"amping" poems
Kon wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko
nganha sa pagsubang sa adlaw sa kabuntagon,
dili angay gayud nga ako, ikaw mao ang basolon
kay anaa man gud ang kasaypanan kanako.
Ako ang kapakyasan sa mga matam-is **** damgo
ug usab usa ka uyamot nga gani gipaminsar mo,
ang dila ko man nagasulapid sa imong gipamulong
kon mao na kini ang kaputlanan, ako nga dawaton.
Kon wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko,
gikan sa kasing-kasing **** gayud mapaubsanon,
dili angay sa imo ibasol mga kaluhaan
kay ang tunhay nga kalipay wa mo natagamtaman.
Apan ang kagahapon pagahatagan sa pag-amping nako
aron di mawagtang bidlisiw sa paghinigugmaay nato,
wala mo man namatyagan mga pag-antos ko karon
ikaw gihapon, biskan wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 6:33 AM UTC
Bahala na ko,
bahala na ka.
Bahala na tang duha,
bahala na ug magkinaunsa ta.
Ang gugma'ng walay pulos.
Dili na gyud nato mapugos.
Magkita nalang ta sa mga panganod.
Maglantaw sa gugmang gi anod,
sa makusog nga hapak sa mga balod.
Hinaot atuang makaplagan,
ang kalinaw sa atuang huna-huna.
Pag amping sa kanunay, kay ako pud.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
returning from a social meeting
lightly stepping on a deserted street
there is no streetlight to guide my feet
though bundled up tight for a cold night
my face feels the crispy wind is making the skin flake
as an intense blowing shear takes a bite
wasn't this the short cut i used to take
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is pumping hard
asking how i got here
a winged shadow appeared when i stopped
i nearly peed my pants doing a side step dance
but reason held out as it was just a concrete molding
in the moon's trance
from a building on the right - up top
i hear a single, solitary, solo drum in the distance
maybe someone to help identify my last mindless turn
lightly stepping on this deserted street
attention is paid to the increasing beat
is the brain asking for faster feet
then when i focus
it's my own **** heartbeat
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is amping and freaking
asking how i got here
a dislogded, free minded, loudly rolling can
rattled my lunch
breathe breathe breathe
follow that black and grey two toned cat
surely it has a hunch
three echoing shots
followed by a gut level scream
now i am completely locked in
is this a dream
to reconnect and find my way home
i vow to never ever again
forget my phone
it seems much colder
as i turn another corner
following the sounds of the sirens
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is hurting now
asking where are these environs
blood was everywhere
the street, the windows, the walls
first responders were in slow motion
but at least they answered the call
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is out of control
asking how i got here
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Captured as a slave to the Moon from underneath the canapés, this nights pain has no ease while drums thump as fast as heart beats.
Dragged through massive gates and drudged through a city of mud, tearing apart from the inside without knowledge of which God we should hate for our blood.
Stripped and painted with dirt while we're led up the structure where we know we'll be hurt, kept in line as not to disturb the stream of blood from bodies which it spurts.
Bodies tumble down to the cadence of stomping crowds and fire flares to the sounds amping cheers.
Broken bodies are fed to the snearing hounds once darkness begins to blanket this city and its crown.
This place is their temple and these stairs lead to our sacrifice on top of an alter, a tragedy of buckling knees and malice in the form of a knife that will strike without falter.
Under this Blood Moon our lives are sealed while our people are killed, this night has no light for the weak or strong willed, the only solace is that they may yet drown in all the blood that has been spilled.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
Stances and poses stolen from guitar Gods
Hip shakes amping the sexuality
Audience love
And ego boosted
The nightly life of the rock star
Boredom and waiting around
Back stage the city that I only see
Taking advantage
Of groupie love
The nightly life of the rock star
Adrenaline coursing through the veins
Not a chance of dreaming soon
Alcohol or drugs
Can permanently fix
The nightly life of a rock star
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
To wherever you go
Get ready good folk
It will be nice
The ride of your life
Ensure the Luv and the Work are both steady
To wherever you go : take note
Have the imperative ~ a standing invitation
To let everyone know
Make it a dog and pony show
A big fuss over a lifetime, corner booth reservation
Welcome them. Let them stop and dine
Then listen as they spin adventure stories and spend some time
To wherever you go : be aware
The first to appear all over the place
Is the dashingly refined intertwined pair
Enter ~ Style & Grace
Light it up for the other well-heeled oggling and goggling eyes
The entourage will be a reasonable size
To wherever you go : head’s up
This note is to suggest preparing to receive
It will happen fast so be alert ~ on the ‘ qui vive ’
Effort to feel their pain
If they get lost in driving rain
While a heavy foot forces the edge in their new hot rod two seater
Save a sniffer of brandy or a spot of sherry
If a chilly day, save a close comfortable place by the heater
To wherever you go
Generally writing as opposed to speaking
The tail of this tale is amping and peaking
The reason I was told
Of why they were so cold
Is what you’d expect from a couple of flop ups
The **** fools will be driving without the top up
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
I hate my birthday
It’s never been about me or what I want
It’s always been about accommodating other people
And after spending a week trying to find a restaurant that will fit everyone’s needs
FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY
They still have the audacity to find something to nitpick and voice their annoyed opinions
I hate my birthday
Everyone expects you to be happy and cheery
If you're not exactly what they need you to be to make them feel good about themselves then they give you **** for it
I should get an Emmy for my acting skills
I haven’t had a good birthday since I can remember
My family doesn’t know that
They think I love my birthday every year
They notice what suits them
My birthday has been a dreaded day since I can remember
I’m a good actor but keeping up the act non-stop
And amping it up on special occasions it gets really tiring
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
One day – this day
I watched the weather quickly turn
While futzing around and watering my fern
I no longer care what the day is called
Yet I can feel the chill and know it is Fall
The calendar sez find peace then write
The monkey mind fights back - feeling contrite
One day – today
I ditch the coffee and down some tea
The most probable effort from yesterday’s
to do list is item #3
Fix the bay window on the north side
And stop the draft
It’s a good time to test if I have
a handle on the mason’s craft
Today – this way
I could choose to think / write about
love won, love lost and love true
I could practice Bach to sharpen my mind
and give my fingers something to do
Some time will be spent in mindfulness
And some time will be enjoyed in playfulness
One day – this day
Everything will be a snap
No amping up or bugging out crap
Thru dimensional ethers and quantum time across the miles
I am sending You a huge, goofy but loving smile
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC