"blithes" poems
Them bastardized youths fell outside, dizzied by a reality unsolved.
Their maws scowled judgment and drooled Pabst down improbable bodies each of them lay in the stink of subtle conformity.
Fiercely unique culture beasts starved away in suburbs; Wikidrifting, those drugged litterbugs scampered.
Dropout fish fast against the current of their time, tired from dancing through desperate crowded nights and disparate lonely dawns, dangling degrees and the specters of success burning incessant their pride.
They were the ******** made so over time contracted by blind parents to nine-to-blithes in which quiet desperation, credit nooses, and irony were the small print.
They were carpenters afraid of their hands. With chisel to headstone, they lied on the hoods of used Japanese cars, panning the radio for a real connection and gazing up at vanishing constellations.
They were their poison and they their elixir, but a cold cigarette was a much quicker fixer of Helplessness Blues and the back of a Bible where a brief intellectual wrote “I am suicidal.”
For how does the turn of the epigram read to those who care less with every new beat of a drummed-up society so high off its piety that seeing stars vanish is simply a shame?
Those ******** dropouts tragically remiss, those Supertramps, Kerouacs, Cohens, and wits.
They were the alternative, urbanite fools that littered alleys with Greek fables and Tibetan tattoos.
Criterion flash cards and the literary canon allowed them to flirt with god in verse and art clues until Pollock’s canvas did rip off their eyelids which left them to know only Socrates knew.
They danced and they writhed, then ****** to pass time, and kept on their passions till lost were their minds. Then they all died, those blasphemous ********
But at least they washed on the back of their crimes.
At least they danced.
At least they were.
And there may be something to movement in chaos.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
The green grass glazed in sunlight
And the leaves seemed yellowish bright
When the dark clouds began to fight
Raindrops were accompanied by thunder and light
When the Peacock spreads its colourful wings
Then my mood blithes when the cuckoo sings
The rain falls with much many drops
And satisfies a million of hopes
The cold wind just soothed my soul
And forced me on the earth to fall
Then there when i opened my eyes
A beautiful rainbow was in the skies
By that time I was completely wet
And it was the time for the sun to set
All those tiny drops of rain
Had washed away all my sorrows and pain
In the night cold, the nature was alive
And the disturbed bees were buzzing in their hive
The clouds had gone and the moon had come
Alongwith the insects had just started their song
It was so peaceful in the dark to listen
Still unknown to the words they sing
These all were due to the blessings of nature
Whose moves gave me intense pleasure
That day was like no day before
What my heart says to pass it once more!
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC