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Bo Tansky May 25
Tried to suspend my disbelief
oh, how I tried
But, I don't know darling
It always comes back to you
Who are you anyway
how do you know the things you know
when no one has told you so
If only you would write the next verse
unrehearsed
and unfiltered
not think it command
or sleight of hand.dear
Never mind
you always get iy
and that's the thing
should i go on
or leave it at this
maybe we couldn't get past
the first kiss
I'm sure that's it
a crossroads
an impasse
a stop along the way
forget it
didn't mean it
You'll never believe it
and neither will I
so I'll just be me
without you
and go on
wait and see
I'm as patient as patient
can be
I tell you're doubting me
so i ask
how it can be
when you won't talk to me
you're wed to a memory
life in the past lane
but you can't live in a memory
that has something to prove
or a daydream
that has something to lose
these things you cling to so well
maybe there your way of letting go
I don't know
or just
show and tell

i Know I'm sometimes rude
and don't seem to care
It's when you left your heart out
with few exceptions, dear

I want to write about the light
and how it follows you
wherever you go
but I'm defensive and rude instead
and so
there's no completion
just me
and somewhere out there
there is  you
i wrote this song for you
Bo Tansky Jan 8
Bam* Bam
Boom
Boom*
Fort Nite
just ain't right
what are we teaching
our youth
shoot em up
like John Wilks Boothe
****** horned demons
swarm the subliminal screen
legions of red ants
marching rants
screaming


shoot em up
scaredy pants
what do you have to lose
bring em down to the ground
with bullets and *****
inbound
watch out
red hawk down

another round
anyone/
Bo Tansky Jan 8
Sometimes you need
a touch of whimsey
to ward off the
demons of depression
of which
there are many
like an overgrown garden
growing wild and free
filled with daffodils
and peonies
any which way
they will
a whipperwill.

-nature orders
structure and desire
desire the unfulfilled womb
for whom-

Whimsy
where are you
soon
and lightness
to guide me
through the darkness
so repugnant
to me.

I turn to you whimsey
to your unchartered fancy
where angels dance
on marshmallow clouds
out of harm's way
someday
so shall I
someday
Bo Tansky Oct 2024
My thoughts are saboteurs
Prowling on all fours
Wreaking havoc
Like bedsores
Eyesores
Trapdoors
To a subfloor
Know more
Know more
Like waiting for the rapture
Take a picture
Before and After
Like waiting for Godot
Hello, hello

Scratch the above
Scratch the below
No place to hide
No place to go.


Was it all a lie
I told myself
Lies implied
Lies to assuage
The emptiness
You feel inside.
Lies the media told you
How to live
How to survive
Fine lies
Wrinkles
In the landscape of time
Lies to make you
Lose control
Of your body and mind.

Rage, rage, rage

On a crowded stage
Lies bowed
To a divided crowd
Filled with vitriol
And rage.

Looking for truth
Easy in your youth
However
We got it all wrong
All the while
Listening to a song
Yearning for playfulness
And innocence
That enveloped our youthfulness

But, it's gone
Bygone
Yet still
They tell me
The truth
Shall set you free.
Bo Tansky Sep 2024
Binding on WHO?
I'm not listening to you
You can create all your
Agendas, policies, and
Mandates
I'll see you in hell
Before I agree to your
Dictates.

A frustrated populist
Crewmates, cellmates
Bedmates and ingrates
Dire straits and
Who hates
A world erupts in vitriol and narrates.
Fire up the rhetoric
Propagandized media
Stirring confusion
Creating illusion
Then
Came
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
The sounds of silence

A quiet came
Came the
Calm before the storm
Before the calm came
Confusion
Chaos
See you in the playhouse
Before the final scene.
Bo Tansky Sep 2024
Coups and boos
And how- do-you dos
Choose a side
Please
Choose, choose, choose
Pray for those
You hope will lose


2024
Never a year to ignore
WW III on the horizon
It wasn’t a lovely sunset
But a thundercloud arising

Anger everywhere
Dark, abandoned underbelly
No way out
No turn about
A straight route

To hell and
All deniers, liars, vampires
For hire
Denizens of the night
Seeing no evil
Hearing no evil
Look for the devil
In the details
Could be lethal
Medieval
Adrenal

(a nation reborn
Reawakened to itself
Relieved of the shackles
Holding us down
For so long.
A new dawn?)

Who will come
To save the day?
Superman is how we got this way
No way out
Say some
Trust the plan
Some say
Trust the plan
Like a broken dam
I say

(At least I’m not having a bad hair day.)

Are the good guys playing both sides
Which brings me to the question of sides
Well sides are all you eat
If you’ve given up meat
I digress
It’s a mess
Excuse the confusion
The Cognitive
Disillusion
Or is it self-delusion
Can’t tell

How can we be winning
If we’re losing?
Bo Tansky Aug 2024
Oh Poetry
You duplicitous liar
You hide behind
Your window dressing
And ire.
Seasons change the
Ever-changing view
Sometimes it’s old
Sometimes it’s new
Your model attire
Dressed to the nines
Spilt onto a blank page
Goblets of not-so-fine wine

Aries, you indomitable fighter
Throw down your gauntlet
Of wronger and righter.

Love is found
In the fire
A rising phoenix
Of unknown desire.

The old made new
The untrue true
Secrets concealed
Revealed
Not just for
The privileged few.

Devolution
Evolution
Coming round the bend
Is this the beginning
Or the beginning of an inning
Or something
That may never end.
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