Kyle madill Baker

Kyle madill Baker Jun 2017

Why can't my liver filter thoughts like it does with alcohol?

It would save me the trouble of all the money I've spent to free myself of bad decisions,

There is so much formality within a sober moment, while my drunkenness speaks freely,

My brain doesn't erase moments like alcohol does, yet my liver puts up a fight reminding me to think,

Fantasizing over an image created by theses slurred and blurred overzealous eyes,

I am attracted to bars like teachers are to mls style, and to this day I'm still not sure which one has been more beneficial.

Looking down the road of allowing glass, I measured my state of mind to pick my poison,

Tequila adds a flower to a withering soul, ***** snuffs out the light where it gets to bold, whiskey fakes the fight with its bros, while gin loosens the bones and wine your emotions, at last we have beer a truth serum more powerful than love,

What they all take is feeling, a small price to learning what we see in the refection is really something we refuse to collude with.

My liver is always amazed, the amount of control I give to it, whilst the hand with a drink in it stays steady,

The other acquires shame, controlled by a freedom of released inhibitions,

If I could escape the safety of the dinner lights for the missing love that I thought drive me here,

My liver is alone, in the battle, like one soldier who's realized that their command center threw them into a death trap and their enemies are mindless zombies of fallen memories,

My toast is not alone, followed by smiles and condolences, significant enough to convince everyone, maybe one more.

All the lines in this poem were written while I was intoxicated throughout last year and while sober I formed then into this piece, thanks for reading

#drinking #love #sober #good #bad #silly #problems #new #adventure #cats

Kyle madill Baker May 2017

They Will Endure New Trials Yearly (ramble 20)

On the steps of love,
Bathing in light a stranger approaches me,
Spitting fire, claiming my eternal rest false,
No actions are free of judgement,
So I roll these words up and smoke them into my lungs,
Paused, holding until my features speak more than if I were to exhale, (the truth),
In minutes the sight of the stranger recedes,
Not sure if their power nearly took a life they were trying to save,
Sticks and stones may bring on death but words give them a target,
A resistance to the known struggles,
Demons have many faces and oh do I admire them all,
Yet the further we did, it's from the sky they fall,
So buried we are along with the facets of our emotions,
Those still lucky enough to breathe face corrupted air,
And we will set for to our insides,
Becoming the words once trapped inside.

Who else sits in a dark room and just talks? Not me, but catch me on the stoop speaking with the sun.

Kyle madill Baker May 2017

How my fight will end

Tapping out on the cemented path,
knees, face, there is blood everywhere,

I rise, there is a brief moment of dizziness but it fades, my hands ache and feet sore,

The cry of sirens fill the air to a once silent and shocked atmosphere, not a mind surprised, nor willing to step in,

I do nothing to cover my face, with the crowd splitting in front of me like convenient stores doors,

As if the soul was struggling to stay inside, but the damage to severe for it to grasp the concept,

Dead, panned face wanting to lose all concentration, I have that wanting more feeling,

Just a lost to those who will remember, a sacrifice to remind us,

Life, is all that threatens my future, is reluctant to free anyone from its understanding,

At one moment something becomes something new, and what ever lead this act to take place,

Is completely within my control, and so I decided it end.

When I am undeniably happy with a partner, two types of poems begin to stir , it never shocks me that they are much more opposing, meaning more poems on their way.

Apr 2017

sunprincess

Sweet Dreams (haiku)

Come lay beside me;
Let's dream of stars together,
And kiss sweetheart love

xoxo

#love #romance #haiku #npminspire

Kyle madill Baker Apr 2017

Yoga spirits coming together one day

Blogging on a piece of paper

Let me erase the title, and call this deja Vu, I feel like we've met before,

no?

Alright then we'll **** anyways because beneath our shallow waters sinks a heavy chest.

But hear me out it's not that I'm doing this for fun and games, and there are to no depths that I cannot hold my breath, my desire is that you feel all the love I have to give,

Even if it's one second,

I may pass out, how long have I been holding my breath, was there a miss communication between my brain and (look at chest)

Look at these clothes! Fashion is to me, look good but express what I want you to see,
I'd rather be naked, only wear clothes when I have to deal with idiots in public...

Or sports, it just seems practical for some,

I know I don't have ADD or ADHD , I took those tests, but I do have a knack for puzzles, and some times I lose track of one piece for another,

So I optimize on body language, throw in opinions, to complete the lie until proven otherwise,

And When the truth hides behind the blank canvas waiting to be painted by our perspectives, it stands as naked as I am now,

And if these words are not revealing enough. find me...

and I'll call it deja vu.

#dogs #cats #stars #people #me #you #things #thoughts #life #sleep #wake

Kyle madill Baker Mar 2017

I

Inside, is this thing about me, it has stolen my voice,
It's like ash has seeped into my lungs from an invisible fire fueled by hatred, it has broken my will to stand on two legs, a gentle world slipped out from under the covers,
forgotten,
In my arms a purring cat that reminds me of the ocean waves crashing along the shore of a place I once felt at peace, it's frustrating to lose track of such wonderful memories,
I feel insane, but I am calm and understand that this is just a phase, chapters on the moon are written in the clouds in day
I realized now, either this mind is too creative than what I think capable or my abilities have left me with only formal beginnings, so breaking the mold has not left me with many options,
Indeed sleep and food will provide healing when it seems fit, but for some reason I would better wish luck could do some providing, this hard effort has made me sick,
Indebted to silence, my rain check has finally been checked off, the papers folded and what's left of the ink is saved for my last breath.
Incurable, only by my diagnosis, and only a poet am I, not a doctor, this in lies the problem,
Indifferent about such touchy topics, resorting to backtracking my statements, fair enough?
Indecisive? so are the current topics of the new world conspiracy, such a soft melody replaying in the foreground, as my mind goes out the back.

it's been awhile Mr. Poe...

#love #lies #truth #people #weird #new #*** #cats #dogs #2017