"aleve" poems
Please reconnect your controller.
Give your attention back to me.
Reconnect your electrical current to my system.
Do not let these control systems capture you.
Your mind is decaying one half life at a time.
Half of your life can’t be mine.
Either I’m your electrical generator
Or you find your power elsewhere in the world.
You have to be fully charged for me,
To truly be connected to me and my word.
Can you half love?
Can you half trust?
Can you be half alive?
Dead to your flesh but alive in my spirit,
But through my spirit you are made whole.
Do you want temporary relievers or eternal forgiveness?
Let me tell you aleve will still leave you feeling the same hours later.
Believe and it shall come to pass
That the aftermath of your life was already determined in the past.
So weep not my children
For this present life is nothing compared to the future glory.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
En los paisajes de Mansiche labra
imperiales nostalgias el crepúsculo;
y lábrase la raza en mi palabra,
como estrella de sangre a flor de músculo.
El campanario dobla... No hay quien abra
la capilla... Diríase un opúsculo
bíblico que muriera en la palabra
de asiática emoción de este crepúsculo.
Un poyo con tres patas, es retablo
en que acaban de alzar labios en coro
la eucaristía de una chicha de oro.
Más allá de los ranchos surge al viento
el humo oliendo a sueño y a establo,
como si se exhumara un firmamento.
La anciana pensativa, cual relieve
de un bloque pre-incaico, hila que hila;
en sus dedos de Mama el huso leve
la lana gris de su vejez trasquila.
Sus ojos de esclerótica de nieve
un ciego sol sin luz guarda y mutila...!
Su boca está en desdén, y en calma aleve
su cansancio imperial tal vez vigila.
Hay ficus que meditan, melenudos
trovadores incaicos en derrota,
la rancia pena de esta cruz idiota,
en la hora en rubor que ya se escapa,
y que es lago que suelda espejos rudos
donde náufrago llora Manco-Cápac.
Como viejos curacas van los bueyes
camino de Trujillo, meditando...
Y al hierro de la tarde, fingen reyes
que por muertos dominios van llorando.
En el muro de pie, pienso en las leyes
que la dicha y la angustia van trocando:
ya en las viudas pupilas de los bueyes
se pudren sueños qué no tienen cuándo.
La aldea, ante su paso, se reviste
de un rudo gris, en que un mugir de vaca
se aceita en sueño y emoción de huaca.
Y en el festín del cielo azul yodado
gime en el cáliz de la esquila triste
un viejo corequenque desterrado.
La Grama mustia, recogida, escueta
ahoga no sé qué protesta ignota:
parece el alma exhausta de un poeta,
arredrada en un gesto de derrota.
La Ramada ha tallado su silueta,
cadavérica jaula, sola y rota,
donde mi enfermo corazón se aquieta
en un tedio estatual de terracota.
Llega el canto sin sal del mar labrado
en su máscara bufa de canalla
que babea y da tumbos, ahorcado!
La niebla hila una venda al cerro lila
que en ensueños miliarios se enmuralla,
como un huaco gigante que vigila.
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Aristocratic atrocities of hypocrisy
Thier voices mock & decieve
Place thier stock in your creed
Cash your check and then leave
No wonder you don't believe!
Through this;
What has been achieved?
Wheres your heart?
On your sleeve?!
If life is pain,
whats it mean to relieve?!
"HERE! just take (2) aleve,
And when it's over you'll see
What I need you to be."
-thee enemy
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Paxil to make you happy
**** to make you high
Nyquil to make you sleep
Energy shots to make you active
I’m told to feel a certain way
Suddenly heartbreak doesn’t feel sad
And tears don’t feel salty anymore
Love doesn’t feel good at all
And pain is something I can’t feel
A drug filled world is where I live.
Prozac to make you glad
Mary Jane to make you rad
Atarax to make you tired
Dayquil to make you work
Living life sounds make believe
A drug filled world I where I live
Zoloft to make you smile
Mushrooms to make you fly
Tylenol to make you weak
Aleve to make you strong
I’m losing my mind
My heart seems to have stopped
And my mind can’t control me anymore
A drug filled world is where I live.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
Time does not aleve this pain
only strength of a broken heart gained
i will feel tomorrow as if again today
the pain of that death still feels like yesterday
and my heart a little weaker from strain
flow from the vision, my sight, this rain
nothing will ever bring him back again
in the night, like a thief then killed him after driving him insane
never seen my paternal creator sick or in pain
if i never have to remember his death again
but that just can't be and now I know...
i will never ever again . . . be the same
Time does not heal all pain
Nov. 1943 - March 2012 I miss you poppy!
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Are you looking for a solution
To whatever aches and pains might ail you?
During a night of TV viewing
You'll find something that should not fail you.
Linzess might stop your belly pain
Or discomfort from your constipation.
(Just be sure to open a window
To provide some needed ventilation.)
Feeling nerve pain? Then try Lyrica--
Unless you suffer from arthritis.
If that's the case you need Humira.
But that won't help your laryngitis.
Some ads say Abilify
Will help you if you have depression.
But watch out if you start displaying
Bizarre, unexplained aggression.
If atrial fibrillation has you
Feeling somewhat out of sorts,
Maybe Eliquis will help you.
Be careful, though, when playing sports.
Feeling dry eye? There's Restasis.
Muscle ache? Then try Aleve.
But they won't help with COPD;
To think so would be so naïve.
For that you'll need some Symbicort.
But what if you have (gulp!) E-D?
Or B-P-H? Then there's Cialis;
But don't expect a guarantee.
For type 2 diabetes there is
Farxiga--just one a day.
But that does NOT mean you can hit
The pastry shop and eat away.
For if you do you'll need some Nexium--
Yes, that little purple pill--
For acid reflex isn't fun,
And Zantac might not fit the bill.
If menopausal hot flashes
Are totally driving you insane,
Brisdelle should give you relief,
But do not take it with champagne.
With all these drugs we can't go wrong.
For everything there is a cure
Or relief from pesky, nagging symptoms;
But read the label to be sure.
Because of the possible side effects
Of all the drugs that you might be taking,
Be sure that you have considered the risks
And done some careful decision-making.
Watch for rashes, swelling, blood clots,
Gas, nausea, lung infections,
Diarrhea, stomach pains,
Four-hour plus erections,
Heart failure, thoughts of suicide,
Impaired judgment, shortness of breath,
Change in moods, drop in blood pressure,
Loss of consciousness, coma, or death.
- by Bob B
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Paxil to make you happy
**** to make you high
Nyquil to make you sleep
Energy shots to make you active
I’m told to feel a certain way
Suddenly heartbreak doesn’t feel sad
And tears don’t feel salty anymore
Love doesn’t feel good at all
And pain is something I can’t feel
A drug filled world is where I live.
Prozac to make you glad
Mary Jane to make you rad
Atarax to make you tired
Dayquil to make you work
I’m fumbling in ecstasy
Living life sounds make believe
My reflection looks old and weary
An old soul has more zing than me
I can’t get pleasure even from me
A drug filled world I where I live
Zoloft to make you smile
Mushrooms to make you fly
Tylenol to make you weak
Aleve to make you strong
I’m losing my mind
There is no strength even in my finger tips
My legs search for a firm grip
My heart seems to have stopped
And my mind can’t control me anymore
A drug filled world is where I live
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
Striking like lightning
Powering like fire
My body screeches for help
What is it yelling for?
Advil?
Aleve?
It doesn’t work
I hope the pain will be washed away like
sand washes from my feet into the ocean
Holding on to dear life
Speechless
Three hours laters later
It’s like i’m resurrected
That pain, the screaming of my weary body.
I forgot that I was having a child
I’m not ready for this
Or maybe I am, when I awake I gazed at a beautiful princess
I am reminded of growing up and a childhood of so much fun.
I am relieved.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Lo que me quita en fuego, me da en nieve
La mano que tus ojos me recata;
Y no es menos rigor con el que mata,
Ni menos llamas su blancura mueve.
La vista frescos los incendios bebe,
Y volcán por las venas los dilata;
Con miedo atento a la blancura trata
El pecho amante, que la siente aleve.
Si de tus ojos el ardor tirano
Le pasas por tu mano por templarle,
Es gran piedad del corazón humano;
Mas no de ti, que puede al ocultarle,
Pues es de nieve, derretir tu mano,
Si ya tu mano no pretende helarle.
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I just closed my eyes for five minutes
Now I'm dealing with moving on and vindictive *******
This isn't it is it?
Cause I still know ******* who love me from two years ago
Back when they would try to steal my spot and I'd let it go
Any inhibition
In the kitchen cooking beef in the skillet saying **** it lets **** ****
Back when I ran the town
They still played around
While I kept **** down to a whisper
Still smoking loud
But moving in silence
Not dealing with violence but keeping blades beside me just in case they try me
Must not think highly of themselves taking a dive anywhere at all
Improvised grave sites excite me
I love watching the fall
I love watching her leave
Til she walked out of my life and said she felt relieved
Left me alcoholic beverages and bottles of Aleve
And curly hair all over me still searching for a reprieve
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Paxil to make you happy
**** to make you high
Nyquil to make you sleep
Energy shots to make you active
I'm told to feel a certain way
Suddenly heartbreak doesn't feel sad
And tears don't feel salty anymore
Love doesn't feel good at all
And pain is something I can't feel
A drug filled world is where I live
Prozac to make you glad
Mary Jane to make you rad
Atarax to make you tired
Dayquil to make you work
I'm fumbling in ecstasy
Living life sounds make believe
My reflection looks old and weary
An old soul has more zing than me
I can't get pleasure even from me
A drug filled world I where I live
Zoloft to make you smile
Mushrooms to make you fly
Tylenol to make you weak
Aleve to make you strong
I'm losing my mind
There is no strength even in my finger tips
My legs search for a firm grip
My heart seems to have stopped
And my mind can't control me anymore
A drug filled world is where I live
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
Ir muriendo y cantando. Y bautizar la sombra
con sangre babilónica de noble gladiador.
Y rubricar los cuneiformes de la áurea alfombra
con la pluma del ruiseñor y la tinta azul del dolor.
¿La Vida? Hembra proteica. Contemplarla asustada
escaparse en sus velos, infiel, falsa Judith;
verla desde la herida, y asirla en la mirada,
incrustando un capricho de cera en un rubí.
Mosto de Babilonia, Holofernes, sin tropas,
en el árbol cristiano yo colgué mi nidal;
la viña redentora negó amor a mis copas;
Judith, la vida aleve, sesgó su cuerpo hostial.
Tal un festín pagano. Y amarla hasta en la muerte,
mientras las venas siembran rojas perlas de mal;
y así volverse al polvo, conquistador sin suerte,
dejando miles de ojos de sangre en el puñal.
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«A los moros por dinero;
a los cristianos de balde».
¿Quién es ésta que lo cumple?
Dígasmelo tú, el romance.
Yo, con mi fe de bautismo,
tras ella bebo los aires;
por moro me tienen todas:
dinero quieren que gaste.
En lenguaje de mujeres,
que es diferente lenguaje,
de balde es dos veces dé,
cosa que no entendió nadie.
Todas me llaman Antón,
todas me cobran Azarque,
y son, al daca y al pido,
mis billetes Alcoranes.
El sombrero que les quito
se les antoja turbante,
y mi prosa, algarabía,
por más español que hable.
Sin duda, romance aleve,
que, por sólo el consonante,
a los pordioseros fieles
les diste alegrón tan grande.
Y aquella maldita hembra,
para burlar el linaje
de los Baldeses de paga,
tocó a barato una tarde.
Iuego que el romance oí,
me llamaba por las calles
cristianísimo, sin miedo
del rey de Francia y sus Pares.
¿Adónde están los cristianos
que gozan de aqueste lance?:
que en el reino de Toledo
los Pedros pagan por Tarfes.
Si la que lo prometiste
en esa cazuela yaces,
más gente harás, si te nombras,
que las banderas de Flandes.
Doña Urraca diz que fue
la del pregón detestable:
que cosa tan mal cumplida
no pudo ser de otras aves.
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Doctor, please, take me out of quarantine,
I need fresh air to breathe, the sun to feel,
Seems queasy in here, this room shrinks,
It stinks, but it's not me, it's the environment,
Let me out, please, it's not my fault,
These walls, pads, and bars are not for my health
Doctor, please, have some sympathy
For a young life yearning to leave, this place it thieves
Of all healing, listen, there's nothing wrong with me,
I'm not broken, I'm fine, I'm burning inside
With a fever your medicine cannot aleve,
Yes, I'm weak,
But its your fault, not mine, open the door,
I implore,
So the world can welcome me with open arms and intimacy.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Esquilones de plata
Llevan los bueyes.
-¿Dónde vas, niña mía,
De sol y nieve?
-Voy a las margaritas
Del prado verde.
-El prado está muy lejos
Y miedo tiene.
-Al airón y a la sombra
Mi amor no teme.
-Teme al sol, niña mía,
De sol y nieve.
-Se fue de mis cabellos
Ya para siempre.
-Quién eres, blanca niña.
¿De dónde vienes?
-Vengo de los amores
Y de las fuentes.
Esquilones de plata
Llevan los bueyes.
-¿Qué llevas en la boca
Que se te enciende?
-La estrella de mi amante
Que vive y muere.
-¿Qué llevas en el pecho
Tan fino y leve?
-La espada de mi amante
Que vive y muere.
-¿Qué llevas en los ojos,
***** y solemne?
-Mi pensamiento triste
Que siempre hiere.
-¿Por qué llevas un manto
***** de muerte?
-¡Ay, yo soy la viudita
Triste y sin bienes!
Del conde del Laurel
De los Laureles.
-¿A quién buscas aquí
Si a nadie quieres?
-Busco el cuerpo del conde
De los Laureles.
-¿Tú buscas el amor,
Viudita aleve?
Tú buscas un amor
Que ojalá encuentres.
-Estrellitas del cielo
Son mis quereres,
¿Dónde hallaré a mi amante
Que vive y muere?
-Está muerto en el agua,
Niña de nieve,
Cubierto de nostalgias
Y de claveles.
-¡Ay! caballero errante
De los cipreses,
Una noche de luna
Mi alma te ofrece.
-Ah Isis soñadora.
Niña sin mieles
La que en bocas de niños
Su cuento vierte.
Mi corazón te ofrezco,
Corazón tenue,
Herido por los ojos
De las mujeres.
-Caballero galante,
Con Dios te quedes.
-Voy a buscar al conde
De los Laureles...
-Adiós mi doncellita,
Rosa durmiente,
Tú vas para el amor
Y yo a la muerte.
Esquilones de plata
Llevan los bueyes.
-Mi corazón desangra
Como una fuente.
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Another routine
Some more nicotine
Sipping on caffeine, with
Buried emotions.
Despite agony
Forget your daydreams
Ignoring your needs, while
Remaining stoic.
Pop two more Aleve
Take pills to relieve
No time left to treat, your
Chronic conditions.
Life comes then it leaves
Death waits patiently
Dust falling through sieves, and
I'm feeling home sick...
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Cuando traspasa el águila cumbres de eterno hielo,
Quiere para sus alas región desconocida;
Y luz de un sol cercano, en hondo azul perdida,
Para sus ojos mustios busca su audaz anhelo.
Sube, aspira fulgores en infinito cielo;
A lo ignoto, por fuerza potente va impelida,
Y asciende a las tormentas por trombas atraída;
Pero de pronto el rayo corta su raudo vuelo.
Lanza un siniestro grito; gira y gira, llevada
Por huracán rugiente, se crispa, y embriagada
En luz esplendorosa rueda hacia abismo aleve.
¡Feliz quien por la ansiada Libertad y la Gloria,
Sucumbe así, de muerte deslumbradora y breve,
En el radiante ensueño de su final victoria!
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