'horizens' poems - Hello Poetry

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Feb 2012

The Stop Off Of My Often Written Decline

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Feb 2012

The Stop Off Of My Often Written Decline

Days slip by with remains of my emptyness cast aside like bottles apon a vacant highways path.
How often had I found little comfort in the arms that knew nothing and only lingered for
payments often underpaid  in moments best left to forgotten like nights of youth kissed in
a lovers lipstick called regret .

Sometimes it takes a good demon's  burn to pull your head outta the cloud's.
And in these empty highways reflection often i'd found little more than rest stops
and regrets to fuel my anger and true sense of I dont give a ****.

Faces of a blank canvas heading toward new horizens and bitter end's.
Children lost clinging to people more clueless than there youth cast logic could bare.
No one's home in the lost.'
Only found in the emptyness of a new destination.

I cannot say wear I became such a heartless soul.
Only point you towards another route and send you off to find something
that would resemble a traggic play called happiness.

A broken down machine shook  by  other's in hope for a free treat.
Some just for the hell of seeing it swerve ive long since learned to respond
in a stock sense like some robot no true thought  left in my blackend soul.

Dark roads spread like snakes across tatered highways soon to be forgotten by all.
Rest stop ahead one mile.
We gather a lost audience with a shared flaw.

Tired of travel some drenched in life.
Togather we gather in seconds as soon we all do depart.

I cannot say ive spent the time only to erase it in vain.
But a highway is a womans love never returned only taken we no
longer feel the desire to give.

In darkest hours of mornings soon to be aproaching light I sit watching
the lights chase off into the distance swallowed into a never seen again void.
So many chasing dreams others just chasing a new stage.
All of us headed towards yet another dim lit destination.

I always dread my return.

Often long trips have that sureal sense to me.
Yet all the hours ive spent out there along with faces i know i'll never see again
I find unlike most I dispise my trip for I know no home only a place were
unlike the starngers I meet for only seconds.

Im treated as a fool a gypsy of the highway.
Im more home in the emptyness than here.
Rest stops are the true place in between what some may consider heaven and hell.

Course what does the clown know to begin with?
Stay crazy Gonzo.

Heather Moon Feb 2015

Etiolate

Heather Moon Feb 2015

Etiolate

I waited.

By the secret creek with
the porceline bird bath
and misty ivy trails
of love that led us
to a place in time
So forgotten
Yet still a grain
In the backs of our rushing lives.

I waited.

Young hands unkowingly
bearing
heavy weights
Naive hearts
Outstretched,
In trust,
In hope.
A memory comes to mind
Of children
playing,
On that grey fog beach
Silent wolves
Light driftwood
A Child
making sand castles
To reach that sun
hidden behind grey clouds.
Pails pounding,
"C'mon, c'mon!"
The child is left alone
By the sweeping shores,
Dreams too mighty for this physical form.

I waited.

Barefooted laughter
Ripe plum Blossoms in coats
As we crossed the gates
into the ancient silken
Paradise of awe.

I waited for you.
"Maybe in a year, or two,"
We would say
As rambling minds
Chased other tails.

Time,
How it flickers before
the eyes.

I love you.

I love you.

And so cattle run
Over mother Earths
Vast plains
White buffalo stampeding over sweet grass
And cars speed onward
Into unknown horizens
Pink skyline reflections on gold rimmed aviators
Radio fuzz and zipping highways
As we distract ourselves from
Our souls story.

I waited.

I waited in the garden
Where we,
two young lovers,

First gazed so deeply into one another
That we changed.

I waited
In that dewy
ivory green
moment,

Others
Came and went,
Other pictures
filled my minds eye

but my heart waited.

"We were young, we were foolish."
You said as red pain flinched and pinched
Inside of me.

I grew old.

My Ringlets
Unfolded
as I
Folded more
and more,
wrinkling
inwards.

I love you.
I love you

I didn't want
To wait
I released you
So many times...

But my soul knew its destiny
better than I could ever imagine.

How many distractions do we occupy ourselves with,
A dinner of Momentary pleasures
As the deep spirit in our belly
Begins to give up on our truest song.

I waited.

I waited
because
You birthed
A seed within me
That started to grow

A magnificent flower
Blooming

Faded winters
Faded windows
Wilted flowers.

I waited for a spring that never came.

Love
like puzzle pieces.

How come you waited,

Until I was gone
To come kiss my fragile body
And tell me you knew?

You knew
a force of great power
played a hand
In the magnificent tale
We were assigned to

You knew.
I knew.

We knew.

We knew
as a thousand
feelings sparked
Through our
veins
When we first held hands
And all the times we touched
thereafter.

We knew.

And we waited,

We waited
because
fear pulled us
away
from that
great power that
lay
between us.
We waited for a strength to arrive
that lived inside us all along.

Fairy winged
and laughing,
we ran through
orchards of apples
and lilac blossoms.

We knew.
We knew.

But did we listen?

Don't wait
when love comes knockin'
Dive deeply
Into the mysteries before you.

Nicholas Mercier Coulombe May 2017

"Sir! How do we Silence Anxiety? Sir."

Nicholas Mercier Coulombe May 2017

"Sir! How do we Silence Anxiety? Sir."

"SIR! How do we silence anxiety? Sir."

Welcome to the new era,
A-dread-alized Motivation

We Swept concrete
under bombshelter rugs

Wept skyscraper scaffolding
Twin tears down construction worker cheekbones.
Dangling off plywood
Staring at their lunchmeat
In silliphane
Placing it back
Closing their eyes

The sun rise past the construction
Shone red and yellow
Orange and black
War in the winds

We all knew that there could be only one thing to silence the Trembling fingers
still left shaking
from the resurrection
of our ancesters sins.

The uncertainty of our nationalism,
or ability to breathe. A tragedy
to bond us. Glued
to the severance of anxiety horizens.
"The New Era"
Stapled to the door frame.

Green now in the sky
They painted the missiles gold
so we'd know who sent them.

Waves came
Tore cartilage from the floor boards.
Fires came
Swept veins up in the smoke
a plague would have come,
but the world glazed over with laughter.

labeled allergies a
coping mechanism
in the face of cataclysm
We swore at each other
Didn't blame god.
For once

This time we didn't want to curse
gods name that way.
Not when we knew our aggressor

The rich had bombshelter elbows
The beautiful had lips like
plane tickets

You stand accused of revolution
Influence,
motivation, rebellion!
PAYING ATTENTION
What do you have to say for yourself?

Says Judge Judy.
to the artists.
All of them.

Shackled in front of ovens,
Brothers and Sisters of rainbow skin

Motivators aren't needed when you're "Silencing Anxiety" She says.

A general in the white house asks:
"They're all too loud.
How do we unleash genocide
for a whole generation?"
And this *******,
Gaunt in the corner?
Says suicide.

— The End —