#newshit
Recently I've noticed
These easternly winds are blowin'
'N there ain't no use in holdin'
On no more... so let it go 'n
find that stoic piece of me
that finds peace in knowin'
The lowest poet on the totem
breeds off these heroics
The feast depends upon these moments
However brief at least I know
the beast in me won't go unnoticed
But until then... I guess it's famine
Rid my life of glitz 'n glam
'N all the hype that never happens
Get it right... the somber dampening
Of moods begins to shift gears...
So lift beers
And give cheers
To the silence of the evening
Blinding sirens creeping
Up the mile-high long ceilings
But liven up
I've said too much
Instead I'll lie here bleeding...
Alive and well,
Well, time will tell
I'll swell abrupt
I'm feeding...
Off all the wrongs
That made me right
This song...pause...(breathing)
Then proceeding, to the next verse
No chorus, just repeating
Of course there's an elephant in the room... and it's stampeding
A forceful tug of it's tusk to adjust
Its just a subtle shoulder shrug
Avoidance of annoyances
A poignant bliss so effortless..ly crafted off relentlessness
Overtired, restlessness
Just exists
The antithesis... is this the best it gets?
so rest assured
that lessons learned
from this existential messenger
may be best left unheard
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
I've spent too many hours trying tower my accomplishments
I stole this art, replaced my heart with everything that's opposite
reverse the hearse, this inner peace is quite a compliant
my yin and yang are but centerpieces upon a ledge
if they fall off, these elements will simply crush a head
solar optimist, a bi-polar writer with floppy-disk
decoded so you can't comprehend
no counter weight for this heavyweight of a mentalist
as I pick up the pen you can see that a flame was lit
since this is my movie, let's keep it groovy and toss the script
I can't wait to show the world what the **** monumental is!
this flow is brilliant to extravagant
I guess what I'm feeling is happiness?
no resilience happening?
Still, don't know who my pappy is
happy pieces of laughy taffy
enough motion from the potion
will have a girl callin me pappy quick
I stay railing like locomotives
the motive is, I'm to motived and focus with all this poetry
unleash my inner locust, then leap on to new pageantry
I'm well adapted like strangers blending into scenes
I gave her the wood in return we nurtured a tree
its double sided girl this **** isn't ever free
If you don't like the price
there's the door you can leave
but look
I know I don't have a car
but soon I will buy a Toyota
pick you up so you can sleepover
I have a super cobra that shots like a super soaker
whenever you're doing yoga
Hulu view for the two,
Youtube view interlude
Netflix an Chill for the mood
Tv on dimmest setting
an inner room lit like the moon
smoking **** watching views
give me snack like I'm scooby do
I just want to lay with you
I picked you out of the many few
from the ocean of this social media stew
girl, what would you like me to do?
November 22, 2016 / Tuesday 1:37 PM
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
The wanderer walks more then he talks fished in a *** of emotions asteroid
torn by the fact that time is a plant
of which can't be regrown when grown on a slant
oh surface what is my purpose?
why am I here? what am I after?
what is my fear?
Stuck in a haze
of being afraid of the future
I'm the wanderer of night
The walker of the shadows
my feet glide lightly beneath the
street & it's gravel
I'm peeping at the living
within the holes of their hollows
Wondering if there lives are a cycle
Go to sleep, Go to work,
Go where ever the light glows
Follow the crowd, be a part of the now
Your past actions will only be known as a noun, I've figured it out, I've opened the spout
The opportunities are endless there just flowing about
the waters of remembrance are very shallow, and impact must be heavy to make a splash
Do what you love, and your passions will truly last
Don't be stuck in the past, instead, thrive on what's here today
This message is retrospective
echoed in constant delay
As I walk deeper into the dark this is what I truly say....L...O...S...T
it's hard to stay on track when you've mentally lost perspective
When everything you've known turns unfamiliar within seconds
Is this good energy?
or the spread of an infection?
I need a tower of fortune cookies
to hold my lessons
For when that tower crashes
it will crumble into a message
Do I search for more? or do I stay inside the common section?
I'm searching for the uncommon and people of rarity
Who can explain the emotions
of human irregularity?
Will I sustain my vision of singularity
art crafted in loops
repetition brings recognition to patterns covered from clarity
This is just a turn of the leaf
roots of the past years die off
they become obsolete, as we drift deeper into forms of technology, we suddenly find people in the form of anomalies
Look outside your window and standing there I will be, a stranger in the night
Peeping through windows for company
Only searching for answers that all of us seem to seek
Who will I be today and the following week
Who will I meet today that will change who I want to be
These are thoughts of the wanderer waking amount the streets
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
I think that you and I have always met.
Wherever there's a world big enough for two people to get lost.
And wherever the lost lay their heads down too low to see.
Right when we both get tired of the pain filling the lamps in our eyes.
But right before the bags start blowing in the wind
or the dust dances in the corners,
Or the blade hits bone.
I think that I always hear you first.
And your voice is a bagpipe war cry.
And the hand on the top of my head is removed all at once.
And I break the plane of the ice water fast.
And as we rise we lock eyes.
And we smile.
And our smiles explode open to syphon as much life as we can inside.
And we pour our pain into each others lamps.
And our lips will light the wicks.
And we dive back down.
And this time we choose the floor.
The coral bouquets.
The hotbeds.
The shipwrecks.
We are the bright lights moving in the dark now.
We are the ones we were afraid of.
And we are not together.
But we don't get lost so easy anymore.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC