#gripped
In seeing it all shrink about
My soul speaks mountains from a needle
For all the pointless pale attempts to wash out human pupils...
My glow is sealed with humble healers,
Ones who won’t get lost or wheel this
Realness in any kind of form/mess
A million messages sung, secret.
I can’t tread sand that hides,
Pretend I understand the croaking lullaby
Believe that we work for fun and always die...
When work is wild and worthy with time
I can’t sign, or stay silent,
With stars around me pulling brightness
Awkward -
Stay gripped by the kiss
Of wide window spirits...
Woken, can’t make a liquid stiff -
Stay outcast where the open love is.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
*homeless, nameless, tragicomic living past the place where scavenging doesn’t last.
ready supply of wretchedness unlimited, shopping cart full of your discards skimmed.
no more we say evil Oh God, words over exercised, gone, excised, fk-you-exorcised.
lost the remaining of the last promise gripped, the losses are ice in July, fixed.
my suburban brain, burned, the volunteer firemen failed to care, appear.
put my past you, you, exhibited the lesser lesson, the faun ceased dancing.
my cunning can’t be higher’d nor hired, arm won’t raise/rise
over the head.
where the bloodlines went, just veins who purposely are now deafened, dumb, silenced.
no depth, no plumb line necessary, for measuring the zero deep, the last imperfect pairing.
ditched the muse, the witch ***** who offers tantalizing sweets, poison spoiled.
the next SUV I see, won’t see me*
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
love gripped light
~ for r, sleuth of life ~
you sleep with a metal detector,
unearthing dreamed artifacts,
that messenger many fates of many young,
belongings of dead men living again
and
of a living solitary man, a vision of him, envisioning,
dancing on a property line dividing
immortality dreams
and finality schemes
dead men living,
these different men, haunting and roaring, sighing pointlessly,
speaking to you alone, pithy commentaries, they, predecessor poets,
someone’s ancestors inhabiting a soil world familiar, awaiting we too
you whip yourself over life’s lost campaigns,
where strategy proved insufficient,
lost to men and materiel superior in numbers,
the hearts that were captured, imprisoned, stolen,
and worst, lost by grievous bad judgement human weak,
your dreams are you own artifacts, recovered
long after the battle smoke clears, you remain,
questioning not the how, where or when, only
was it worth it? and so sadly,
you answer yes.
you keep a record of your poems, losses,
each battlefield has no victors, only losses,
each poemfield has no victors, only losses,
it tires you so, to be guardian, the promise keeper,
you asked for burdens, you got just desserts awarded,
you share some, the ones under the pillow,
gripped lightly and tightly, simultaneously
with long distance lovers of your soul,
those you barely know, until met in red soil someday,
what matters it, they ken a kinship bond, and
love you oh so lightly
and they are
gripping you so lightly/tightly with the lightness/tightness
of words,
two book bound souls.
one shared spine...
2/10/20
100 Centre St.
NY Criminal Court
1:38
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
You were falling
So I stretched out my porcelain hand
But you were scared
And you gripped it too hard
Now it’s broken
And so are you
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Hood talk
Clip Bark
The Devil Taunt
Leave Some Good Men
Distraught
Hanging With Some bullets in there
notch
Ohh
Hood Hustle
******* wanna cuddle
Till you got no money
to rebuttal
Sell a *** for drow
Make her trick for Gold
leave the ***** a poem
call it
The Hood-Gift
They are the Kings
Roaming the land like Rome
Conquering as they sing
until they meet MJO
Oh
That loud noise in the face of danger
Well,
that is the herb,
illuminated
smoking heat
filled space,
racing, striding with confidence, they are angry.
Hold back and observe
how minds are dazed
hurt, fire spit, lions roar
mouths drop to the dirt,
going through the floor
That mind stable
stumble,babble,humbled...
track of that unfabled,
notorious like the b.
Immaculate
Gifted
Glory speaking of the Holy
seeking the warrior
writing down
death foretold
Listen
Listen
As bullets
get dodged
in the mission
The Devil talks
devil talks
but cannot walk....
With I
For I
Am with God
for
God is with me......
Us... God, I trust.
XxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxx
Hood talks
***** walks
Does she think I can get taunted?
By the unwanted
LUST
Warrant spent
the demented kid
dependent on abstract adolescence visions
with no spirit to grab the woven sands
of the cloth made from time
Attention:
Attention:
Attention:
I nearly lost my mind
no pretentious joke,
no...
No, no
No
Time to
Hide from my mind
as it collides with eroding slime, grime, goo
Deep...
As I..
As I....
Seep...
Fell in the tar pit
that was nearly lit
The heat...
Burning
Blazing, blazing...
the gas-fueled
the fire and my
de
sires
a blazing,
a fire
was lit
cccCCCcccCCCCccCCCccCCCCcCCCCcCCCCCc
lift this
used a quick fix
of some mushrooms
I fell into the....
that...
soup
which
were
was,
is
melted in the ***
seen by a few chosen eyes
the stew filled with
the residue of sin....
has been
will be
has
taken hold of men....
Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell
without being stuck with a demon yourself
Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell
without being torn up
nearly killing oneself
It is hard climbing out of hell
without a doubt,
without a doubt,
without doubt
Heaven does exist
thoughts can be saved,
solved,
paved
Learning
enslavement
is tangled
into how we are made,
what are you
a slave to today,
stuck,
giving all of you that time...
money, jobs, games, tv have all chained my mind.
Well Shucks!
Sorry, again
finding
my minds eye
Looking into the sky
of the 7 suns,
collaborated
with the essence of sweet purp
I puff
Miracles
patterns
live
as an Angel,
a mad hatter
tonic
sipping
loud gripping
friend getting hit
&
Disaster strikes
at flashes of light
But one
survives
the fight
and in it
is glorified.
don't bow.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Wish I had the taste of you on my lips..
The sound of your voice whispering in my ear...
To feel your firm hands grab me greedily
To feel you hungrily, lavishly bite me
To hear you tell me that I am all yours and yours only, forever and ever
To make me tell you I belong to you
Me already Knowing it to be true
As you embrace me tighter
To watch your face as you take what is yours to keep
And be lost with you
For hours upon hours-
Just A dream ..
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
My hand and gripped hair
The threats?
"I CAN rip you out, I just CHOOSE not to."
Is is fear, despair, madness, loathe?
The answer is empty of meaning.
What is known would be ignored,
as all said seems true,
but fake.
Boundlessly vain.
silly,
worthless;
doubtful.
What am I looking for in this effort?
I know.
I see.
I hear.
I believe.
One thought twigs into another.
I even wonder if the ocean can breathe.
Breathe life into me.
Aliens don't exist,
but nightmares and demons do?
A problem,
unwanted.
A result,
unwanted.
An answer,
only a lie,
....
unwanted, unwanted, oh so unwanted.
I scream inside,
and every inner glass is shattered.
I yell,
"Notice of Insanity Uprising!"
They yell back,
"That's Life."
Upon those words I numb my mind,
I release my grip.
I let go of everything.
MY face: gone
MY body: gone
MY hope: gone gone gone
Anything and everything that was me leaves,
and my body becomes a cadaver.
Drifting side to side,
in and out.
It's more calm now though.
My mind is no longer driving me crazy.
For we have reached our destination.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC