#pup
I remember your hands.
They are strong and gentle!
I remember your eyes.
They're incredibly deep!
I remember your lips.
They're so mint and sinner!
I remember your voice.
It's the passion indeed!
I remember all:
As I was without you,
Alone as a pup,
Thrown into a ditch.
Weltered in life,
Ruined disgusting.
I was forgotten,
Dusted and *******
I remember you.
You looked afar,
Past me at all,
As if an unknown.
You were so scared.
You chickened out,
You disappeared.
I'm now a stone.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
baby Kiba...
lyricked Buckethead's melodies
now his own sings!
midst moon's blue eyed mist,
prized offering ossuary praised
head marbles, must play!
hear marvels, most ploy!
grow low growl
full moon flow
how wolves howl
night B day,
best friend, mans', worst fiend
day B night,
tree top trick
lobo pup limbo
like gulp lick
bold lackeys KFC lad(d)ies blood
from goblet bucket form,
foul drinks, still eager!
fool drains, seton eased!
the Buckethead effect...
the dog, as his pet
a bucketbot!
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:24 PM UTC
What joy:
To hold
The world
In your arms -
Alive and warm
And soft
And breathing
Chest rising
And falling
Yet rising again
Always rising,
Like the golden
Dawn, consistent,
Always bright.
Always beautiful.
Somehow,
In my arms
Against the odds
I'm holding light.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Your arrival was magical to me.
You never said much, or listened too well.
Some days you would wander into my room, just to lay near my bed.
Plopping down onto the ground, quietly laying still.
Somehow your silly visits made me smile, every single time.
Everyday, exactly at 5, you would come into my room and whine.
Out of everyone's room you always chose mine, because I was so easily convinced.
You just wagged your tail and I knew, you wanted some **** food.
I think of your puppy dog eyes, guilting me into yet another treat.
You are my best friend and best dog; you always will be.
I have loved you so much.
You have changed, gotten old, age has finally caught up with us.
Your fur is patchy and grey, your eyes wander and gaze.
I know I don't have much longer, I feel the day drawing near.
This is not fair, I do not want you to go.
I have lost so much already.
Please.
Muddy.
Please don't leave me with another empty space.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
It started off with some blues,
coz every panting night’s gotta start somewhere.
She took him by the hand and dragged his lanky limbs past the pub,
in the back alleys she read him poisonous poetry until they were both drooling.
She wrapped him up tightly in her furs,
he stopped breathing.
He was hers.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
not a day goes by
shenanigans don't see her
in some kind of trouble
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
Ever got up early in the morning
To stare at the beauty of sunrise
Ever stayed up all night
To gaze at the million shining stars
Ever spent a whole hour in the park
Talking to a complete stranger
Ever planted flowers on a place
You never intend to visit again
Ever fed cookies to the stray pups
And got your hands licked by them
Ever read a book so good
That it changed your entire world
Ever walked on wet grass
As the tiny dew drops tickled your feet
Ever shared your lunch with a hungry child
To see his smile reflected in your eyes
Ever loved someone so much
That it broke you apart when he went away
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
So is my dog god
as I have ordained
or am I a madman,
absolutely insane?
His birth name is Domino
he picked it himself...
a black and white pit
pup he jumped
on a shelf and
down came the bones
that anointed him so.
Domino Dominus
both names mean
God,
but to me he's
a best friend and
sometimes my dog.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
in shade a pup sleeps,
sun's creeping hands disturb;
still in sleep he yelps!
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
I sang to you, my son, until I ran out of breath
And sang to you again as I gave you to death.
I've been stuck in house arrest
Because I've given you to death.
I declare my degree in your grief
But I sing to you...
"I-I-I have never lo-o-oved someone,
the wa-ay I love you-u-u"
A lament for your bending brain descent
With energy so pure, unsure and in the moment
With disorient movement on legs bent
Or were they wings?
It was hard to tell on the descent.
Yet, something eternal was created
At your birth and at your death
Your heart was too big for your chest
We wept together over it,
Over your death,
As there was no preparation for the separation
Your rotation of cognation
Gives formation to an ideation if...
You... You ever were
Or I... I ever was?
Disposessed words in the world we'd imagined
Obtained and ingrained love in our intestines
Our black will eventually turn to grey
The grey will one day go away
Just as blood dries and becomes sparks
It parks inside eyes to become stars
And the love we lasted long enough to receive
Becomes songs in energy I sing
From my throat
From my hand to your coat, I bathe you
I soak you with my love... a baptismal
... like never before and ...
As you drown under, you wonder
If you... You ever were
Or I... I ever was.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
I found him
Amidst of ignorance
And murmur
"Oh my god", one said.
My heart trampled when I saw him
I was broken...
Left behind on a big mess,
Ignorants entangled with their egos,
A creature,
A small creature
Pure
Innocent
Alone
And wounded...
He was terrified
I looked in his eyes,
"Could you please help me?"
"I am all alone."
I saw the gleams
The lonely gleams...
The same as mine...
I tucked him on my temple,
Wounded and alone,
We went to the clinic
A white, man made blocks
It was not a mere ********
It was the savior of us.
I lie him on the table,
A silvery, metal table.
Someone tall in white appeared
A kind tone of him said,
"What has happened?"
And there, I put my story
A heartbreaking story masked by my cheery tone.
He is a big boy now
A big yet young golden haired pup
Joyful, kind, and warm creature
Lucky,
As my second self told me
I named him.
Loneliness bound us
To get through this harsh plane
Kindness is what he taught me
Everyday, in every life...
In kindness and loneliness we bound,
I miss you buddy...
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
I hear your heavy breath as you lie next to me. You struggled not for the first time to get on the bed, which you know is by invitation only. In out, in out. The pattern is soothing yet it troubles me that your golden muzzle is turning silver. Snoring now, I smile as you fall deeper and deeper into puppy dreamland. Where do you go on these journeys? Back to playful puppyhood? Chasing the wind, nipping at wafting dandelion seeds? Am I with you in that moment? Throwing a stick for you, or rolling alongside you in the waving grass? You are a true and loyal friend. Our time is now, in the moment, and for every moment after. Even if I have to lift you onto the bed, which you know is by invitation only.
Come on up old pup.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
a young fox nestled
beneath its mother's red tail
sleeps soundly once more
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Go ahead and drink your hateraid
There is not one **** to be gave
All the hateful things you thought was said
Was only the voices in your head
You turn every word upside down
As a victim you want to be crowned
But we are the victim of your thoughts
In your mind it all gets tossed
The helping hand that we extend
Gets lost as your minds bends
Everything ment for good into black
Till the bridge is in flames, no going back
As you scream out your sarcasm
It only makes to widen the chasm
Then you cry "I have no friends"
You play the victim to the end
So burn your bridges, blow them up
Just don't come yapping at me like a little pup
Maybe one day you'll act grownup
Before someone makes you drink from your own cup
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
A need to see a doctor,
Not me, my poorly pup,
I guess it beats the worrying,
To find out just what's up
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Never did I think
the little prankster pup
newly entered in my life,
could express so quick
in a tongue not his;
ebulliently thankful,
he runs towards me
and yells "PA PA"
every time I get near.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
I am sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
I'm just looking for my family, Sir
I do not know where they went
Have you seen my family, Sir?
Do you know where they are?
I am just a young pup, Sir
On my own I won't get far
What is that you're holding, Sir?
Can it help me find my parents?
I don't want to hurt you, Sir
Have you no forbearance?
What about my brother, Sir?
And the way we used to dance?
I could not fight you, Sir
I never stood a chance
I do not understand, Sir
I am but an errant youth
Why would you do this, Sir?
Please tell me the truth
How was I to know it, Sir?
That I had gone too far?
I can't see the borders, Sir
I don't know where they are
I would never hurt you, Sir
Why are you still lying?
My young life is now fading, Sir
And now I lay here dying
But I can't help but wonder, Sir
What did I possibly do wrong?
You came into my home, Sir
Somewhere you did not belong
I can see my mother, Sir
She is in the sky up ahead
I thought about staying, Sir
But I think I'll go instead
I'm sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
But now I know the secret, Sir
You do know where they went
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Peering through the dense trees,
Sinking low, light footsteps
He stalks his prey.
A newborn pup
Yipping and clumsy
Falling over herself
Just to stand back up
And do it again.
The hunter shifts between the silken grass
And the soft clay earth
Keeping his eye on the promising young blood
Craving her bones and fleshy meat.
The pup licks her paws
Pouncing on small bugs and feathers
She laughs with a bark that sounds like music
Burying her new toys, she wiggles her tail in the air
Then digs in to the earth with zero inhibition
She is vibrant and strong, a natural-born leader.
Happy, free, and full of promise.
Nose to the ground,
He anticipates the musky smell
Of his close-knit pack
He advances, visceral and quick
His vision turns a violent red as he
Loses his stealthy and cautious movements
His gait lengthens and he slides in the dirt
Snapping his jowls, he is wild with hunger.
The pup yelps and snarls,
Too small to fight back
But trying her mightiest to stand her ground.
Her attacker sinks his teeth in from behind,
Slashing his rustic head back and forth
Listening to her fading cries as he growls with success.
Shaking every ounce of strength from the
Poor girl's lifeless form,
He tastes sweet victory and steps back
Satisfied with his current catch.
He turns his head to call his pack;
A wolf's howl only the moon can hear
But he sees instead the sad, vacant eyes of
The pup's grieving father.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC