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Graff1980 May 2016
That which hurts and haunt us
biting at our skin
gnawing at what’s within,
may begin strengthening
and thickening our skin
as well as our will power.
Though it may hurt at first
you may find in time
that the pain is your friend.
Graff1980 Mar 2018
If we are really
going deep
into ourselves
we must
chip away
the unessential
distractions
to find the truth.

But I do not
pursue this
as much
as I want to
because
my distractions
are so nice.
Graff1980 Sep 2017
There is a slight heartache
but not as bad as it could be
because it is so familiar to me.
It came when and where
I was expecting it be,
like a gut shot
when I tensed my stomach.
I wasn’t flummoxed,
just a little ******,
and annoyed
cause I am tired of
the girls I like
putting up with so much
from the bad boys
while I toil to cultivate
and perfect
this nice guy shtick.
Till the person I want to be
is the person I have become;
Kinder, gentler, compassionate,
stronger, and faster
with more endurance,
but the man I want to be
seems to be a hindrance.
So, it comes to this
must I sacrifice
the person I strive to be
or suffer alone for eternity?
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 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 Jun 2018
My life is a cup
that needs something in it,
a glass chalice
ready to crack
unless I fill it up.
If I’m not careful
I’ll have to throw it out
even though it is the only one
that I have.
Graff1980 Mar 2020
I am dangerous,
old and cantankerous,
standing up and acting
outrageous.

Amongst an infinitude
of corrupted dudes,
I am the brightest loser
In a constellation of fool.
Graff1980 Apr 2020
I have seen
a mess of human tragedy
and on a bad day
wanted to see it all
just go away.
Graff1980 Apr 2020
Sometimes I act spotty,
want a nice hot body
that will make me
act so naughty.

At night when I am lonely
and feeling so homely
I want a woman to hold me
and make me feel ****.

Not much of a fantasy,
but I spend hours of insanity
working out to rule out doubt,
and one day when I find
the girl that loves me
for my wonderful mind
I want to take off my shirt
and my make love squirt
in surprise when this nerd’s
muscular form fills her
lustful eyes.
Graff1980 Jan 2020
Welcome to life’s
rented out property.
The entry fee
is completely free,
but the interest charge
is pretty **** hard
and you can’t get out
of this backyard
alive.
Graff1980 Feb 2020
I am not a god, or great actor.
No matter what factors stand,
I do not have the luxury of being
anything other than me.
I only get the opportunity
to exist within this community
whilst struggling to improve the quality
of my being.
Graff1980 Jan 2020
She was a mess
but she unconsciously
proceeded
to pursue what
she believed was needed.

She was possessed
by a paranoid obsession
to find the people
and go get ’em
while she could.

So sick and disturbed,
cause all that she heard
was the sound of her demise
rolling thunder in the skies,
under angel’s demonic guise.

The medicine did not help it
the voice in her head
the pills could not squelch it
so, in stress she purged with *****
like a racing flaming comet
that came crashing in
crazy calamity.
No one now engages her insanity.

She is just a mess.
Graff1980 Jan 2020
The skeptic in me
hears and reads
his works patiently,
but responds
with a despondent
acceptance,
cause the reader believes
the fallacies
of a faith
that have long
eluded me
due to my
stumbling,
humbling
rationality.
Graff1980 Aug 2020
With eyes of honeys
and lips buzzing
you have me running
straight into
the hive to get to
your delicious mind,
cause it is so stunning.
Graff1980 Aug 2020
I’ve been
dancing
with the dead
who are
waltzing
in my head.
Graff1980 Aug 2016
Was I
Mister melt my face
Crayola man
Dripping wax
Wherever I can
Head caved in
Rivers of colors
That skimmed
The inside hem
Of my skull
Mind hijacked
By the abstract
Not facts but that
Which painted the world
All shades from black
To light and prism split
Rainbow dreams
That turned to ****
Tears that cooled
This freaking mess
While I dyed my flesh
Pink, red, and bluish bruised
In such deep distress
Graff1980 Dec 2014
My wit, wisdom, and intellect
Burn with the fervor of a lover
Swell with the passion of another
And another and another
Until I am smothered in my awe
Cowered by my mind
Swimming in a sea of eternity
Unhindered by the chains of destiny
I am me as you are you
Beautiful chaos wrapped in fleshy trappings
Graff1980 Feb 2017
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
Graff1980 Jun 2018
Such a fruitless endeavor,
as this dullness devours
my endless hours.

I sit seeking stale stimulus.
Being used to immediate
gratification,
of the menial mental
*******
type,
I am stumped
by my listless response to
having everything to do
but not wanting to do
anything.

No movies but one
yet to come
stir my passions.

No tv shows
that I stream
or download
get me excited.

No outside adventure
unencumbered
by the once weary winter weather
inspires me
to get up and go.

No books
even garner
random looks.

I am merely
burnt out,
but just for now.
Graff1980 Jan 2018
The human narrative can not be written till after the fact. Only then can humans force it in to some cookie cutter continuity of meaning.
Graff1980 Feb 2016
How kind any mercy would be
Instead I lived in her shadows
Ever changing moods
More tempestuous then
Any restless sea
And ten times as dangerous
Stupid to the point of cruelty
Ignorance and violence intertwined
Making bad bed fellows
I spent my childhood on the gallows
Begging for the headman’s axe
Or a naked noose to set me loose
Graff1980 May 2017
You are resentful of the essential
growth of knowledge and wisdom.
You treat good men
like garbage
and bad guys
like heroes.
Your poets
and scientists
are forgotten
and in exchange for that
your leaders give you this ****.
The **** you miss
is replaced by a face
of pure contempt
and you praise him
for a *****’s definition
of greatness.
Graff1980 Sep 2017
The words will not save
or even obey me.
They are not my salvation.
Truly they enslave me,
keep me from escaping
into dark bouts of stupidity.
Ignorance cannot invade me.
The words work their will
becoming my ****** poetry
as they try to elevate me.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
The sky is eclipsed
by dragon lips
that snort and smoke
while white wisps
work their way
across a
turquoise day
as observers say
“man that's a strange.”
Graff1980 Dec 2016
I got tired
of trying to debate fanatics
so, I tried the Socratic method
but ended up having to
crack my skull open
on Plato’s Cave.
Then apologize before
I drank up
a big cup
of hemlock.
Graff1980 Mar 2019
I’ve been baking a cake with
the bad ingredients
we stocked in our cabinets,
sugary and chocolate bits
to rot our internal organs
and stain our already
brown and yellow
broken teeth.
Graff1980 Feb 2018
It is a cold pose
of white folds
on top of snow,
as thin arms wrap
softly around
the soft porcelain
skin we have found.
Graff1980 Jul 2015
We suffer fools to fare better
Then those who walk in poor weather
Then those who struggle to find the truth
And in suffering those other flagrant fools
Those corporate and theological tools
We cause greater suffering to
All of our youths
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Step right up
to test your luck
pull a lever,
or pick a card.
If you’re clever
you’ll get a red lettered
queen of hearts,
but if you are
down on your luck
you’ll get a generic joker
who doesn’t give a single
****.
Graff1980 Feb 2019
It is a ****** battlefield
that does not yield
any healthy crops
just plants dark thoughts;
Seeding seething pain.
Graff1980 Feb 2018
Let the world rot
Let it sink in decay
because I got no faith
in this human race.
Graff1980 Oct 2015
She has tip toed
Straight to the edge
No railing to hold her back
Just a drop
Dull thuds
Sound
Her body breaks with exhaustion
She will fall
Collapsing into nothingness
Graff1980 Jan 2016
Jealousy is the anger of lusting souls
Wet with unmet ecstasy
Promised nothing yet they believe
They deserve everything
Finding resentment for those
Who do and are eager to receive
The same pleasures they desired to achieve
Graff1980 Jul 2017
I return to some young summer.
It’s just a memory on a breeze
a warm day I had forgotten,
but it makes me smile.
Graff1980 Jul 2017
I have weathered so many storms that tempestuous tempests seem to be my home.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Oh, how I long to be
the silent lips
of your poetry.
Eyes wavering
to and fro
like a pendulum
falling down the page
as you find my poems
and devour them.
Then,
I long to be
the one you wish to see,
so you can speak about
what you read.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
It is not red hot,
but a beautiful
ink blot
on the white spot
where I let my words
write themselves
and reveal how much
of a fool I really am.
Graff1980 Dec 2015
Her skin was cursed stone
Hard as her heart
And I could not bridge
The gap
Could not cross
The coveted spot
To find her heart
Remove the marble
Till it was freed
Chip by chip
And let her be
Till the stony queen
Finally loved me
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Becuase that is the way it is, becuase that is the way it has always been, or becuase it would be to hard to change is not a good reason to keep doing something.
Graff1980 Dec 2017
The site seams to be fixed.
Graff1980 Oct 2017
To each writer who wears a world unique
Bleeding on their velvet sleeves
Infinity within their grasp
Heavens lips spread from present to past
Eyes denying all forms of hubris
Only blocked by human ignorance
To you my dear who’ve made it clear
That every day is a grand exploration
That every syllable is a new gestation
And each sentence a phoenix birth
To burn anew and be reborn with every generation
For you I have nothing
Because in your mind is everything
Graff1980 Dec 2017
The musical fog
mists my eyes
and mystifies
my curious life.
Graff1980 Mar 2017
Sacs of flesh water skins
Bleach white bones
Will burn from within
Cancer sticks
Fleshy *****
Human animals
With parts that fit
**** to ****
Desire this
But I resist
Wanting love
From the lust that I missed
We kissed and now we are dust
Graff1980 Sep 2017
Let me write you
a smile that
shines through
the gloom and doom
to get you through
this dark time
that is hounding you.
Graff1980 Dec 2017
Your damp glittering dirk
is dangerously wedded to
a wet red death.
Graff1980 Feb 2018
Your lives can be
tragically
tinted
by your profession
and studies
but equally elevated
by the same.
Graff1980 Dec 2016
Water flows
falling on
our flesh.
Little rivulets
slide down
and cool
our skin.
In that way
water’s life is fulfilled
being set upon the road
of falling.
Each drop taking the path
of least resistance.

Given each variable,
each level of knowledge,
each objective,
we to take the path
of least resistance
to fulfill
what we will
not what fate wills.
Graff1980 Apr 2017
You have been crying
begging to be freed
expressing the need
to be released
from the patriarchy
while praying on bended knees
in a place of worship
to an imaginary father figure
who was used
to justify the abuse
you are trying to fight,
the man who gave men the right
to own you, and other slaves to.

You think you are
fighting the people in power
but every Sunday
you head back that way
One step a head
then two back towards
a fake future that
only happens when you are dead.

Yep, you will never break free
of your hated patriarchy
until you reject the farcical
spiritual rituals of the men in black
who feed you crap
take your cash and never give it back
just to tell you what a fictional character
wants you to do.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Step right up
to test your luck
pull a lever,
or pick a card.
If you’re clever
you’ll get a red lettered
queen of hearts,
but if you are
down on your luck
you’ll get a generic joker
who doesn’t give a single
****.
Graff1980 Nov 2016
At least my disposition
is greatly improved
by exercise, which is why
I am moved to move more.
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