"beng" poems
i find it quite sad that the only thing stopping me from beng who i wish to be is a certain sequence of numbers.
numbers seem to have more power over people than any god or government-
this world was built-
and will burn-
because of numbers.
bank account statements cause stalemates between myself and my ambitions-
I am chained and restrained by my credit score, cruelly kept from exploring distant shores.
men slay their fellow man without a second thought
for a fat stack of cash and thoughts of what could be bought.
John Lennon imagined a world with nothing to **** or die for
no posessions too
but money is the cruel hand that tears that dream in two.
for as long as the concept of money
is the fire that drives men's hearts to beat
we will never truly see peace,
living at the mercy of the balance sheet.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm tchka ta weh...
tchka tchka tchka b-dumm
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tish
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka dish
tsk dumm b-dumm dumm tchka dumm bash
b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
boom boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash
dumm bash-bash, dm-bash bash, dm-bish
tchka tchka dumm dumm ting
boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash ting
shik shik shika tika tik tik ting
boom boom tchka shika boom ting bish
boom shika tchka boom bash boom ching
boom, b-dumm dumm tika tika tika ting
boom shika shika boom bish bash beng
tika tika tika dumm boom boom ting
boof.. ka tchka boom boom cha
b-boof boof ka tchka boom boom cha
boom boom ka tchka tchka boom tish
tchka tchka dumm tsk tsk (dubudu) kish
(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tish
(dubudu) (dubudu) dub dub tesh
(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tsk tchka dish
dub.. b-dub dub taka tchka ting
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub
b-dub
b-dummm
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
*beng a villain to someone
might not be my fault every time*
who actually cares what others did to me
they judge by what they see
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Doring — not much has changed since
you last spoke.
the children are still deep in the mud.
the bellhouse at Poblacion still rings
when it is 5 PM and the ubiquitous bazaar
sit on the cornerstones.
however, when the white angels began
latticing you to contraptions,
the furling scent of your homely perfume
has gone dithering. grandpa Mario's
revolver is somewhere hidden wreathed
under a wrestle of things we do not
use anymore — lottery tickets ( 4 AM, grandpa would fall asleep reeking of
ale as the lady announces frail luck
over the somnolence. kitchenware longs
for the ****** of your tremulous hands. the Lazy Susan is attended by only a bundle of rotten bananas, Mario's old
nauticals: whiskey bottles, scotch, goblets, unrest of glasses. we still
buy pandesal near Beng's piano maestro.)
nothing much has changed since you
last spoke. mother held your hands longer than imagined trill of Maya outside tightwire. it didn't flood in the swelter of
the cataclysm — years ago it was deathly silent when you were sitting on the rocking chair waiting for the flood to subside, your grandchildren laying cold on the aged floorboard, rescued by
zigzag of newspapers. it was the lightest
of darknesses. nothing much has changed
since you last spoke and in your
silence we heard the most immense of
voices. the streets remain pockmarked.
ocher pots festooned by wily flowers,
stems of hope. your hands tryingly gripping whatever
was brought to their splendidness
looked like forever smiles.
Doring — the nights are fuller,
my sweet old etcetera of chores.
we all lay quietly in the mud for now.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
being crazy is hard i feel like crying
being crazy is hard i feel like dying
being crazy is hard i feel like running away
being crazy is hard i feel like laying
being crazy is hard i feel like talking
beng crazy is hard i feel like nothing
being crazy is hard i feel like i don't belong
being crazy is hard i feel like sleeping
being crazy is hard i feel like dreaming
being crazy is hard i feel like .....
being crazy is fucken hard
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
You feel like you're drowning,
Somewhere along fainting and dying,
Like you're trying to scream and nothing but air comes out,
You can't focus on anyone or everything,
Feels like you're crawling out of your skin,
Just trying to find a way out.
They might confuse it for simply zoning out,
And it might just seem like a simple "zone out" sometimes
but you know deep inside what it is,
Its your dearest friend: anxiety
Its beng rude and simply attacking you,
but please say to yourself "it will pass, it will pass"
And usually, it does
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC