"blitzed" poems
They huddle in the cold damp darkness
grateful for the sheltering sandstone
shuddering at each echoing blast
a remorseless dull ache
like their meagre rations
eyelids shutting wrinkling between attacks
seeking peace and inner sleepless solace.
'Them docks is taking a pasting.'
'Me Dad works there.'
Another attack, tunnels rumble
evoking century old echoes
of rusty trundling drum-line wagons
bearing sandstone blocks to build the docks
now being blitzed blighting the night sky.
The morning brings a dusty disquiet.
Merseyside emerges curses soldiers on.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
He burnt away my eyes,
he said it would make it much easier,
to beg, so I traded it for fear.
I was a little above five, wandering,
on streets a motley of black,
may be not, but my eyes couldn't distinguish the lack.
People would throw coins into my glass,
burnt eyes led to anticipated pitying,
towards the miniaturised cauldron of the dire I lived in.
I went to my master’s garage during my perceived evenings,
my hands felt the swerves of cars and formed shapes in my mind,
and before I departed, I would leave my glass behind.
Blitzed, he would hit me at times I didn’t collect enough,
I wouldn’t run away, the known seemed less horryifying,
than to trip against invisible, in the trying.
I survived each day, stayed thankful for life,
unfair as it may seem, my other senses were in poise,
and I learnt to see through reflections of noise.
He took away my eyes, my dreams stayed invincible,
so I left into a world, incognito,
my master waited for me that night, never to discover though.
I couldn’t steal, so I continued to beg,
I hitchhiked to stores, for a loaf of bread,
but God resolved to bless me with a stranger, instead.
He put me to work, for food and shelter,
little did I know my pay was in kind,
the kind was love, against everything left behind.
Sometimes he read to me, stories with happy endings,
he bid me goodnight before he would move on,
a word I recently learnt, to not be an oxymoron.
He taught me to read in braille,
being blind is no excuse he adjudged to me,
he couldn’t return my sight, so a vision he gave me.
Every night I cried myself to sleep,
for the choking in my throat helped me to believe,
believe in my angel disguised, so I cried myself to sleep.
He gave me fortitude against the vice,
he gave me words, and the power it imbibed,
and he taught me to live, when I just survived.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC
I am wading out knee deep into the evening's drinks.
I let my eyeballs take a dip as my wallet plays the breaker.
You'd think the woman had tourettes the way she tries to wink.
She flirts no better than the sisters who oft walk god's acre.
Maestro, another!
A black suit hammers ritzy tusks somewhere across the bar.
The waves upon the wires lap across my eardrum's shore.
My lonely, daydream doll is finally called off from afar.
I'm far too low and far too blitzed to enjoy another bore.
Maestro, another!
When I recall how we met, I transubstantiate my veins
with hopes to find a fertile mound to plough to rude degrees.
Too many furrows to recall, but still your name remains.
So, still I hunt for lonely moths who dance beneath marquees.
Maestro, another!
Why does every truth align with all the stars at night
only to scatter just as broken glass when morning breaks?
Every wholesome oath I swear to cherish all my life
melts with every dewdrop my lawn's unkept blades shake.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 3:05 AM UTC
Passing stream of neon light
A multi colored dream.
Techno night
An energy fight.
All I see is beams.
Underground
Ravers, dance
Blitzed on LSD.
To escape robotic wits, through transcendental hits, is
trading true life for a dream.
Flashing signs
Outshine the sky
But stars sparkle bright in high minded eyes.
Disco boogeymen twinkle the streets
And Metropolis glistens.
There's music in the background
From a small electronic boutique
Between a novelty store, and a smoke shop
That house a strange and rare mystique.
On a city night, I'm looking across a busy street, and I feel the most powerful of feelings. In awe, all around, I see the fantasies of generations before us. The future itself, as it slowly descends.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Why is it,
that I only crave you
when I'm ****** up?
So high, you're the
only thing I can see.
Blitzed out of my
******* mind,
so my world revolves
solely around you.
Can't sleep and
my head is
filled with thoughts
of you.
Touch me, feel me,
need me.
Take me all the way up,
until I come down,
and see the real you.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
I broke up with you last night
because it is my duty to
go lana del rey ghost hunting
in the target parking lot
please
don’t take this personally
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
I've been meaning to ask you-
What do you think about a ménage à trois
Mary Jane
And You and Moi.
And
I can envision
You without that shirt.
And you without those draws.
And me without these *******
And me without this bra.
And me on top of you
And you on top of moi
And me screaming your name.
And your eyes glazed in awe.
Meanwhile
My tongue leaves a wet trail along the edge of the blunt,
Your eyes leave a wet trail on my lips.
Lets be upfront
I'll tell you this
The blunt isn't the only thing wet and sticky
And ready to be blitzed.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
sails like blankets
thrown awry,
float with
idle paseé.
wind whips wrinkles
for pioneers,
chaos and crinkles
make our worst fears.
wakes speed time
like a blitzed motor,
whils't the sun burns
blackened otters.
sunsets brush the
beauty away,
highlights fade
and darken grey.
birds fish
the waters va-
cate your hovel
and meet us for café.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Tonight,
I am posting memos on the dark side of the moon,
where words spewed in wrong states of mind
can be swallowed up
spit up
into black holes
*******
expressions tasting of bile
and last night's ***** twist.
Tonight,
I'm shooting up
on spite and resentment.
Getting blazed,
blitzed,
baked.
Getting blasted off
to outer space.
And no one
can hear me
scream
Tonight,
I'm scribing prayers
and miracles
that would never be worked
if God is the god
that I believe God is.
Lists of hopes penned in anger
and hedonistic impulse
carved over
the memories
of my deep,
penetrating love.
A love that was like
the sword
that Judas fell on
because he had too much
faith
because he had too much
love
to see Love
(that's the god I believe God is).
But tonight,
there is no grace
And God
I am not.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
***She was all starry-eye blitzed
which was one helluva party
'til a lit moon crashed her high,
hungover indifferent
clouded sky falling -
tripping earth's cruel stratosphere***
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Little missels
Sparklie crystals
jedi mind tricks
play in my bedroom
I spy the pill jar
with a little bud waiting to be broken down and rolled.
I lick the blunt
and crack it down
tabacoo spinkels and covers my floor
I grasp the bud and crack it in half
and the stink of it overwhelms my automosphere.
The song skips and tupac all eyes on me stars playing
as I begin to roll the bud I get a since of joy and happiness
that soon ill be blitzed
I know I got good bud
because when I do my dog wobbels in to enjoy it.
I spark it and that little popping noise of the dank thc circles me.
I take a big drag but carefully so the cherry doesn't get to long
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
I have miraculously moseyed my mind into a mysteriously mellow mood!
My masterminded misfit momentarily mesmerized me.
I magically muted my meticulous mind,
Merry-go-round memories minced.
Meanwhile I am absolutely blitzed!
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
I confess,
I got blitzed on whiskey
& she might have eaten a worm,
but what happened next
was just a blur.
Elbows and derrieres,
the fragrance of lilac,
a taste of succulent waters,
granite & pewter.
A bit of fine red lace,
her smiling face,
traces of smoke lingering
from salty breath,
her sweating sun.
A running fan &
moving crescent moon,
an electric band
crooning, "Ramble On"
with an etched gremlin
smiling,
his arms outstretched,
reciting,
"I Wuv You's"
above the
pretty waxed nest.
I confess,
I got blitzed on whiskey
& I swear she ate the worm.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
I'm quick at the wrist.
A flick of that ****
You wake in abyss.
Another reality like Oculus Rift.
~Optimus BLitZeD~
Black Ops, buy from black shops, optimal risks.
Red dot on bad cops, interchangeable clips .
Turtle shells on roof tops, Splinter-cell capable, slips
In undetected. 50 cal. hits that face and just rips
Past skin, bone, and cartilage to the brain stem in bits.
Cartridges plus marksmanship equal carnage, be ****** if he lives.
Walk up with a raptor claw and stick the blade in his ribs.
Zigzag pattern, give the pastor a call, split um down to the hips.
Zig Zags, smoking green pastures, a blunt and a spliff.
Deceptively a cybernetic artist of the con, rearranges and shifts.
Fall of Cybertron, with Nike's on, im a hyper ROM with no grip.
I'm ill. No face. Can't feel it. I'm sick.
Your witnessing the transcendence of
~Optimus BLitZeD~
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Intoxicated
With one taste
Of your cherry lips
I'm blitzed
Drunk and powerless
to resist
Smashed, trashed
Plastered.
I'm useless,
You've got me hooked
From one sweet kiss.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
You were a secret failure
Drugs and needles
You ******* betrayed
Veins that swallowed who you were
I was to drunk to help
Feeling shamed
Secluded in this gigantic earth
With not a single soul
Ghostly whispers start to speak
Dreams drifting in and out
Flaming dust in my ears
Getting blitzed for fun, doing candy flips
Flowers in my hair
Covering my eyes with feathers
I can't see
The death should of been me
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
I can't always run,
But my hiding's not too bad.
A former boss told me
To stay longer for a work shift.
My lips said yes,
But my mind said "Hell no!"
Clocked out,
Casually stepped outside;
Upon passing the host window,
I blitzed to the car, fidgetted with my keys nervously,
And whirred the blazes out of that parking lot.
Each New Year of mine has begun with relatives
Crashing at my family house.
This 2019, I take the interstate back home
To be around the out-of-state.
It's been a long-lasting tradition
And I did what I could
To break apart from that tradition
Even just this time.
At a bar on New Year's Eve 2018,
I relaxed after having made prior reservations,
Just me,
And having moseyed away from family
For just one night.
I'd go to this bar again too:
**** dancing, stellar drinks, young blood...
**** dancing.
Didn't mean to be a Scrooge and mostly not dance,
But at least I escaped and saw new faces around me.
The escape that is never too far away
And is always open around the clock
Is my journal book.
A journal doesn't have to have continents,
Oceans or clouds
To be a world
That revolves around the author.
Natural the paper,
Preserving the pen[cil].
I'm not implying
That I escape this world,
But what a world there is
In escapism.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
eyes roll back, as i roll back,
cuz i roll fat, when i smoke that /
sprinkle on the hash, dab up the wax
dust just for touch, yea the angel is back /
white girl on top, watch that ***** melt /
snow to the flame, no chance in hell/
snow white, 7 dwarfs, deep sleep spell /
nickles ounces grams, thats what i sell /
pick an choose your color, step forward, my realm /
black sheep, white sheep, bad wolf, oh well /
huff an puff,call ur bluff, blood an guts, just my luck /
life is rough, light is dark, dark is light, drugs a must
soul polluted, corruption of mind/
like a vortex i spit a distortion of time/
truths hard to swallow, ***** kinda dry/
i speak threw the sickening, im those you call wise/
a battle im told, gods in the sky/
Zeus verse Hades, boots that can fly/
don't shoot the messenger, don't even try/
roots to your written, skills in my eyes/
look threw this window, see threw the lies/
like a black widow, he waits in disguise/
i thank the dark magic, an the places it hides/
Birth Of An Ang3l, my up rise/
Satanic at best, supersonic lyrics, this black holes about to swallow the rest,
power obsessed, demonic regrets, im bout to re open that vortex/
Ancient scriptures, Egyptian texts/
pictures on the wall, hieroglyphic sets/
cities burn down, pyrotechnics/
an still they remain, in stone there etched/
skip on the beat, let the minutes run slow/
ill rip on this **** cut off the flow/
slick wid this **** slip on the floor,
Angel of Death, Azrael for short,
Blitzed is dead, im not him no more/
apocalyptic i said, La' Verdad Por' Favor
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Blitzed out of reality when the ball dropped
and he was there
good intentions turned sour as each day passed
but it was good for her
for what I thought was good, it was
when good finally came around though
that is when the fog cleared
Everything before September was a cloudy haze
and will stay that way
A year I partially forgot for good reasons.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit
My little dog has gotten into the habit
Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit
Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door
And left me a gift on the bedroom floor
I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed
With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head
Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee
As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?”
I reminded her gently (no need to fume)
That we take our meals the dining room
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
I live because you died.
I enjoy life because you fought.
I see the sun because you blitzed through fog
Not of strati.
I can breathe because you inhaled war
And exhaled victory.
I pray and say that I pray
For you
Because I cannot give you
An earthly craft
As recompense.
As you lie in the ground,
Marked by stone and a flag,
I give you my time in silence
Because there’s nothing I can say
That can make up your life, your sacrifice, your time.
I talk by silence
Because I don’t want to disturb the peace
That you deserve and longed for
As you roamed a patriot,
But died a hero.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
put my poems
into a blender
to
swallow
my pride.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Blitzed and blinded
by barely escaping lies
that make you feel apart
of things
but have left
you behind.
Why have you shied away
once again?
you've lost any
real intent.
Bottom of the pit
with blood crusted lips
and a head
full of ****
You're still a kid.
you're still a kid.
C.e.M. April 25, 2015
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
my friends get blitzed without me
so i smoke out my own window
curl my legs in tight and cry sober
i wish i had more body heat and
someone's melting heart to bleed out
and whisper sweet everythings to
yet i don't know how to deal with
people begging for *** and
on their bruised knees for me-
since i was never taught consent.
i just gave up myself when asked,
eyes turning silver with a shiver
now he's coughing up his lungs
and calling it love, breathless
and asking to see me up close
i want someone else without
the false conceptions of intimacy
but here i am slumped over my desk
bent for all to see my imperfections
what? do you like my crippling illness?
that's good, because i keep it just for you
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC