeine,
Wednesday was
magnificent for me.

Thursday, Friday,
and Saturday
seemed to be ok.

Sunday seemed to stray
halfway into
a very dark place.

Then when Monday returned
my heart burned
partly in pain
and partly in rage.
Graff1980 Aug 2016
Dark is the heart of the cosmos that beckon us. Racing waves of solar energy. The ocean ripples with moon's reflections. I wish to drown in the yellow orange hydrogen furnace. I wish to drown in the shiny brine that reflect the same shade as my hazel eyes. I wish to drown in love, in awe of all the wonder this reality has to offer. Let it swallow my poetic soul, leaving only a lite littering of poetry in my wake, and I will die a contented fool.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
The nighttime is perfect.
It is silent while I am working,
etching my thoughts
into strange poetic marks.

Past the heart of the evening
onto what I am seeing
the stars are obscured
by the curves of cool clouds.

A block away I can hear
strangers partying.
Heavy bass popping out
rhythm and rap.
I kind of like that,
so I bob my head
to the beat
as I walk around
the brick side of
this big building.

The AC stutters to life
making me jump.
For second I think
there are strangers
watching me,
but I am all alone.

A red shirt stranger
startles me,
but he’s no danger.
He’s just checking
the ashtrays
for stray
butts.

Three and a half
hours in
and it’s time for
my caffeine friend
to pep up
my lagging steps.

Healthy snack
every other hour
broccoli or cauliflower
and a rotisserie chicken
for dinner,

then when the nighttime
is over
I head home
on the highway
and come back
the next day
to do it all again.
Graff1980 Apr 2018
I am most alive
late at night
when the evening sky
overcomes the light.

When silence reigns
I come to explain
many things
in the poetry
of solitude.

The daylight
might
blare
whilst I
walk among
many of you
but the true me
is not there.

Daytime brings
this pale shadow being,
a lesser reflection
of me.

But in the darkness
I spring,
a broken seed
blooming
into a beautiful
black orchid.

Some may fear
the loneliness here,
but I am already
a multitude
made of many voices
and I need to be
alone at night
to hear them clearly.
Graff1980 Oct 2019
Some strange storm is a brewing,
a dark clouded chaos soon ensuing,
wind and water moving fast
for our viewing
as this wet fury falls upon
the unsuspecting form
of everyone.
Graff1980 Jul 2019
So, many meager
minded *******
coming at you like
fat blind truckers,

stiff bodied rigid minds
making no time to find
the reasons behind
life's eloquent poetry lines.

So, I drown in sea humanity’s
sinking stupidity
whilst seeking some semblance
of our potential brilliance
which is a glimmer
I can only make out
in the far-flung distance.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
I did not really listen
cause everything written
that I read
was devoured too fast.
It was only when I slowed down
that I saw the words
for more then what they were.
They became images in my head
of the spiraling universe they represented.
Graff1980 Dec 2017
Before the internet
I looked for women,
images I could hold
on to like
a lacy trace
of **** fabric
that rides up and down
the sweet side
of her soft thighs.
The curling black
consuming skin,
but there were spots
where *******
bulged and
bloomed again.
I looked on
in loving lust.
Desire stirred
and I moved as I must
*******
to the devastating
illusion of
secret catalog queens.
Graff1980 Jul 2016
Death is not fair.
It does not care
or breath.
It does not take
what bleeds
leaving seeds
to spring into
a lighter view
of the heavenly
some days.
It discriminates
against the poor
taking them more
other day it plays
with the wealthy.
It does not balance
or think
grow or shrink.
It is not a tangible being
or a solid thing.
It will not make a deal
no matter how deep you feel.
It is not your enemy or friend.
It is simply the end.
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