Sunday morning coupon clippings
like breathing for gasps of the air
while out there
the beads of rain
necklace the silky spiderweb
and all they want to do is decapitate,
amputate and castrate
a piece of you.
to hack off what’s been given
like a bull in Cambodia,
to surgically remove what’s been earned
with an incision of accuracy.
ah yes, the prairie state- land of crucifixion:
everyone on the cross with black blood streaming down their cheeks
it’s like roaming through the jungle
of machine guns blazing
from behind the trees
and slugs whizzing by your ears
with feet failing to trudge
through the battlefields
of dead bodies at dusk
and arms raised waving the white flags
we all enter en masse
receiving less than half
putting up with twice as much
like products of the tombs
working twice as hard
plus some illegal activity
on the side just to drown
in their inflationary sludge
we can’t even afford to walk
across the room anymore
so often times you’ll find me
twisted in the sheets
feeling as comfortable
as a Picasso painting
with nowhere else to go
nowhere else to turn to
except dreaming of death
in the minarets of my past
and gently plucking lilacs
from the garden of my love.
I could put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
We're all in life's long race,
Pondering on a distant place,
Where we are spiritual beings,
Our souls free beyond dreaming,
No, we can't take stuff beyond,
Immaterial thoughts to wonder on,
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Why wait for peace, no strife?
If we all had a Peace day today,
The world could unite this way,
A distant place, how far away?
Feedback welcome. .
I feel like I've been here before.
Not in this place,
But in this state of mind.
Who doesn't lie sometimes?
Roses bloomed in her eyes
The day the sky changed from grey to divine
We danced on starlight clouds
And chanted songs of childhood springtime
We never thought to wander
The pasts or plunders
We loved to the world turned round
And never stoped to tie our shoes
Working hard is what we do
Each day this place we show up to
Selling pie and pastries too
Wiping tables when we're through
That's just life for me and you
Day two of my 30 day poetry challenge: write a five-line poem to the last person you texted (or fb messaged in my case since i lack a cell phone)
Summer is leaving me behind
Though I wish I could go with
Following seasons is like
Chasing a monster you know is a myth
It does not make much sense to me
Living a stalker of the sun
The glare makes it hard to see
Smoke left rising from the gun
She is too smart, too fast, too fly,
For mortal man to hold
Many have given a lifetime
To catch her until they grow old
I know my place
I'm not ashamed
Let her slip away again
Just another way to reload
Ammo for my empty pen
Inspired by nature which seldom happens
The time has come,
and I have returned.
And in the time I was gone,
there is much that I have learned.
No matter where you wander,
and no matter where you go,
true friends will
waiting for you to return.
Hello to everybody! I am back! :-)
So happy to be here, where I know that I fit in and am always welcome.
Dedicated to all of my friends
home is where it wasn’t home.
home. it felt more like a place but felt like home when leaving.
home is my brother and his blue eyes.
home is can you make me breakfast and watch TV with me?
home is the hot soup grandma makes.
home is Janis Joplin singing.
home is where birds are chirping dancing.
home is that door never closing.
home. is that door open anymore?
home is Venus… and my cosmos.
home is red and red was home.
home is where it wasn’t home.
home is where i wish was home.
home? where is home anymore?