#remembered
have you ever been to a museum?
that little verbosity,
gifted by the clueless
curator, next to the exhibit,
oft by each work of art,
leaves you
stupidfied by their unthrifty abuse
and the indecipherable misuse of
extra big unclear words
that make adjectives
want you to throw up,
over, on, the common tongue
this profoundly sound
smooth jazz advice, should
be the mantra of those who mask
their inferiority with a mastery
of a clogged comprehension
what is before the viewers
eyes, re and re/rereading
the illiterate utter cut
of the curator's *gib"~
berish
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Old men, look at us now, we,
the living, we the exposed to Camus,
and Sisyphus and Faust and Iphigenia,
we, arriving at a wake of Ozzie's meme,
his driving force, his words, in truth,
his mush tip bamboo pens, faded
his words, you have,
to read, and think, he lived, long
in character, I think, he did all he could,
as do we all, NPCs, we the entertained,
we the cast of thousands pumping the jams,
and bringing the gospel to those thirsty souls,
go fast the acceptable fast, go past the evidence
per se, se cura, free from worthless folly, wise
in waiting, wise in escaping the Druj, indeed, the lie,
we found the first fruits of wisdom, patience, let be,
spirit in the form of truth, lie not against that, let be…
gaseous we form, whatsoever we agree, we may, we se
free from unreasonableness that justifies any war, any
waste of any child's first ration of hope, first faith evidence,
the happy child who suckles at a happy mother's breast,
best of circumstances for a new born in the world,
any where, where some peacemaker made a stand, here,
we banish beguiling mistaken steps, trespass into holy,
dare not blaspheme, nor dare define the term, judging
me, heretic speaking through magic tech, shocking
turbo life at 75, yes, cardiac arrest flat line, thrice,
so wu wei, pay attention, now
ask what is one such day worth, just to imagine.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
poets are pain
pain is hurt
hurt is blood
blood is red
red is poppies
poppies are war
war is hate
hate is horrid
horrible things come with a cost
and cost is not something forgotten a lot
and not forgotten is remembered
and remembered is never forgotten
and never forgotten are poems
and poems need poets
and poets are pain
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Slow burn towards that hallowed kiss,
The months it took to take you there.
Like hope itself upon your lips,
Such joyful lovers bliss.
Short term passion in that fragile time,
The years it took to leave you there.
Love's regret entwines our lives,
So powerful broken ties.
Tom Lefort 2025
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
After an incident of shame and guilt
I left my home misbegotten
And when I returned two years later
I was surprised that I wasn't forgotten.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 8:01 PM UTC
Quiet now, close your eyes;
Take the outstretched hand of yesteryear.
Let our fingers touch, entwine and hold,
To feel the pulse of much loved pasts
Where our pain and passion remains untold.
Remember now, open your hearts;
Run toward the open arms of all those days.
Long for her embrace, press closer home,
To hear the beating heart of all we shared
When our lives and loves were all we owned.
Tom Lefort
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 6:00 PM UTC
i sit on the bench
and watch him roam
free to do as he pleases
within the confines of
our fenced sanctuary
that four-legged build up
of energy and excitement
taken by a sudden burst
sniffing at the long grass
as he bounds excitedly
up down around and back
only to stop abruptly
freezing in a Pointer's stalk
until the cause of rustling
in the undergrowth
reveals itself and takes flight
leaving him to snuffle
the scents that remain
exploring deeper
he pauses and looks back
checking i am still here
making sure i know
i am not forgotten
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 6:26 PM UTC
Pour me a scotch son and let your father talk.
Untie his tongue and hear his secrets sing.
Release the torrent there within.
And repressed within that sacred silence
Recollections hold their breath to survive.
Let go this man who was once alive.
Tom Lefort 2024
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
All those little trinkets,
bracelets, rings and even a boombox,
that he had others bring to me,
They were all stolen goods that vexed people would come and claim back time after time.
I never had the heart to tell him to stop.
He reminded me too much of a stray cat who’d finally found a temporary home,
where he would bring tributes to
his mistress feet.
When I asked him what he was doing sleeping outside
my front door.
He blushed and mumbled,
that he would protect me from bad guys who could break in
and steal me away.
How crazy and scary of a notion was that?
And yet....
He made me think of a dancing bear who finally could scent freedom without chains.
The day
when they came to take him away.
...
I tried to tell them that he would never hurt me.
That he merely collected broken shards of scattered treasures
that deep inside him spoke about who he really was,
before the drugs castrated his future self.
Later...
When going through the rubble he left behind,
I found the glimmer of a hauberk
forged for an Avalonian knight.
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 10:56 AM UTC
It hurts to remember when I forget. If I could just forget to remember, then I wouldn't have to remember to forget.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
The remained was eternally desired affection,
Alas! That was only a fantasy, a sad confession.
I regret the failure to bond a great relation
I have never been kissed, a remorseful expression.
Would you kiss me? He had asked
I remained wordless and shocked.
Now I see him in frozen dreams,
The handsome body immersed in to the streams
His tender touch couldn’t reach up to me,
Like he is lost in horizon far away from sea
Oh come back my sweet love! Come back again!
You shouldn't have resisted the feeling,
I hear unknown voice in my ear whispering.
So I woke agitatedly in the middle of dark night
And wondered gazing at the glittering star
If he'd come and kiss my ****** lips with a delight
Then I realized and collapsed knowing he’s already gone far
Viki
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
__𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸’𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢,
𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜,
𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎...
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.__
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
Everyone is someone
In some way, shape, or form.
And everyone has been through hell
Or survived a storm.
Some made it out better than others.
Some didn't make it out at all.
Some were thanked for their bravery
By immortalizing their names on walls
But even if their names
Aren't on display for the world to see,
Everyone has someone
live in their hearts.
Even you and me.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
Your unsure gestures sought out our bond
In whiskey glasses and cheap cigars,
With no more in common than our blood
That spilt upon lost chances and unspent years.
In that awkward silence we found our home
Those words unsaid were a common tongue,
And now I long to hear such nothings again,
As It was there you were my father and I your son.
TS Lefort November 2020
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
I want to be immortal
I want to be remembered
The day I’m forgotten
Is the day I die
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
This today is grey and rainy
and feels painfully like a word
meaning neither yesterday nor tomorrow
And though reason dictates
it will be one soon enough
I think it will be one of the forgettables
remembered only by this paper and these words
(and today, please, today
i need the reassurance that
i will not be the same)
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
You're a book,
a good book
that will
never be
forgotten.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
I yearn for days wasted in my youth
Had not known the value of each one
Wishing back summers hanging from tree limbs
Those unpolluted seasons are done
Dimensions of yesterday remembered in color
Dappled spectrum of greens and blues
Berries picked preciously with eager pleasure
Firm trail wild beneath worn shoes
The thing I wish I knew back then
What matters most is today
Failed to appreciate my younger years
Best times of my life I just let slip away
I can't help but think about it each and every day
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:44 AM UTC
I heard you die twice,
once when they bury you in the grave
and the second time is the last time
that somebody mentions your name
- Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
Voicing fervent beliefs
Tone-
As hard as stone
Carry your legacy on-
Or simply create your own
strut the halls
With perfect posture-
Never forgotten,
Is that confidence
Swing your gait-
A daring sashay,
And lead the weak-
make them tough as bone
Yet never forget
In which you came-
So speak your name
Scream it to be remembered
The name in which
leads people together
You
Are
A
Leader
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
As fireflies infinite lights a darkened sky
The memory of a perfect love freshly lingers
Her honeyed kisses I still taste with every breath I take
Her touch of healing still warm against my mournful skin
Her angelic face depicted in the stars
a wave of untainted emotion storms my soul
Our souls unbreakable promise to be entwined for all eternity
With every moment spent apart tears me to tears
A punishment unmistakably unbearable
The only solace a voice recalled…
The words drenched with hope dripping from her lips in ecstasy
.....I love you…
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC