"beyoned" poems
once more!
wild men ride the subways!
doom is averted
once more
-
once more
lovers hold eachother dear
doom is averted
once more
-
once more!
we gather beyoned fear!
doom is averted once more
-
once more!
poets challenge themselves!
doom is averted
once more
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once more lovers once more
once more love once more
once more wild lovers on subways
and
doom is averted
once more
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
Broken, you don't even know what broken means.
The past I've suffered goes beyoned all your dreams.
When I close my eyes,
I block out all the lies.
when I see the past,
I pray to god that it won't last.
I know my blood stains, like a flood.
And I'll throw your *** through the glass.
Even your mom knows who I am.
Got me sayin I am who I am.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
These are required.
Our house was broken into while I slept and died.
Poorly vented incontinence.
People begin isolation from teachers and students.
Some holding children hands.
Some who hack away their friends.
Husbands, girlfriends, etc.
Unaware of their children.
the farthest branch.
assures us there is life.
where chatter swells in sight of gold.
where a raccoon sees clouds, but no sun.
the moon reflects
lifeless, controlling planes & folds foreign.
even if so
his reach would only meet his grasp.
but it can not be this way.
the clouds move & swell.
protecting us from ourselves.
from bizzare nebulas & unknown entities.
harbingers of death originating
from our silky cigarettes & lean machines.
inside the heavens, golden & blue.
beyoned the heavens there is a degree of souls,
all souls asking each other & us the same questions.
why this way?
if you loved me,
it would not be.
further into God's home,
the things deep in his rivers & far down his roads say,
if you loved me, together we'd stand.
the cobwebs run behind the shadows placing my hand near sight.
i see divine, everlasting life.
how can it be so?
i do not move mountains.
my blood does not course from me sweet as wine.
i am here as the jaguar.
black as night.
untouched by morning's warmth.
unseen by our sun's eye,
who stays my eternal enemy,
yet always in my heart, my sleep.
alone he sits.
far away.
telling us forever,
never tiring,
if only you loved me.
the copper straightens itself holding mountains together, shiny veins
the trees speak in the language of survival, cells
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC