#lasvegas
Sun is setting but this time of year it stays hot through the night
So skip your bed and come with me
Let's explore let's ignore responsibility
Whole worlds counting on us simultaneously not giving a ****
Sun is ******* coming up making us spend that buck
I can't tell you what the future holds but I know
We'll be solid floating through life as we know it
The chosen ones we can no longer ignore it
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC
She wanders the lost streets of her city
She was looking for the shining lights of Las Vegas
But this streets here a gritty
The City that is for its casinos famous
She went through hell
Just to visit Las Vegas and its lights
She loved the city's spell
The sound of the slot machines in the nights
And at next morning she tells with a fragile voice
I was in Las Vegas, the city of lights, yes I was there
I was at the place of my choice
She said she loved the flair
But actually she wanders through her lost youth
She wanders through a fake reality
But she didn't wanted to know the truth
She lived her live in duality
But the day came, where she didn't came back from her trip
She had never luck at the slot machines in Las Vegas
In her hand her last chip
To everyone she was nobody, to us she was famous
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 6:48 AM UTC
Stuck on the actual prime meridian
where gambling and grown up shenanigans
are viewed all *****
hurting society, though I could legally go to the drain on my street
and drop a thousand twenty pees in it
nae bother
our equivalent bet
as high rollers we are surely not
I miss you Vegas
with your daft anti-reality cushions,
the strip with no history or heritage
necessarily
but with goofy drunken dreams brimming alive
and I know vice, bad, horror, addiction yadda yadda
I miss you Vegas
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC
Show me once again
Your charm
Your moonlit madness
Drunk underneath
An October sky
Show me that parade
Of smiles
Your indulgence dancing
In Heaven or Las Vegas
Show me the self
You hide at dawn
Those night crawling eyes
That reflect only lunacy
Show me the lies
You celebrate
That jazz energy you loved
In Heaven or Las Vegas
In Heaven or Las Vegas
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
Roy Horn always favored big cats.
He put them in all of his acts.
But then Manticore,
who thought Roy was a bore,
said “Enough” and then Roy was just snacks.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's saying my name a **** from the raider nation
Under the sun rays of sin city waste land
We could've been made but u had me pacing
Im taking all fades like the time Im facing
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's playing them spade's Trump in hand never changing
She's looking away but I had her craving
Pmoney my game and I'm never waiting
Could've made you my main but I'm always taken
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
Hated the fame but the money raked in.
They called u insane throughout your training
They put you in chains until your breaking
Now your stuck in those reins steered by satan
Tell me in ways of desperation
Could've been my brain that's always tainted
The look of shame on his face was painted
Dead I remain cause Im always hated
Was it the pain you retained that keeped u naked
Tell me in ways of desperation
Moments are stainded missery created
Your leaving me to blame and my life was slowly shaded
Were you feeling the same as we became separated
These clouds will rain as our love was faded
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Sandra works the slots all day
Smoking cigarettes; taking free drinks
Feeding the bandits instead of her soul…
Knowing it's daylight, somewhere!
Ken throws craps; blackens the Jack
Winks sickly at the cocktail waitress
Imagines doing things way past his prime…
Knowing it's nighttime, somewhere!
Passing hours like their years
Bathed in sticky syrup distraction
Dismount stool, lurch; pin-prick pupils
They meet at the buffet; tepid, bland
As their vacation; their marriage
Mid-life shape shifting sand!
© pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – All rights reserved
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
The underbelly of our collective psyche,
has been cut open from the gut and gun pokin’,
now the sadness runs rampant,
in the flooded streets of these American dreams,
see in this scene things aren’t always what they seem,
especially when viewed on a screen that’s green,
she says her father doesn’t bother to call her,
says he lives in Vegas where he lost his job,
just another unemployed American off the assembly line,
now he takes care of his mom who’s lost her mind,
gone senile from years of denial that her son is an alcoholic *********
meanwhile resistance is still futile,
and this son of this mom is the father of the girl I’m with now,
as we lay in bed talking about trivial things instead,
of what really matters which is what we’re doing with this life,
just passing time until we’re all dead I guess,
feeling like an abstract painting of American Commentary,
a dissenting dissertation of this perverse dystopia,
don’t mention most things that are worth mentioning,
which is part of the problem that keeps repeating in amounts that’re copious,
and I’d continue with these verses and get more in depth,
but I’m being rude to the nervous girl in my bed,
so I better get off this laptop and back to that jackpot,
or rather Jill *** whatever that means I’d rather be misunderstood instead,
and that’s why I don’t mind if they don’t understand what I said,
or rather don’t understand the words that I wrote when they’re read,
because,
the underbelly of our collective psyche,
has been cut open from the gut pokin’,
now the sadness runs rampant,
in the flooded streets of this American dream,
see in this scene things aren’t always what they seem,
especially when viewed on a screen that’s green…
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
33 guns
thousands of bullets rain
58 fall
thousands of bullets fly
500 more wounded
thousands of bullets spent,
one man,
thousands of bullets.
Guns roll out,
family treasures, sport, food, keepsakes
Power and destruction,
life and death.
Thousands of guns out,
now people are out.
Hundreds have fallen:
schools, theaters, clubs, concerts,
malls, stadiums, streets– but don’t take away our rights…
Thousands of bullets, stinging farewell kisses
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Dreading Sunday --
and the blurry Monday after
hit for hit
and blow by blow
one, two punch
of a broken, shattered world
I dread Sunday
and though I be not superstitious
I can't help feeling
the notion of things in threes
murders
fires
fill in the blank
what will Sunday bring
I dare not think
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Thieves in the night
Playing with copyright
Poisoned pens
Vultures in the den
In the Palace of hypocrites
Tea served at ten
If only the winds of the sea
And the rains of the sky
In a massive hurricane
Could sweep the Palace on by
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families
this is absolutely appropriate
but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed
I wish very much
that the nation
AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
sometimes
my heart aches for this world.
and sometimes at night,
i can't stop my tears
from leaving warm trails
and soaking the pillow case below.
it's not that i'm surprised, no.
but it's that
the pain and grief
that others are feeling
don't just roll off my heart
as easily as i thought they would.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
Only the dead tell the truth
But their mouths are silenced
We accuse our brothers of sin
Are Christ’s words spoken here?
But I don’t believe that
I was born again last night
You made me see the light
I know he will forgive me
I don’t walk around as much
But I still make eye contact
I want to know who you are
I want it to be love and not fear
But it’s so hard to believe
I saw faces on the pavement
Too late for earthly sacrament
Yet from blindness they now see
I want you near my grave when I go
I thought about being scattered about
Maybe memories are better as stars
I’ll let the sun draw your shadow near
But is it late for you to believe?
I’m dedicating my soul to you
Carved stone words are true
My ashes won’t be lost at sea
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
this world is
falling apart
terror is
everywhere
natural disasters
striking every other
day it seems like
kids bringing guns
to school where they
are supposed to learn
old men shooting up
music festivals leaving
50 dead and 500 wounded
police killing innocent
black lives who are
doing nothing but
living their lives
im so sick of it
this is not my world
trump is not my president
this is not the world
im going to raise my
unborn children in
i refuse to live in
a world where
terror is everywhere
i just want to feel
safe without having
to worry about if
im going to
survive another day
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
The color of Vegas
Is the gradient of a fading sunset
The color of Vegas
Is neon signs and crackling smiles
The color of Vegas
Is grey smoke and three golden sevens
The color of Vegas
Is overpriced steak and wet sand
Today
The color of Vegas
Is broken teeth
And
Grasping at a lover’s sleeve
And
Tears stained red
And
Flashes of blinding sound
And
Terror and screams
Today
The color of Vegas
Is splashing in the streets
The color of Vegas
Is the color of you and me
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
I remember that maroon shirt
A size too large so it hung like a sack
Over my twiggy, seven year old limbs
It was rough and scratchy against my belly
I absolutely hated the color
I was one for turquoise and scarlet and sparkles
This was a cloth of rusty mud, it was purple gone terribly wrong
Of course I protested
Whining at my mother like a cub at her lioness
Why should I have to wear this ugly thing
That you brought yesterday for no reason at all
And then you said there was a reason
In that quiet, somber way you get when you homilize to me
That tone that makes me scared enough to flatten my unruly hair
It was the first time I heard the words
Mass Shooting
But it was far from the last
I went to school that day
I tried to tell the others
Some had heard a snippet or two from mom and dad
Before being sent out of the room
But most just looked at me like I had a third eyeball in my head
They shrugged it off and went back to foursquare
They never gave a **** about the news if it wasn't Charlie Brown
And they never really talked to me more than they needed to
The grownups hurried us all along
Avoiding all mention
Of Virginia Tech
And they would nod and turn away when I told them
How was I to know that they didn't have any answers either
I sat on the swingset
The cyan dome that seemed so familiar in its vast vacancy
Was now so empty and abandoning
The bark chips were suddenly silent
In juxtaposition to my mind
I mouthed out the words
A feeling in my mouth like a jawbreaker too large to fit it but crammed in anyways
I didn't have the words for it then
How could someone do that?
How could someone just walk up
With a special stick and some bullets
And end twenty six lives
Like they were swatting at flies
And how could everyone
Be so calm and carefree
When so much harm had come
When so much blood ran
Turning to a rust color in my mind
Like that god-awful shirt
The day was done
I threw the shirt in a bottom drawer
I never wore a maroon thing again until I was thirteen
I felt glad to be rid of that jawbreaker
And the strange feelings in my gut and neck
But it was not over
None of us were rid of it
Aurora
Sandy Hook
Breaking News: Mass Shooting
San Bernardino
Pulse
Breaking News: Mass Shooting
*Guys, one of our competitor's teamates was killed
It was a murder-suicide by his father on him and his mother
So please be considerate*
Good God, how many has it been
When did it begin
What should we do
And how did I get so numb
To my semiannual jawbreaker moments
But all I hear is
Who do we blame?
The foreign ones?
Let's blockade them
Because it's not like we were ever that way
Maybe the ones with ****** up minds?
Yeah, they're the violent ones
It cuts me deeper than any work of my own blades
But god and the NRA forbid
That we have shootings
Because we have the means to
That we have a radicals in the U.S.
And they only came from us
But when has policy ever made sense?
All I know is
That we can't keep going numb
To the jawbreakers in our mouths
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
music festivals are supposed to be fun
they are supposed to be a music filled event
but instead
a horrible terrifying event
gun shots fired every second
people running for their lives
blood everywhere
screams can be heard
from miles away
this was supposed to
be about the music
praying for you Las Vegas
my heart is with you at this time
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
Ever been to a trade show?
where they take to you Las Vegas
they sell and ply, propagandatize
in the smoky conference room, bodegas
You'll get your trinkets upon check-in
a coffee mug, perhaps, an attache
the squeezy thing, they say is bling
squished at midnight in the hotel bar
in drunken disarray
Try to stay awake
through the technical panoply
waving at contacts, give and take
a sleepy repartee
Staying up too late
she wouldn't let you sleep
using all, here, there and everywhere
sore and wore, in morning's flair
falling into her, so deep
Just remember on the plane
as you reminisce and pine
big O *** a short simple jaunt
leaving Las Vegas, far behind
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
I'm as cold as Alaska, Can't seem to warm up like Texas , If I go to Las Vegas I would lose and go to Kansas !
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
Tonight we're having a big feast
in the great city of sin
I'm about to unleash the beast
Let this party for players begin
The soft, green cloth beneath my fingers
The shiny deck of cards
The joy when the dealer bust still lingers
Wont you please send my regards
The tingling inside when the Ace says hello
The kick when the King joins in
The Queen is also welcome to the show
And the Jack can bring his twin
Race doesn't matter at this gathering
Both blacks and reds look swell
When diamonds and spades are scattering
You can invite hearts and clubs aswell
The bets are getting higher and higher
My wallet is getting thin
I hardly ever get what I desire
Cause the house will always win
At first I thought I had control
But suddenly I was unstable
I had lost my entire bank roll
At the end of the Black Jack table
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
Vegas Baby
Eating sushi,
in the center at the top of the pyramid,
this is The Life,
point blank period.
Hamachi Ahi,
uni unagi,
we eat everything,
up to the last big fish in all the seven seas,
seven seas seven sins,
at the table gamblin’,
wash it all down with all green everything,
green dollars green eyes,
green grass green tea,
from poor to rich tables turn lights switch look how the pendulum swings.
Eating sushi,
in the center at the top of the pyramid,
this is The Life,
point blank period.
Built on the backs,
of high hopes and low self esteems,
where every game is fixed,
and sits upon a million broken dreams,
see I’ve seen,
a man lose everything due to his greeds,
in his passionate pursuit to procure his wants,
he lost all of his necessary needs,
see,
this is Vegas Baby,
where bad things seem good,
and good things seem shady,
though luckily,
I’ve mastered the art of the sin,
so I rarely play,
and when I do play I play to win,
loaded dice cards up my sleeve,
I know the dealer and I paid off the magician,
for I am one of those,
who made it to the top of the pyramid,
so now I sit in a penthouse suite with a sweet freak in my sheets at the Luxor,
I told you before this is The Life point blank period.
Eating sushi,
in the center at the top of the pyramid,
this is The Life,
point blank period.
As I soak,
my bruised bones and my blood diamonds,
in a bubble bath of passionfruit and guava,
this is no joke I exude The Good Life without even tryin’,
my karma mixed with my commas brought me to nirvana,
no Kurt Cobain,
just hurt and pain,
mixed up with this money made my a monster,
no Meek Mills,
or weak wills,
just this student from the School of Hard Knocks that graduated with honors,
some how,
so now,
I’m swimmin’ in endorphins with a princess no tiara,
no tomorrow,
no time to borrow,
and I Bet we’re gonna make Love *** Magic no Future or Ciara,
that’s a pop reference,
if you didn’t get it yet,
Future Ciara I Bet,
Love *** Magic trick,
or treat,
see,
there’s tons of puns and subliminal messages,
in almost ever line I write,
sometimes the sublime subliminals are so subtle,
that I don’t even catch them they escape no alibi,
copy cat killers,
can imitate but never copyright,
they’re just imitation fillers,
while my literature stays genuine,
all illegitimate posers attempts at insight,
pale in comparison to my legitimate ledgers of time,
I’m,
often imitated,
but never duplicated,
I’m,
the Word of God,
plus what Satan said this,
is,
the balance of extremes,
forearms tattooed with pitchforks,
back tatted with angel wings,
this is what happens,
when fashion meets passion,
this is a combination of everything and everything,
this is it that is all,
I am infinitely everything,
and I meditate on all of this,
right here at this restaurant as they stare,
an American dream living legend,
awake in a never-ending nefarious nightmare.
Eating sushi,
in the center at the top of the pyramid,
I told you this is The Life,
point blank period… ∆
Aaron L∆ Lux
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC