#dedpoet
I am lost in the forest
Of your hair,
You sleep as the dream awakens,
Darkness turns to light
The sun dawns over you,
Over me,
The day gives birth to us.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC
My hero
My safety cloak
My inspiration
My teacher
I loved you as all these things
Through your poems
Though it might not show
You were my smile
And my sunshine
For your poems made me understand
That even though Ded Poets die
Their hearts and souls
Will forever survive
Through their poems and what they've done
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
From within the screams
Of silence
Every wall shadowed.
I am the eternity
Of my moment,
Alone with nobody,
Come,
Maybe the words will set
Me free,
And the void is a deep cloud.
A walk in the mist,
There you will find me
Lost, finding all the questions.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
Tell me why the poison,
Your nomadic essence
In a magnetar's romance?
**** the void with your
Missing kiss,
Surrendered to your
Chosen appearing and time
Is your whim to the commands
I obey.
Why the poison
When a million ways to die
Is the same living under
Your spell,
Seductress of the falling sun,
Nuisance to my nocturnal
Soul,
I am but yours
And held by the thirst
For more,
Take me into your
Embrace,
I drink freely your
Kiss of death.
Why the poison
For a suicidal lover?
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
And here's to life,
Life I didn't know or take,
A cup half full,
Half empty with tears.
The pain and sorrows
Of yesterdays and tomorrows.
All the wasted years....
I am not the abyss,
I am the space that filled it with hope.
I am not the pain,
But the road less taken.
I am not the brokenness
But the redemption of today.
Hope, the infinite soul that
Resides definance of the emptiness.
I am not alone.
I am not ded.
I am Dedpoet......Alive!!!!!
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
The sky is a mirror
In a labyrinth of regrets.
I hear myself in youth
And shake my head in older age.
But I am not myself.
I pull my hair back to my feet,
All the echoes that
Reflect who I was,
Or am,
Or trying not to be,
But I cannot find myself.
I am trapped with everyone
Telling me this and that
About myself,
But who knows me better
That ME?
I am a wounded animal
In an extraordinary cage,
Sky full of mirrors,
I say regret,
Others say remember,
I say forget,
Others say don't,
Because I am not them.
Me, myself
And everyone else,
Sky full of mirrors
And only the memory remains.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
The doors to my heart are open:
Mother spoke to me,
Breath of God,
Because I know the difference
As a child and losing God when
Mother was taken and my
Soul cried to the quarter moon.
All the hours pass
Through these poems of her,
And the words still speak
From an altered spirit deep
In the forest of my youth,
A secret day Mother of six took
Me to eat alone,
Alone with oceans,
And stars,
And all the hope a child could bear,
Where Mother looked at me
And smiled,
Her smile contained all that
Was good of my childhood.
And Mother,
Her amazing grace of words
Spoke as God,
She held me with one arm,
One secret morning
With oceans,
With stars,
All the hope a child could bear.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
I say the heart of the city lives,
In her I will never die,
The dream of a carpenter builds
Merging with hopes
That I have for her:
Free I write my poetical
Amongst the flowers and demons,
The nonturnes of my heart
And the dawn of my fires,
Tell me the Alamo will be remembered,
Her beauty like a sword
Making my words bleed,
I am my city.
Dream of the desolates
From my cursed youth and poor
Words, the poet in my rich in life
My city is me.
The prostituted poor like an addict
Blowing a flute,
A cold stare, no food, no remorse,
The floor of anguish, a passionate girl.
We are one.
I am the streets,
Among the thieves and thugs
Who like you have dreams,
Among the rust and damp wooded
Homes, into the parks of my city,
Where Spanish missions still
Pray over the people,
My church,
My heart,
My city full of dreamers.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
I walk the Westside of San Anto,
The place I buried so many.
And the dead do speak
As they are in my words,
My very poetry.
Some have gone decent,
Others waved their final colors
With a kerchief ,now rest immortal.
So then I go back for them,
But move forward doing so,
To remember where I am
And where they shall never go.
If I am just a lucky guy
Who made it out alive when so
Many could not,
Then I cannot regret because the
Dead have no memory.
But why go back and visit
The desolation, the addicted
Nocturnal, the names who have
No faces?
Because I cannot reject myself,
The pistol I once lived by,
The nature of air and hope that
Escaped all in the ruins.
No, I will always return,
And my heart has not the words.
Now what?
Flowers for the dead and walk
The slab of names to rejoice
In what once was?
No, I come home,
The same as you,
As anyone,
Superfluous as this may be,
The return is necessary
If only to find oneself again.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
The present is still,
But the mountainous rage against
Thoughts and realities collide and I
Realise they have been there since
The beginning:
Look at her,
Ageless in my memory
As the light and the dust settle
In a dance,
A windmill of her love,
The walk of her figure under said
Moonlight,
Oh the anger entangled because she
Isn't here anymore,
The present is still:
The floodgates of bullets whipping by,
The nightmares flashing,
A fallen angel before my eyes,
The child cries God!!!!
And to a child mother is God,
Gone with the waters,
I drown in a tortured river.
Between what I see and what
I know now I become a dazzled
Flame dancing in a spherical nature,
A battalion of storms
And the rage within me marches on.
The present is motionless,
But the rage of regret
Is a fountain of reality floating
On a cloud of reflections,
Where has my lover gone?
She left and it was the best for
Both of us,right?
I agreed to disagree with myself,
Under grey skies
A flock of crows dispersed
Just before the thunder.....
In thoughts I chew my nails
Down to my wrist,
The fire burns inside and charrs my heart,
My black jewel
Asleep between her *******
How I miss you woman!
The present is still:
My daughters cry Daddy!
Echoes of they who are not there,
The transparent moment is a petrified
Storm,
The sky becomes a deep abyss,
Black clouds over black days,
Daddy isn't there.
Fist strikes the flesh,
The storm is human
And it rages on inside me,
The precipitation is a drop
Of solitude for every deep thought,,
My eyes open and close,
Phosphorus regret with downed eyelid.
The moment is still,
But the storm rages on.......
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
Most endearing beloved,
Today at Midwinter's eye, I saw you under
The sun, a drop of light as it were under
The shimmery snow you stood upon.
And in the image of God we were made,
I'd like to think he made the portrait
Just for me, a delightful immortal
Image that dances even at night around
The round moon of January's cold.
I cannot give you more than
You have just given me as though
You bestowed upon me a spoonful
Of star, and as I walked I saw your
butterfly's journey, the ringing of
Freedom's bell, I rejoice in the perfect
Memory as though an angel would pass
Here on earth to witness a miracle
And then swiftly return to eternity.
But what I can offer you is the music
Of sky upon water, the depth of a diamond's
Gaze; the birth of Springtime in your
Eyes,the eternity in a flash which is the
Whole of my life, I offer you the foam of
The beach where we will make love,
I will swim in your rivery hair and not
Drown, I offer you my soul dancing
In a forest with tree flowers and adventure
On the rainiest days, I give you a child
That has not been born but knows
You as Mother, the miracle is you love.
I give you the ground I walk on, and all
The little birds and animals you can fathom.
Take these my humble gifts,
My love eternal,
Dedpoet
P.S. Also take the skies and all the stars,
All that I wish for you.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
In the carnival of the Barrio
The moment's invent themselves,
Another world apart from
The lunatic normalcy,
Confederation of fire,
The nomadic nocturne spiraling
Into the darkness,
A magnetosphere of addiction,
A high voltage need
That crawls on the very skin.
People in a drama:
A woman limps bursting
Into the eyes of the unseeing,
A hand for a hand,
The emotions stir inside,
Coins fall into her,
Clusters of emotions,
Spinning webs that scatter
The hearts,
She skips off into the cityscape.
I see a people in a tunnel vision,
Perhaps I am part of them,
I speak as I watch the addicted;
A forest of needles
In the arms that reach,
A man whose youth is alive
In the body that's seems so old,
The endless hand that reaches,
Falling without falling,
The night insisting on his existence,
Hands full, he runs to deal with
Himself.
The desolation of the addicted,
A couple holding hands
Walking the street,
He lets her go into the sky
And she is picked up
By a raining comet,
He waits for her return,
Money in hand,
To the nocturnal lament
They become as they pass through
The eye of a needle.
The streets were once rivers,
The houses were once gold,
But the night takes the shimmering
And turns it away from
The additicted nocturnal.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Month of January,
My words wander through
Your snow to gather
Crystalline Icycles and fragrance
From burning fires.
Come Winter, my love,
The grey days of chill
Warm the heart,
A blessed scape for holding
My lover drifting in white days,
The flakes fall as you approach
And form a memory,
Frozen in my eyes as though
The season were brought upon
Just for this moment.
Look, in my eyes,
Yours,
An angel walks in the snow
So that the cold sun could
Shinedown upon you,
Cotton and your rose petal
Cheeks, smile at me as
You shiver and kiss the crimson
Of your lips,
The season of Winter,
A reason to hold you....
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
Only your presence is real:
I can see your shoulder, left,
Exposed.
You eat a peach folded on the couch,
The summer it began
As a diaphanous drop
Of wine spilled under
Your lips,
Through you the transparency
Of the world,
Under motionless present
Your timeless gaze,
A quiver of light,
Your naked shoulder.
The foam of your body
As the wave hits my shores,
Living waters,
I swear the world is your substance,
You hear my footsteps
Throbbing in the shadows,
The silken flattery
Of your smile,
The hour glass of your figure,
Suspended between us
I kiss you,
The rain does not wet you
Because you are a flame,
Your lips taste of wine;
Our bodies stretch the dawn
Uprooting the world.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
I wonder often which side
Of the coin I am on,
The magnificent irony of God
For giving me words;
I am the lightless eyes that see
From the dark what is leftover
From a library of dreams that
Seem dimly lit longing to be.....
Each stanza I vainly write,
Or are they written already,
Insensible scribblings wondering
If I am the poem or the poet,
A book of sonnet infinite,
Inaccessible rhymed schemes
Prewrit as the lost manuscripts
Of Alexandria lost to fire,
I live among the metaphorical,
Gardens of verbs and fountains
Of nouns, the blind word speaks
All that is seen.
Librarian of my days,
The the form is free I believe,
The cosmic universe in which
I write call to me in words,
Who am I?
The poem or the poet,
The twilight of my days have
Come to wonder what's real,
The delectable world I watch,
The words feed into me,
I realise I am a poet
Living inside the poem.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
I didn't want new shoes,
Not from the Goodwill store again.
My father opened his piggy bank,
I guess there are other boys
Who would take the shoes
You have now.
Ping, ping, ping,
Quarters hitting the counter
As he payed for shoes I didn't choose.
My friends can tell if the shoes are used
Or not, I looked up at my father.
You haven't even seen the shoes,
You've been nagging the whole time!
My whines could be heard round
The Westside, from the seat of the
Truck I imagined the ridicule,
The mean things they would say
And I would be parylyzed
From their words.
I put them on the next day.
My father would never have guessed
He chose used Jordan sneakers,
His wise natural character beyond
Such things, whose calming voice
Made the world rearrange to sense.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Notes, musical keys, rythmic changes-
A modification of the Word
Which purifies her soulfulness
And expresses clarities in the fog,
The hint of Dickinson in her words,
The scent of reality in her reflection,
The words become a path:
One wet summer I heard your words,
The vibrant sky breaths
And the sun became as embers
Of poetic sacrifice,
Through reading your poem
I became as a double being,
Movement began
A sudden dispersion of birds
Followed by the Humm of water
On stone,
Murmurs of infinite moments
Painting them all like some
Poet Saint,
The words became a lineage
To the unfathomable depths of you,
In the helix of hours
The beat of the sea and the stilled
Shimmers of light on water can be found
In the edification of her poetry;
Master strokes,
Like a naked liberation
Of a diamond body beyond
A turquoise sunset,
A co concubine of words
That form constellated meanings
Among the pnumbra,
Reminiscent of the March of hours
In which the words come
And a fixed glitter in her eyes form,
The form of woman,
A form of dizziness
Like a dance of wind and water,
I read between the words,
Vicki,
Vicki,
I imagine a lamp in the middle
Of the night,
A pen and a womans scorching
Words as God had spoken
The First Word,
Like a moon in heat in midday's
Grasp, she counters every word
Of expression
Like a cell for my tortured soul,
She became my solitary star,
I wander in her hours,
Hungry for more words,
A memory inventing itself,
Masterfully,
She makes the sky walk the land.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
I met her by chance
Standing in the middle of destiny
Governing all eyes who passed,
All who could not adress her.
The solitary star she was
With her own kind of light
That goes on fiery,
It runs from the night
And lends beauty to day,
Like the blaze of a dark Star,
Birth of a second life,
Ebony girl,
I rip myself from the serpent's tooth,
I awaken from a thousand days
Of forever and she brings
Me forth from oblivion,
I utter one word between my lips,
Ebony
The word of nocturnal beauty,
I wish to plant the seeds so
Loving, so caressing,
They grow inside her heart,
I bequeath it all,
Should it all be just a dream,
Running or flying,
She flanks the reality
And pours her own brand
Of living waters,
Ebony girl,
Your lightning sweet and tremendous,
You give my clouds wind,
Warm me and hold me
Closer to the fire
Of your chest.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I barely know your name,
I have seen your face,
A sorrowful divinity,
Delicate like the pain in your eyes,
Small, sweet, yet somehow broken,
The tranquil pain says so much.
Your hair drinks in the light,
And your hands hold a smooth
Grief that grows deep and kills,
Eventually you will see a poem
And wonder if you are like that,
If your beauty is calamitous,
If your rose petal smile
Cries with humble tears
When you look at distant stars,
Wether you see white doves
Of dark Ravens ,
Or even both in your sleepy heart,
You who hold the adoration
Of the blind man,
In love with shells,
You- beauty of the sorrows-
Have a sweet hole in your heart,
Love complete, body and soul,
I confess your picture is a spectre,
It exhausts my soul
And I open my arms,
Would you run to me?
Would you just half smile
And cry a tear for what will never be?
You have a divine thirst,
And your eyes carry a myriad
Of fluttering whispers,
Words that float to me,
The wrath of your being,
One day to find one another.....
The bitter heaviness of your name,
Angela....Angela...... Angela,
I whisper to broken air,
Your picture is a feast of beauty,
Yet I cannot hope for more
Than a haunted glare.
I sink myself into mortal grief,
The paralysis of you,
Angela....Angela....
You leap to life
When nothing is possible.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
Deep into consideration
I balance thought and option,
I wonder if the weight of the self
Crowned moment will get to me,
I rush, I sweat, I sit,
I wonder what Im gonna wipe with....
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
Your vision is stuck in my eyes:
The time you stared at me,
Waiting for me to cross our destinies,
As I crossed, nervous and anxious,
Your smile withered all doubt.
It's wild, you know,
The depths of those memories
I hold near me always.
And from the depths of my love
A taste of your lip gloss climbs
To my lips stilling my time,
I don't know what glimmers
In the kiss, but the fragrance
Stayed with me to this day.
I take you with me
Everywhere in peace or wild times,
In the memory it trickles
Unto the maddening day.
Your the same wild girl
Today as when I first brought
You to my side.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Should the sky fall,
That is to say that you feel a crisis,
Just saying,
Grab a star and put it in your
Pocket, hold on to your continent
As it drifts,
Drain the ocean to the deserts
And gather unprecedented cactus flowers.
Should sky fall
Learn the world as it all falls by,
I mean it's just a thought,
Take the time to shed copper tears
And rain the wounds over
The heights that fall,
How much would be left of a splintered
Moon, planets whizzing by,
And yet here you are still
In your pity!
Gather the energy
Among the falling birds,
The comets with animals scurrying
About claiming new territory,
See! They make the best of their
Sorrow!
Lower your sorrows,
I tell you now,
The song of your sad poetry,
The rumors of the Earth's demise,
Calm your skies,
If it is night, look up out the window,
Count the hopeful stars,
And - I'm just saying-
If they are falling,
Catch them!
Then all your wishes and hopes
Are finally coming true!
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I will die in the Westside
On some corner with a beer
In my hand, as if holding the lost
Scrolls of Atlantis.
I will die in the Westside-
And I won't be ashamed that
I am a drunken mess and my liver
Has swollen like my heart for
My dear neighborhood.
It will be a Tuesday,
I will go back and find myself
Within the aloness with all the Yesterdays
Behind me.
Dedpoet is dead. The world beats him,
Although he never fought back;
It beat him hard with a stick....
There will be witnesses,
Nameless and I will not know them,
Only the solitude, the grey, the cold roads.....
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
I assume that you never
Knew the pure love we had
For you,
Your tiny body could not take
The world so we imagine
You went straight to become an angel.
You did not take a breath
Of the air I still breathe as i waited
For your cries,
That made two of us because
I could not breathe as you never
Made a sound.
I assume that you loved your
Mother so much you could
Not bear to be apart from
Her,
That you left to watch over her
In spirit qnd essence,
That she still leaves flowers
For you shows me she misses
You .
Of all the things you will never see
I hope i have seen enough
To know that i tried to live
For you,
That of all the days and every
Night we never had,
That my pain still lives,
As well as my love,
That i will be with you one day
And you can show me
All that i do not know
Of the Heavens and glories.
Your light shines somewhere
Too bright for this world,
I know that when my eyes close
For the final time your
Light will guide me home.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
On the heart, which grows cold.
On the lips that dry as the air
Penetrates the softest kiss.
On the skin of a young woman,
Its frailty is the beauty of life
Which freezes in time.
On the magnificent glimmers
Of frozen mist on leaves,
December begins the grey.
The warmth of another holding
You and you holding them,
The glory of cold.
The miraculous cold which
Brings charitableness to homelessness
And gives hope on snowy days.
Cold like today
Which makes my hand write,
That makes me think warm things.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC