#47
I want to see a grown man cry.
Mother doesn’t approve of a psychology course.
Hatred to swallow only to erupt again.
To see all sides of that person
But no one knew.
You can grow like a tree;
Tall and strong,
Old and wise,
But a tree doesn’t go anywhere.
Alpha and Omega,
The vastness of space.
Your life will come to an end;
Don’t let it go to waste.
I give you a smile;
Genuine warmth.
Look at those around you,
Must you curse them?
Instead love them.
A needle can sew,
But it can also *****
Use that wisely,
Be gentle I say,
Put it to good use.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Well it’s been seven years,
Fighting fire with firewood.
How could you begin to face
These ice cold tears
Of which drift upwards?
Just give it some time to waste.
Roll onto my bed
As the crew cycles through the night.
Unwilling adults never
Cease to amaze brick walls.
Let her come by some day
So friends can hear the doves better.
Nobody said this was okay,
But please know
At least I want you to stay
With us.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Melancholy.
A pink rose.
Rain.
Distant piano.
Loneliness.
Cassette tapes.
City nights.
A cheap cigarette.
Three white stripes.
Couple of camera flashes.
Wearing a face mask.
A spontaneously special moment.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
We met at a beautiful park bench;
“Hello.” I said,
“It's really good to see you!”
“Hey.” she said.
“How are you?
How has your day been?
Did you have a good weekend?”
I asked.
“Yeah, I did." she answered.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, I'm fine.” she replied.
“Good.” I said.
There was silence for a moment.
“How are you?” She asked.
“I feel great.” I said.
“Good.” she said.
We went to buy a drink;
“What do you want?” I asked her.
She said “Just water.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, I don't mind”
Ultimately, I was glad.
Meeting this girl
Brought…
Some reassurance
To last year’s me.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Nowadays, is this a world for poetry?
Anyway, I suppose there couldn’t be.
And this may seem like a promotion
But I assure you people
It feels more like slow motion.
If you were to write poetry,
Say now.
What would you write about,
And more importantly, how?
This audience of children
Surely cannot understand
They couldn’t possibly comprehend.
Well the reason I write
Is because my voice cannot sing
Nor rap or any other popular thing,
But back then it was great
To write a verse, a perfect stanza
For the Greek meaning of ‘poetry’
Is to merely create.
So I do ask this generation
My most important question;
Why wait?
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
The way a man can be herself
As the eyes and mouth
Twitch in a silent breeze.
He starts with a lukewarm
Ginger beer and the
Local newspaper
Or black coffee and low opinions
Whilst listening to the bird
Morning song.
Yet, he could be listening to you
On the radio.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
While Marcus
is talking
of some war
some campaign
he's been on
Annona
in their bed
beside him
wishes he
was still there
(far away
in some war)
they'd had ***
two or three
times during
the night
in which she
pretended
to enjoy
making noises
but really
it was ****
she hadn't
liked it one
little bit
but when he
was away
and Amy
was in bed
making love
it was one
big thrill ride
small kisses
soft touches
exploring
doors opened
places kissed
bodies hot
and o that
do not stop
do not stop
but Marcus
tells his tales
of war games
who killed whom
she sensing
in her heart
a dark gloom.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
Marcus sits and asks
for wine to be poured.
His man pours and hands
him the wine and waits nearby.
Annona looks at her husband,
his eyes, his hard stare,
his hands holding the wine.
Where's your Amy? he says
gazing at his wife.
Busy as usual, Annona says, why?
He dismisses his man who walks
off and out of sight; I’ve heard
that she shares your bed, Marcus says.
Annona tries hard not to blush
or show concern, who says?
Brutus replies, it has been brought
to me on my return from my
campaign on Ceasar's cause.
She looks past him, the seascape
beyond the wall, gulls in flight.
She keeps my reputation sure
until your return, she says, some
may rumour that other men may
share my bed, and that may cause
jealousy in your manly head.
How so? he says with furrowed brow.
If she weren't there, who
knows what rumours may
take root of other men being
there while you're away, but
while Amy's there none may
say, plus she keeps me warm
while your hot body's far away
in battle's swarm.
He smiles and sips his wine.
She breathes in deep and keeps
it to herself just how much her
Amy keeps her warm and hot,
and how they make love
while he's away.
How wise, he says, that is good
to know, but is she clean, I'd hate to
catch a pox where she may lay?
As clean as air around our heads
and lambs fresh born, Annona says
recalling Amy's lips upon her brow,
her hand upon her ****** bush.
Then good keep her near while I'm
at war, better to keep me happy
and sure no other man may share your bed.
No thought of such had ever entered
her head, just Amy and she with their
rough and tumble as a storm breed sea.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
you gave me a neglected book
and I mistook it for love.
i tried to find hidden meanings
lurking between the spaces.
i waited for it to pop out from the pages
to hit me in the head
with all it's
senseless rage,
attempting to
command me into belief
with the words you couldn't find on your own.
but alas,
the words never arose,
so,
i massacred
i pillaged
i maimed
and threatened
your book from
front to back
i interrogated under the blinding light
in a cold room
without food or water
and it gave up its
muted fight.
and spoke of page 47
and the weightless paper cup
who
rode the back of
the western wind.
.......
and I recounted my findings to you
and what had lurked on page 47,
but you had confessed to
have never read the book before.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
The system
Aint never been down with me
So why the **** should
I believe in liberty?
The system contradicts
Itself because of corrupt politics
The system
Says they for you but really for them
They only interested in their power
There laws and there wealth
The system dont give a **** about the poor
But always finds moneys for war
The system
Got thousands of soldiers who died for nothing
Trying to find a man in some cave
When Bin Laden been in his grave
The system supports money
More than facts its an unhonest act
The system tells you how to think
When to blink n whats the new brink?
Style fashion fad
Everybody who was straight its suddenly ***
Even got men dressin' in drag
The system plays the race card carefully
So they can divide us individually
The system says we love you scream for peace but yet i still see bombs over Baghdad
Bombin' innocent brown people
For power or for control over some ******** oil its the ultimate turmoil
The system needs to be revolutionized
By the real patriots
The indians the blacks along with other indigenous peoples of the america
Illegally stolen and sold for profits
Of white western europeans
The system never ever works
Its up tous to stop the damage
Before its completely destroyed
Wake up hear me clear
Dont be a slave to the system
Dont be guided by fear
Let them hear the shots
We wont miss them
And we unite as a people
And say **** THE SYSTEM""
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
High eyes
Hidden lies
Realize
A compromise/ Violence in disguise
A noose is the new suit and ties
We are morphing into one- jobs 9 to 5
Sleeps schedules are identical- tired eyes
We are our own
but you are I, you's and I's
Laws to abide
Words to coincide
Strong people- scared- run and hide
You are us or you are them- chose a side
America the Great- America the Free
They lied
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
I try to close my eyes
Because when they are open I tend to realize
things I hate to admit but that I despise
To me it is no surprise
to see the division on each side
Stereotypes are being idolized
Human beings are not being individualized
not being identified
Just stamp them with a number
222-33-4444
Send them to school to make them
Smarter
but dumber
to the reality
They take the unbalanced lead
of what stares at me
but moves passed me
I am followed by the past me
Inevitably,
we are
who we are destined to be
Because of what was taught to me
I have chains on my wrists
in this country
but they say I am free
while they distract me
subtract me
yes, me
but you too
Because we are one but we are two
Unity
You and me
me and you
Don't lose yourself
if you are lost, I am too
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC