"allright" poems
The bars had opened just that morning
turned him loose again
he wandered blindly down the street
just lookin for a friend
The tombstones filled with empty graves
were drinking in the park
so he sat to quench his thirst
and lingered well past dark
THE BARS ARE ALWAYS OPEN
EXCEPT FOR WHEN THEY'RE CLOSED
THE DRUNK TANK SPINS IN CIRCLES
YOUR FREEDOM COMES AND GOES
All the barkeeps know his name
they've tossed him out before
so he cracks a pint in silence
next to the corner store
He's drank with everyone in town
they all pay for his drinks
a legend to both young and old
at least thats what he thinks
THE BARS ARE ALWAYS OPEN
EXCEPT FOR WHEN THEY'RE CLOSED
THE DRUNK TANK SPINS IN CIRCLES
YOUR FREEDOM COMES AND GOES
The rising sun must weigh a ton
pins him to the ground
inside his skull a screaming hell
that never makes a sound
He always smells like whiskey wether
day or if it's night
a bottle stashed inside his coat
the daydream goes allright
he lives a dream thats long since passed
he toasts to a full cup
the nightmare there when he awakes
he simply drinks it up
THE BARS ARE ALWAYS OPEN
EXCEPT FOR WHEN THEY'RE CLOSED
THE DRUNK TANK SPINS IN CIRCLES
YOUR FREEDOM COMES AND GOES
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade
The places you hide in filled with
Sheet music
All the words you say seem to be
Soft lullabies
The difference between dreams
and reality
Is the line between smiles and smirks
Is the line between crying of joy and grief
The line between laughing at a memory long lost
And crying because of a current joke
The line between Aristotle and Rowling
Or just the horizon.
All you ever say is that you'll
be allright
But don't you realize that
All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade?
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:37 PM UTC
I know the idea of leaving this life
sometimes seems enticing
But believe me you still got some sight seeing
You can still do the right thing
Things will look up if you stay for the time being
I know it aint perfect
But let me propose you this purchase
Nothing can put a price on your life
You have value, you're more just than worth it
Your purporse is to stay on the earth here
To keep on your journey, to never stop searching
Even when the pain don't quit
And you constantly hurting
You can't end the show now
It's too early to be closing these curtains
If I know one things for certain
These thoughts get disturbing
You're tired of running &
you're demons keep lurking
I know everything seems really scary
I'm here to say, its only temporary
I'm gonna beg you to pretend that this isnt the end
Your troubles will fade into the distance in an instance my friend
Keep in mind that in due time
Everything will be allright
I promise, you'll be doing just fine
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it was stolen.
This can't be true,
Do I really have to lose you?
The car was crashed,
The time just passed.
His face was bloddy,
And a little bit muddy.
I saw the blinking light,
Told myself "it'll soon be allright."
The other car was lying on the side,
I heard them saying that somebody had died.
The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it was stolen.
This can't be true,
Do i really have to lose you?
My lover he quietly mumbles in pain,
"It feels like I have been hit by a train."
Thank god, he's okay.
I thought that while they carried him away.
Then I heard somebody say,
"Is the woman over there okay?"
Everyone turned and stared,
At the woman, who was laying over there.
I turned my head too and felt a chill,
Because I was the one who had been killed.
The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it has just been stolen.
This just can't be true,
Did i really have to lose you?
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
the ballad is is my ears
and the girl is naked infront of me
the night dosnt care
grind honey just stand there and grind it for me honey
a thousands shadows in my eyes
iv died a thousand deaths just today
and they all were just in the passing rain
im a troubled man
allways made the wrong turn
always got myself in too deep and had a blade to the ready
but thats all history babe
i can breath this f@#%in soup they call air down here!!!!
oh man the sun is out and its in your eye lover
and there is nothing but joy in my heart
theres nothing on my face but
the smile you left there inbetween the sheets this moring
so dont f@%k yourself in your thoughts baby
we are gonna be allright
we are gonna take on and conquer this old world
we are gonna be forever babe
we are gonna be just fine
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Hey you,
Just got back to the flat, not the same without you sat at the top of the stairs typing away.
Reminders all over, showing me of your recent presence.
First sight at pile of dishes that you washed,
Empty grissini breadstick's box,
Still some tzatziki and houmous left though.
Need a **** can't deal with this already.
Ahh, that's better. A tooth-brush is missing,
Spa Covent Garden Sanctuary, Irish Meadow?
Will upstairs be any better?
Must pause, plug in interent hub. ****
Back to old self so soon.
Duvet squashed up to the back wall,
Can almost make out your imprint.
I'm reluctant to throw out the remaining *** butts,
Seems as if you're still here.
Half drunken mugs of tea, finished quiche,
Can't believe I was so sick on the last night.
Bad dreams yesterday, two in fact.
Both being hung over ridiculous heights.
No good with that, big fear.
A sign of pressure bearing down?
Held council to rights, no joy.
Start the whole drawn out claim again,
Lot's of boxes to tick and fill.
Toss pots, must bite tongue and get on.
Doctor’s waiting room has mags for women only,
Nothing to chill my nervous mind.
'But are you going to faint on me?'
I made it through allright, lost some blood.
ECG scan on Thursday, for what though?
Chest or heart? Probably heart.
Mid-life wake-up call come early.
Do I really want to know? I suppose.
Where's my lovely? I need her so.
A cuddle, a smile, all better.
Action time- phoned all bills, extra time.
C'mere money, pretty please?
What thong then? Suspicious...
I was right (kinda)! ***
So excited, so touched, wow!
We will work it out Dee.
Thoughts of wild horses scare me not,
Something feeling very right, not at all wrong.
Hardest thing ever has already been done-
Finding that special little someone.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:52 AM UTC
it is cold, and you're walking, and you can't see your feet
you're numb
not just your face and hands
but everything
detached
unable to distinguish from emotions now
and emotions then
you're walking down the road
and the stars are shining
headlights flying past, rocking your body
threatening to pull you under and break you,
crush you and your mind
and everything else
you're walking down the road, and the moon is low and dark and the sky is otherwise empty
lets say that your eyes are closed
but the drivers eyes are also closed
in the car behind you
and you, perched precariously
toe the white line between death and a dirt road
everyone, it seems, is waiting
for something unknowable
a feeling
a thought
a pat on the back, signalling that everything's okay
everything's allright
it's just fine
go back to sleep
ignore the questioning looks and just
relax
the man in the tan trenchcoat is looking for you
his brothers, his family
disapprove, but
why not
you're not a bad person
after all
you've done bad things, yeah
made bad decisions, yeah
but overall
what's so bad about sleeping in hotels when the back of your car
is not as comfortable as it looks
so you're desperate
and he's desperate
and you keep missing each other
the looks and idle touches
while comforting
scare you
you are not a person who feels
so you cannot feel the stubble whispering over your skin
and you did not swallow openly
and stare across the tables as his blue eyes watch you
he doesn't judge you
and for that
you love him
wait.
no.
you don't love him
because that would be wrong, and decades of reinforcement are telling you this
but honestly
if he just loved you back...
there's that word again
the lights over the Arby's are hovering 100 feet above the ground
and you're freezing and alive
and maybe you wish you were dead
but you're not
and that's what really matters
probably
you hope.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
Well, what now, hey?
I threw the dog overboard yesterday.
The day before, the day?
Where will you go, hey?
I heard the orchestra-man play
The same way,
Sanctum, requiem, asylum
All Latin in his French dog-eared play.
Hear the monkey, playing accordion play
To the whirling whirly-whirly-ghig
Tre dramatique, no? Today
I understand you're just as "tramatig."
I want to hear your Frenchmen play
Play ***** pipes play play
In his dog-eared French organ-man
Play
But I cannot, cannot say
Tears of joy, in hydrant spray
The Hyades triumphant rainbow stay
Cough your little fears away;
Hear the Star Spangled Francis Key play
Frenchmen play, play,
Little piggies counted play
Black white keys with little piggle-plumps play
Atone-al, A-tonal---atonal tonal sounds as if to say
"Getting married here to stay"
All alone and all today
Settle down if for a day
And who will hear the trumpet play
When organ-man Frenchman say
"Where? Home of the free" and stay
Keep your hands away
Never want to let you say
"Hear me, hear ye, all you weary, weary dreamers
But never left your confidence like Russell-rustle leaf-blown willow-white
You fill them up with seventy two pay
Make a kite, to(k)night, allRight
Thank god for the fleas in the right
Hairless creatures for to sway
I threw the dog overboard yesterday
The day before, the day
And if you'd wanted it to stay
You should've say, you should've say
But never let my hand betray
The vein, the line, the artery
Of arterial shells bombastically
Loquacious to a fault, this day
They say "You want another day"
They say "You never wanted say"
They say "You wasted every day"
They say "They say, they say, they say"
But e'er forget, ne'er forget
I'll despise you abandon heaven for earth to get
And leave your money, your millions behind
For mansions with my Lord to find
But in the ceiling never was a god to pray
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
*Remember your summer storm?
When in the middle of my European night,
Across the Ocean silent cries you would perform,
Me, promising you would be allright.
You, sobbing this storm would wreck it all,
You and me together we would fall.*
(thunder)
Now, if you could look at my eyes
As you said, their peace have the power
After a while to soothe your sighs,
Your days and your nights to make quieter.
Indeed, I am like the still water
Of a mountain lake :
The least I can offer
Is to drawn your ache.
(rainbow)
Alas,
You've decided that
My Blue and your fever,
Among the stars will never
Dance together.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
You remind me much of myself.
You remind me much of myself except, more together...
You remind me of myself every time I see the words "Midnight" "Haiku"
All of your words are golden bright,
a white knight righteously marching
for truth.
Optimistic Siddhartha--
A Copacetic Beyonder
back again to remind man
it's all going to be allright, man.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
A bone meets another bone
And you have a joint !
Joints are allright !
Cartilage !
Without them you couldn't possibly dance !
Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium
and no sacro-iliac joint
And no innominate bones
Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx
And your seven cervical
Your twelve thoracic
And your five lumbar vertebrae
Hanging loose !
How could you possibly swing your pelvis
From one side to the other
Without your pelvic floor ?
No more grand plié
No more passé développé à la seconde
No more attitude en avant on pointe
Farewell penché
Farewell attitude derrière !
See what I mean !
That's why I always say
I'd rather be with no bone
No skull no heart
Ï 'd rather be a hurricane
Wind has no skeleton
Wind needs no joint
Wind goes naked
No shoes, no underwear
And despite of all that
Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile
With no dimples in the back.
Wind can lie supine and stand upright
Feet parallel, legs stretched
Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter
Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle
No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle
Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed
Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders
Gulf Stream !
Wind is a catwalk model
Dancing its swinging walk
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
Thinking of him
She asks
What she should do?
I ask the gods
Ganesha, buddah, G-d and Allah
I think of him and she’s angry at me and it’s my fault
I don’t know if its something I can afford
Now I don’t know what to do
I saw myself cross out the graffiti in every city
Should I figure it out and decide
This other guy tells me something red so I play along and he gets mad and it’s my fault
Unfair and cruel
He just tells me to look at the moon
I take back every wink it stole
I see the beauty before my feet
I’m testing the bounds of reality
Are you angry or man?
I’ll be allright
I’ll be safe and yet I’ll go along with the lights
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
Am I alone here or what?
Is this the universal english I've heard about all the time, the always, the forevers?
The TV in a big room is on. A computer plays the loud videos about nothing. The people talk, they are polite. My head is fine, I'm alright. The wind blows so strong in on my window. The dogs bark all the time at much more nothing. The lovebird, that little, small parrot. He sings. So loud.
My head is fine, I'm allright. The lie.
The noise from every part of everything. Even in silence I hear disgusting murmur.
I don't hate life, don't hate the people, don't hate myself. I don't hate the situation I'm in, I've seen it before.
I do not have the answer.
It doesn't float to me on a plate with wings made of gold.
Like it used to happen before
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
A bottle of bourbon,
Lay at my heels.
A stubbed cigerette,
Ushers three thousand more.
-
Why?
All the better to **** me dear.
To ***** out my life,
To **** my sorrow,
To cease my suffering.
-
It's like acid upon the brain,
A burn upon the skin,
A kick upon the shin.
I can no longer lie my dear,
I can't longer let evil in.
To lie to you,
Darling,
Love.
Would be worse than any heavens sin.
I've robbed, I've killed, I've forsaken and sinned.
The worst thing I ever did,
was let evil in.
-
I need redemption,
Retribution,
Reincarnation,
Rapture.
-
But for now I'll settle for a lighters light,
And a cigarette,
If you'd be so polite.
And sip of *** would be mighty right,
And a hot warm gut for tonight's respite.
I'd be awful rude,
But tonight's the night.
Naught angels wings but demons,
Take to flight.
But care none for evil dear,
You'll rise to heavens' brilliant light.
And this one...?
Well he'll be allright.
N.H.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
the center of my passing moment
her face profiled into the corner shadow
pale and delightful
her beach sand picker outfit
gives an upscale look of leisure
but her eyes
shout her intense inner demons
nervous energy dance her fingers
on the kitchen table
a fine sheen of sweat
covers her cleavage
which she opens further to cool off
oh my....
her wrist sparkles
with bands of silver and jewels
and makes small metallic sounds
as she reaches up to brush away a strand of hair
with a swift soft movement
that is almost ******
as her perfumed and lithe form leans toward me
as i in one sweeping moment get a glimpse
of what it must be like to be in her arms
and that intense and absolute beautiful moment
in the near presence of this goddess
leaves me without the ability to speak for several moments
she asks if i am allright and becomes alarmed
when i do not respond
i manage to assure her
i adore women
i love being with them
i love just being around them
they make the world a beautiful place
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Hello my fellow freind
Lets go
Lets go to a world were things make sense and YOU control that bubble called "reality" in which we live in
Continue sinning and singing as if everything is allright
and it will be allright just how its right to love the night
We dark souls are just the yang in which ying reflects her perfection in
So before you doubt this world i invite you to is real, take a chance and explore
with me dont let the Brightness blind you
just hold my hoove and trust
as i do too
i will guide you
child.
F.C
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Some days are like this.
Some mornings I wake up with a head telling me what a loser I am.
It makes me feel lower than whale *****
I try to love each day, but these kind of days are hard to love.
However, as we know from the song, the blues is allright.
So, I drag myself upstairs and write a poem.
That's better than suicide.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
Sometimes days can be soo sad
Its so hard when were apart
To seem so lost without a hope
I look to God with my heart
He tells me it will be ok
No worries all is well
When everything seems lost and void
He loves me without fail
It lifts me up to get through the times
That seem so out of control
But he will guide me through thick and thin
I leave him to pave the roads
I know that all will be allright
When I bow my head to pray
For his comforts me with a gleam of light
He can brighten the darkest days.
K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
She laughed with disapproval
Glittered motion sickness I grabbed a her head
tossed her hard enough so I can be dead
The **** came on-a charging angry I took his limbs
he discarded all my paperwork tons of scribbling
years of failing
Weakened from dreaming
Wandering in the dark while the mice weren’t making any peeping
He said I can’t breathe but my lungs were blacker than his death
I’ll let them shoot me in the back and maybe I wouldn’t mind it
I figured it would be allright I don’t have tryophobia
****** so many ***** but I didn’t get the job
The moon is bright in the sky yet you’re not smart
I keep writing on trees but please believe me I already have arthritis before thirty
Standing and eviscerating
I keep writing on everything they try to stop me but I hold back
They were chilling and waiting
on his death bed
Said the last rites but he already knew they loved him
I don’t know my write from the wrong doing
He’s finally accepted how life jerks you off the wrong way
I think I got graphomania
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
The Final Call
excuse me please John, I gotta get this call
it's from my sweet baby, I'll take it in the hall
hey there, how are you, is everything allright
I've been concerned, haven't talked since last nite
I've been waiting all day, thought maybe somethings wrong
while I was waiting, I was working on this song
what time should I pick you up for dinner tonite
going to your favorite, Aerospace in Flight
what do you mean, you cannot make our date,
but, but baby, it's okay I'll wait
have I done something wrong, to make you so upset
was I supposed to be somewhere, and did I forget
I do not unerstand you, how can you flip that switch
yesterday you loved me, now you're acting like a *****
you whispered to me sweet nothings, said I was your man
now you say I pressure you, you're gonna chunk it in the can
this is not the first time, that you have treated me this way
I do not understand the rules, of this constant game you play
but maybe it's the last time, don't come back around my door
I do not want to let you in, no I do not anymore
I'm not a **** in your garden, that you can pull and toss aside
you broke my heart one more time, even I have some pride
I tried to be a good guy, bang my head against the wall
I hope your life will work out, this is the Final Call
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:11 AM UTC
What if I told you that happiness is a lie,
That love you think you have is swimming by,
Letting you know
You will never know how.
Emptiness is what surround us,
Don't let it get to you,
Don't let it get to you.
And if so, never lose that „you“.
Don't let the loneliness get the worst of you too.
I wish I could just walk away,
From the lies and dreams I've had about you.
I've imagined you as an innocent pure clay,
Who had no clue, no clue.
It's hard to admit it's here again,
the unexpected rain through my vein,
But it's the very same
Just with a different name.
I wish I would be strong enough,
To stand up and be myself,
Stay away from when it's rough,
Enjoy the time when you are not around.
I thought it's not possible.
Not possible to find someone, who could handle me,
So on the edge and yet, still so shallow.
I might be someone who sees a meadow
From a shadow.
They think when it's not visible
It's allright.
Then why I feel like
It's getting worse, more like.
The more they do not see
Becomes painful just to be.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
tookie winfeild was a friend of mine
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all
ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick
used to see that ole codger strolling on the avenue
with some young honey on his arm
carefree as sin and twice in its debt
yes sir...ole tookie was a friend of mine
back in the day we ran that river
like it was our private playground
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
both barrels for the lookers
and a bottle of shine for the sippers
yes sir back when i was young that river was ours
they found old tookie winfeild up on the river
frozen to death in the dead of night
took to drinking up there by his lonesome
and shouting at the moon
aint no good ever come from no crazy man
least thats what they say
but old tookie was allright
in his own crazy way
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
he was a friend to many a poor boy
down the old river way
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
I'd pull every ******* tooth out of my head
if it would solve anything at all
but I would just bleed
and hurt more than I do
it wouldn't stop the any of the withdrawls
I hereby declare war
on anything I've ever loved
Which isn't a lot
because I still haven't found
that much worth speaking of
so I'll just sit in my pile of teeth and blood
and try to remember
where these feeling come from
If I could follow the roots
all the way to the source of the problem
then what's the point of existing?
if it's all so simple so solve them
if I knew who made me feel like this
I would shake their hand and kiss their ring
because that's the person that taught me how to sing
how to write
how to live
what to die for
though I may never find
the origin of this sickness
that's allright
because that one person doesn't exist
yet I hate the one
that taught me to resist
whoever you are
one day you'll be the death of me
and wherever you are
I hope you're safe and breathing
because I'll be the one
to hear your last breath leaving
and on that day
you'll be buried
with all the burdons
that you've carried
every storm you've braved
will be right with you in that grave
because no one really remembers the dead anyway
bless your heart
and **** your actions
free your thoughts
don't fear reaction
live like you died yesterday
not that it matters anyway
because we'll all be dead soon too.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Its like learning to fly you know?
To admire a person with all of his flaws and things
To read every single ******* act that he does
You were just happy but also, afraid
Afraid of falling too down
Worrying heart of who isnt ready
Isnt steady
To know him
You were just about to admiring someone who isnt ready to fall with you
That means you fall for yourself
Thats even worse
Cause its allright to fall but both not one.
Cause its alright that u have much feelings for someone who did the same to you
And i wasnt afraid before
Before you.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
The first thought
is the enlightened one
and the second thought
is the Buddha one
and both are bothered
by doubts
so I don't know
which thought to follow
And Bob Dylan sang
"Don't think twice,
It's allright"
but I've been puzzled
about that advice
all my life
so it strikes me
that where I am
is where I am
and what I do
is what I do
it's probably
just perfect
that way
but as a Zen master
said,
"There's still
some room
for improvement!"
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC