#urgency
Set a house on fire
And don’t turn back,
Take a drag of smoke,
Hear a ribcage crack,
Let an ***** fall
And a lone soul fail,
Watch as a star
drops like hail.
Bite a rotting body
With no distaste,
Fill an esophagus
With dirt and clay,
Swallow sandy water
That’s been washed away,
Pretend that when the moon
comes up, it’s day.
Pour a glass of gasoline
And say it’s wine,
Light a bomb inside
And say it’s fine,
Throw away a million dollars
With a smile,
Peel the value of a property,
Tile by tile.
Desperate people
Do
Desperate
Things.
There’s no convincing
Someone
Who’s not in the
mind to
Think.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
_The ice will melt, the seas will rise,_
The fires will spread beneath the skies,
_The ice will melt, the seas will rise,_
And swallow what’s left of our goodbyes.
_The bombs will fall, the war drums beat,_
The hunger roams the crowded streets,
_The bombs will fall, the war drums beat,_
And scatter all we thought was sweet.
_The air is thick, the forests burn,_
The soil will crack and never turn,
_The air is thick, the forests burn,_
And no one’s left to mourn or learn.
_The leaders fight, the nations break,_
The lies they spread, the lives they take,
_The leaders fight, the nations break,_
And no one cares for freedom’s sake.
_The waves will crash, the crops will die,_
The children’s cries are lost in the sky,
_The waves will crash, the crops will die,_
And no one asks the reasons why.
_The guns will roar, the blood will spill,_
The streets will echo with the chill,
_The guns will roar, the blood will spill,_
And hope will vanish, stark and still.
_The earth will crack, the heavens fall,_
The cities crumble, one and all,
_The earth will crack, the heavens fall,_
And no one hears the final call.
_The news will spin, the lies will spread,_
The digital wars will fill with dread,
_The news will spin, the lies will spread,_
And truth is lost, our minds misled.
_The voices scream, the tears will flow,_
As we unravel, slow and low,
_The voices scream, the tears will flow,_
And the world ends with no one to know.
_The missiles launch, the skies ablaze,_
The tyrants rise, we fall to gaze,
_The missiles launch, the skies ablaze,_
As borders close and hope decays.
_The blood will spill, the bodies burn,_
The genocides, they never turn,
_The blood will spill, the bodies burn,_
As refugees with nowhere yearn.
_The lies are loud, the truths erased,_
The leaders’ words, a hollow face,
_The lies are loud, the truths erased,_
As corruption eats at every place.
_The oceans choke, the skies turn black,_
The polar ice will never track,
_The oceans choke, the skies turn black,_
And ecosystems fall off track.
_The forests die, the insects fade,_
The rivers dry, no hope is laid,
_The forests die, the insects fade,_
And nature’s toll is fully paid.
_The banks collapse, the debts will rise,_
The homeless roam with vacant eyes,
_The banks collapse, the debts will rise,_
As wealth divides beneath the lies.
_The shelves are bare, the crops will fail,_
The markets crash, the ships turn pale,
_The shelves are bare, the crops will fail,_
And hunger spreads beneath the wail.
_The shots ring out, the streets are torn,_
The bloodied cries, the youth are worn,
_The shots ring out, the streets are torn,_
And hatred thrives where love was sworn.
_The children starve, the women weep,_
The suffering’s vast, too deep to keep,
_The children starve, the women weep,_
As death is sold and souls to reap.
_The screens will flash, the truth’s erased,_
The mind’s enslaved, the soul misplaced,
_The screens will flash, the truth’s erased,_
And privacy’s a stolen grace.
_The codes will break, the AI reigns,_
The jobs are lost, the fear remains,
_The codes will break, the AI reigns,_
And human hands are bound in chains.
_The idols rise, the people fall,_
The souls are lost in empty thrall,
_The idols rise, the people fall,_
As substance dies and skins appall.
_The hearts are numb, the minds are cold,_
The stories fade, the truths are sold,
_The hearts are numb, the minds are cold,_
And vanity is bought, not gold.
_The churches burn, the temples fall,_
The faith is lost, no prayer to call,
_The churches burn, the temples fall,_
As lies are sold beneath the pall.
_The cults arise, the masses sway,_
And faith is twisted, led astray,
_The cults arise, the masses sway,_
As reason fades and faith decays.
_The plagues will rise, the sickness spreads,_
The bodies fall, the doctor dreads,
_The plagues will rise, the sickness spreads,_
And medicine’s a ghost instead.
_The children’s cries, the wounds will fester,_
The cures are gone, the doctors’ muster,
_The children’s cries, the wounds will fester,_
As life is snatched by every bluster.
_The skies are dark, the hearts are still,_
The hopelessness, an endless hill,
_The skies are dark, the hearts are still,_
And time slips past against our will.
_The fear will grow, the shadows long,_
The meaning lost, the world is wrong,
_The fear will grow, the shadows long,_
And we are left to weep our song.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
The core is cracked, the gauges red,
They swore it’s fine—now hope is dead.
Control rods jam, the heat runs wild,
No turning back, the fuel defiled.
Containment’s gone, the walls decay,
Fallout drifts in skies of gray.
A silent flash, a world undone,
The chain reaction has begun.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
The hour is an uneasy,
the hour is exasperated,
it paces from one room to another,
taking great strides
to pull me by the wrist
and take me straight to bed.
Not yet,
give me a second a said.
I thirst for a swig
of what this bar has to offer.
Neat! The hour is impatient,
no chance for me to relish
growing old,
no way to feel my insides glycate,
it wants time back,
this itching hour.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
More times than not,
The hero in me
Trips over the zero in me
I get caught,
Tangled up in the calamity
Of this often-overlooked emergency
A played-out plot,
So there's no urgency
I already know the worst in me
I don't pick my spot,
Never holding back what I let people see
Keeping me under wraps was getting especially tricky
I don't know what I wanted, or what I thought
But this is what I got,
Me,
My own worst enemy
©2024
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC
Get disconnected,
And find you are detached from life.
Your fight becomes for the trivial,
And what is obvious to others
Eludes your sight.
You are choked up and smothered,
The fire you started, snuffing out all oxygen-
No longer beneficial.
And then you die
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
O, come a little closer - hear what I have to say,
I know that one piece of writing can be interpreted in so many different ways.
O, but do pay attention to my word-play,
To the picture I’m trying to portray.
O, I hope by the end of this you will understand the image I am trying to convey,
But do not get me wrong, the end of this is something I am attempting to delay.
O, it is saddening to know that sooner or later my rhymes will fade away
So I will replay, replay, replay.
O, how I pray that what we have will not decay.
Like all the flowers & bouquets that I watched wither/die a bit more every day.
O, but how pretty were they?
Sad to know that each & every single one was thrown out like the contents of an ashtray.
O, how you must have noticed the repetition of O’s - I think they are here to stay,
Unlike my pathetic, childish rhymes that I am struggling to hold at bay.
O, do not get me wrong - the rules to rhyme are so easy to obey,
They are so easy to slay.
O, like tray, cafe, puree,
For god sake, even JFK.
O, please tell me - do you see the problem on display?
Do you see what I am trying to say, what is coming my way?
O, it feels like a betrayal
No, no, no that’s not a rhyme.
I need to rhyme, I need us to be okay.
Ray, clay, Bombay.
Tray, fray, mae.
Ray, clay, Bombay.
Tray, fray, mae.
O, please stay
I need us to be okay.
O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme,
Nothing more than copy & paste.
Ray, clay, Bombay,
Tray, fray, mae.
Ray, clay, Bombay,
Tray, fray, mae.
O, please I don't want us to stray
I hate how we went from white to grey.
O, please I don’t us to end this way,
I know I am barely rhyming but I will try my best, okay?
Look - ballet, allay, hooray,
Hay, weigh, olay.
Look - ballet, allay, hooray,
Hay, weigh, olay.
O, please stay
I need us to be okay.
O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme,
Nothing more than copy & paste.
I’ll come up with more,
Dismay, replay, is-lay.
Tray, cafe, valet,
Delray, Alleyway, Chevrolet.
It is not that I don’t know how to rhyme,
I just need something to rhyme for.
Rhyming is synchronisation, it is compatibility
I just need to know we are.
Please, stay, stay, stay,
Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away.
Please, stay, stay, stay,
Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away.
Ray, clay, Bombay,
Tray, fray, mae.
Ray, clay, Bombay,
Tray, fray, mae.
I know I am barely rhyming, but I will do my best okay?
Please stay,
Don’t go away.
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC
I wait on a little island
Marooned in the sea of traffic
The grey sky broadcasts sweet outcomes
To the farmer in me
But the lack of an umbrella
Makes my mind jittery
I'm vulnerable in my suit, tie and all
If the sky should burst open its floodgates
Where will I find shelter, with my laptop and phone?
Hurry Mr. Driver
Spur on that staff bus!
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
Her love is urgent
Coming quick,
Reaching out with both arms extended.
Her love close to my heart,
Our feet no longer stray,
The result of prayers made on both knees.
Her arms give more than take
Finding their way inside mine.
Providing a warmth awaken by the tick of hearts.
Her love urgent,
Time assent.
My nose lost in the scent of her neck,
My arms tight around her.
I don't want to go.
Tomorrow a world away.
I don't want to wait
Her love close
Pressed tight,
Just beneath her chest.
Each throb in the palm of my hand
Reaching out with both arms extended.
I don't want to go.
My hands no longer by my side.
Her love ever more urgent
My love waiting my whole life for her.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
She kissed me unexpectedly.
Her lips softly pressed against mine.
My lips fully convinced, my thoughts of her.
My hands wanting to wrap around her back.
The look before her eyes closed & pressed her lips to mine.
I haven't been able to think of anything else.
Her admirer no longer secret,
The look in her eyes, revealing everything I tried to hide.
The look of urgency; The anticipation of a rushing heart.
Her lips a world I only dreamed
& I helpless to the way she tasted.
The best things happening at the most unexpected moments.
Her shoulders relaxed in the moment.
Her lips pressed against mine in comfort.
Unknowingly whispering the moment is ours.
My eyes close & I am a million miles from where I stood.
Her jawline stretched toward mine.
Revealing everything I tried to hide.
My hands wanting to wrap around her back.
The best things happening at the most unexpected moments.
Moments that pass quickly in the blink of an eye
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
It takes alot
Loving you in these shoes.
It isn't horrible.
The way they fit.
The way they look.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
It doesn't take much effort.
To slide my feet in.
Tie them, before a single step is taken.
Knowing all that goes unseen.
The padding & cushioning.
The flex of each step,
The urgency of how I long.
Revealing how much I've thought of you.
The many steps and puddles these shoes have walked.
They aren't waterproof.
They aren't well protected from wear & tear.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
They are far from dress shoes,
Not even close to casual shoes.
They aren't the type of brand shoe everyone is in line to buy.
Stacy Adams, Adidas, Jordan.
Loving you in these shoes,
No one knows where to find them.
How many times they've come loose.
How many times the cushion has been replaced.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
Knowing you've checked the tags of the name brand shoes.
The appeal of readily available colors
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
She always had a knack
for catching me off guard.
To expect the unexpected.
My heart a doorbell-
Expectation the mat she stood.
Sometimes she'd wait patiently.
Other times she'd constantly press the button.
A sudden nudge of emotion,
The appeal of urgency
Knowing that not many will wait.
Her smile sent special delivery,
Opened on arrival.
She never came when I expected.
Often checking before she rang.
My lips sealed
In suspense of waiting.
Better late than never.
My heart rung last minute.
Pressed again and again.
Again and again.-
Indulged that she came
My lips sealed at the nook of hers.
My heart a doorbell-
Pressed in anticipation.
Met quickly in arrival.
Her finger against my heart a courtesy
The whole time the door unlocked
Waiting for her return
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it.
You feed the need.
A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within.
devouring everything it touches
dragging to its depths
an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense
gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you
your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul.
to placate, to fill
I crave for you.
a yearning so maddening, it is frightening
But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still.
an ache as tangible as it is visceral
as painful as it sooths
as though I am caught in a fevered dream
tell me my perception from your reality
you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
What is 1 to 1.5
currency to relativity
urgency brings negativity
It's not about new tools
it withers your tools bring productivity
The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car
How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge?
New can only take you so far
Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are.
I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something
The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here.
The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement.
That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities.
Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically
Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats
Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate
So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5
Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is
Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it,
so the world can see
Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy
Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see.
Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails.
That's urgency hiding behind a veil.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
You approached me like a good boy.
I wondered if you had the same wet ***** thoughts I had about you, especially with that body of yours.
Do you want to feel me.
My body is pure, but my mind is definitely not.
I smirked at you, and you grinned at me.
But it was no innocent grin.
You asked for a dance.
I wanted to rub my body on you, but I didn’t since you pulled me closer.
You whispered seductively in my ear:
I know you know about me stalking you, mi amor.
I remember then, I suddenly grabbed your face and stared at those lips as you did mine.
I took the first move, the lead, and I smashed my lips upon yours.
The kiss first started off heated, but then turned into one of urgency.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
it moves in lines, upon flat surfaces
we tried to catch it last week, but, no dice
‘that’s your department, isn’t it? take responsibility.’
true.
but, we were waiting for confirmation.
‘excuses aren’t relevant here,
moving forward is a precondition for itself,
so nothing will change until it’s properly addressed.’
the counter’s still pointing at「 green 」 though.
things should be safe for now
three months pass.
it multiplies in aggregates
motion seeps within still surfaces,
‘where were you last summer?’ like a lava lamp
oh, you know, out and about, it deforms
busy. buzzy. buzz. and,
‘oh. yeah. we can’t afford separates from itself
deficit here, can we? into self contained units
i hope everything’s okay.’ and
it’s fine. floats away.
…
‘that’s good’
…
‘we were thinking of leaving this place soon, anyway.’
…
fair enough.
no one’s
really expecting anything to be found, anyway.
the counter is pointing at 「 red 」 now, though
three months pass.
it breeds through rumpled cloth, and breaths out through solid objects.
colours float over matted patches, a ringing sound pierces out of iron bars.
- the counter no longer shows anything
people pass themselves at crossroads, half turning,
to speak, but carry on walking their separate ways
(it’s okay, none of us had anything to say, really)
- we expect a full report, you understand?
the spaces between take root. shadows flicker though the limelight
filter filter, pass over. embroid and disperse
- yes, of course. there’s no one left to read it, though.
the counter is pointing to 「 itself 」
huh.
must be broken
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
tell them you've got a story
and they'll listen with ears clogged
stuck on your metaphors
but too drained to ask for meanings
tell them you've got a story
and they'll talk over your voice
so instead, here you are
hiding behind pseudonyms
that sound romantic enough
for a page turn
so you write
and say that you've got a story to tell
when really, you wrote this at 11:14 pm
in your room
with the lamp bulb burning too hot
and you're making it up as you go
because you're tired
and someone must understand that
the shadows are getting to be too long
and you've still got a **** story to tell
but it's too late for stories
and too early for confessions
so you continue to write
and hope, someday
that when you say you have a story to tell
someone will listen;
really listen.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Cruising along the
Rushing river
Flowing with
Rapid urgency
Time’s never still
Left the anchor
To sail ahead
Finally, to be swept away
By undercurrents
Transported to
A distant shore
of a resting place
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC