#don
God will return when there's nothing new to see anymore
Right when you're about to dissolve into "all knowing" hubris
You shunned all experiences you couldn't mindlessly scroll through
So the mission to enrich part of the universal with unique temporality
has ended
Both God and man incapable of judging this as good or bad
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:03 AM UTC
#*
As it dawned upon them
It was their final chance
To dance through the night
And they danced
Donning the colours
Of the new dawn
As it was
The final countdown
To forevermore
For the words to forge
The unwritten
The written, Unforged*#
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 9:36 AM UTC
"Mike, I need a cure--
"Everyone says Clorox works..."
"Sir, you try it first."
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
I almost lost myself to the petty traumatic battle of the boundless infinity.
I almost surrender to the battle array of the mind game.
Oh how often the game turns against the owner, in the arena of petty distractions.
I was loosing myself.
I'm a poet..
It lives in me...
I write not because i am sad but because i'm inspired.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
DON RICKLES HAS PASSED AWAY
A MAGICAL COMEDIAN OF NOTE
HIS ABILITY TO MAKE YOU LAUGH
ROASTING WAS ALL HE WROTE
FOR 90 YEARS HIS COMIC ABILITY
KEPT US LAUGHING OUT LOUD
ALL THE COMICS OF THE WORLD
WHO KNEW HIM WERE VERY PROUD
TO ROAST A TOAST TO OTHER
CELEBRITIES THIS IS WHAT HE KNEW
HE WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS
A COMIC A PROFESSIONAL OF A FEW
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
there's a mafia don
operating on the verse's patch
if anyone ticks him off
the eraser does a fast dispatch
you'll be completely rubbed out
with an instantaneous flick
by his quick 48 revolver's
rapid fire trigger click
the Sicilian mobster
is a regular Al Capone
*clearing they who ******
at his most tactile bone
Luigi strikes fear on
issuing a list of target dots
which so irritate him in
the imprecise spots
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant in high school
You better stay with her
You better financially support the life you concepted
Because you made the decision
To do the act
Its your choice to counteract your mistake
By being the man that doesn't flake
Trust me, that poor girl will be going through a world of hell to take care of that child
Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant
I want you to learn and have your head held up high and be ad loyal as you can be
I didn't raise a quitter
I raised a man that will be the difference to a young woman, even during the most hectic times.
I will be upset, but I will take the child as my own
Make sure you fight for her when people judge her falsely
Because were all human and we make mistakes
But this new life could be the imperative change for this planet
I want your goals to come alive as you plan it
Hold onto her
Hold onto your dreams
Hold onto hers.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Embrace me in the rays
Of your dying warmth
Make me disappear
The sadness I've donned.
Take me away
Up in the sky with you
Make me kiss the sunlight
Let me taste it anew.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
I know I’m not always perfect.
I do wish I was worth it.
You told me every day,
that you loved me more.
I tried to argue mostly,
but now we’re both alone.
trying to find someone
that we can grow with closely.
this is way too hard for me,
knowing I’m the one who left
all of our good memories
in the dust.
every time we say we were so
In Love…
I just don’t really see
how you could have really been
in love with me.
the pictures of mine are gone
they were erased with the touch
of my shaking thumb
those were all my memories.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Lance in hand to seek the land
Where he may do some good.
Lost his mind, but fate divined
He'd meet the life he should.
Horse at foot he rides to put
His lance in giant's hearts
But no one's said that they're all dead
They leave him from the start.
It's oft' like this for those dismissed
From societal norms or wishes
We lead them on and watch them don
The spear that's not for fishes.
Perhaps we should try to do good
Like the madman we egg on
For though good books bring laughs and looks
There's a sad tale with each Don.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
He sits alone
A boy with a soft and quiet tone
Groups of people hurdle by
But not this boy, who lets out a silent cry
He is a bit of a loner
Always walks as if he is hiding a *****
Adolescent ****** hair
That's tattered and ware
Lays upon his face
Swaying with grace
He wants to be home
Watching **** on Google Chrome
But he cannot until three
When he runs home with glee
But for now he is stuck
As a pigeon in truck
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
It was not love that struck me first.
Before anything else,
it was an arrogance that
overwhelmed my senses,
so I held my nose
to keep out the stench and
went on my way.
I ignored you and
let you exist in your
perfect little multilingual corner,
thinking it too put together and
not for me at all. It was
dull and silent and
no one could dance there.
Then, one morning,
while a foreign language
spoke in jazz in my head,
you expressed the complexity,
the utter chaos of
one molecule slipping into another
and weaving the majestic
world of science that
baffles and amazes
even the brightest of minds.
You opened your mouth
and love hit me harder
than ever before as I realized that
you,
just like me,
wanted to figure out
the math of the world and
solve the equation.
How could that not ensnare me
in an awful trap of trying
to not only calculate the world,
but to also dissect you and
determine what you are made of
and what fuels you?
After that,
you became a rush of Golden Years1,
a reminder that,
“dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today
to get through this thing
we call life”2,
an extraordinary personification
of old time rock ‘n roll3,
and an interpretation
of the love that stays
even when summer is over4.
The music danced through my veins
like never before because you
were all of those things
and more!
Anyone could ask me about you,
(Oh, dear, what is he really like?),
and I would just sing for them
and hope they understood.
How could they not?
If they really listened
to all of those lyrics and really
let the notes slip across their skin
and sink into their pores,
they could know you.
But melodies change.
Without warning,
I am held back
by your
darkness,
not because you
inflict it upon me,
but because
you shelter me from it.
You want to
save my light,
so you refuse to
let me see inside,
afraid to lose it,
afraid the demons
will take it away5.
That is the melancholy tune
that changed
your definition
in my dictionary.
You are the lesson of betrayal.
A bittersweet song
which reminds us all to realize
your savior can also be
your captor
and executioner6.
That is a lesson
you learned the hard way,
though you never really say how.
You hide it beneath
the rhyme and reason
that is senseless poetry.
Not to be repetitive,
but you are music
only I can hear.
The genre is always changing,
but you are always demanding
space in my ears, a clamor
of so much to dance to
with wild abandon.
The endless noise often hurts,
often makes me curl up in a ball,
begging for silence.
But, when it unifies...
when it slows down...
when it decides what to be,
even if only for a few seconds,
you are the
most beautiful thing
in the world to me.
Those are the moments
when you are one song
and I can see you
for just a second
before all the others
demand attention and
obscure the real music that
follows the beat of your heart.
This is when I am head over heels
and I have to beg you not
“to take my heart,
don’t break my heart,
don’t, don’t,
don’t throw it away.”7
How incredible
you really and truly are.
You are a soundtrack and
you come in different volumes.
I swear I want nothing else
from you than to just listen,
slip on my headphones
and submerge in the
raucous of sound and composition
that is you.
I can’t always see you,
but I can always hear you,
and I will listen
until the day you turn it off,
the day when silence ensues and
you are
nothing
but the shell a great ballad
will refer to
as a
cause
to
smile.8
1. “Golden Years” by David Bowie
2. “Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince
3. “Old Time Rock ‘n Roll” by Bob Seger
4. “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley
5. “Demons” by Imagine Dragons
6. “Miss Missing You” by Fall Out Boy (Specifically, the line: “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger.”)
7. “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears
8. “American Pie” by Don McLean
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC