"braking" poems
DEAR SECOND EX BOYFRIEND
Yes I loved you, yes I left you, Yes i broke up with you,
But I didn't stop caring.
I will never stop caring.
I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I broke you,
But i had to find myself to be able to be happy.
I wish you could understand, but you never did,
You never gave me a chance to explain myself,
but we did try and talk after the brake up.
I never showed up because,
I was scared I would fall back in love with you,
Without having found myself.
I still wanted to be your friend,
But i guess I broke you to many times to have that friendship.
We were friends before we were a couple,
We shared the same friends, we were happy,
But my world was falling apart way before we were together,
It was a matter of time until I broke and had to leave you behind.
I was scared for you, and of you.
But if I once loved you, then know, I will always love you.
I'm sorry for braking you and hurting you so much that we are no longer friends.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
Bruised and battered a friendship
Sometimes hangs by a tiny thread
As we came to the edge
Urged on , by all , but our own souls
We stop for friendship sake
Staring at the rocks of death below
We walked the cliff edge black
Hearts pounding like stampeding rhino
Charging our very path
Dragons of fear circle over head
Breathing fire over all
Pride clamors for higher ground
Standing tall and righteous
We fly high in the sky
Preying like vultures
Search for every fault
Feeling lost and alone
We seek the lower land
With pastures lush and green
And soil deep and rich
Where horses softly munch
Teaching us their gentle ways
For the loss of a friend
Can be to much to bear
In this already harsh world
Weighing like lead on our back
Like the captain of our own ship
We cling to the end
As our world sinks from under us
Breaking boards and smashing masts
Many splinter blind our eyes
As we float together in darkness
Waiting , for the storm to pass
Then the great sewer grabs our very souls
And throws us to the earth
Braking our ego shells
With troubles of our time
And sew new friendship
To be born anew
As only the friendship
Which has great strength
The power to endure many deaths
That see through much lashing pain
Can ever earn its name
For friendship forged in great heat
Will find itself sealed to the eternal time
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2)
Dreaming..nigga I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming.. Dreaming..I'm (having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm believing.., (I'm having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, (I'm having hope & faith2)..Yeah..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..Nigga I'm believing, Im (dreaming2)..I'm chasing hope mane,..(I'm chasing my goals & aspirations2)//nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..Aye..(I'm dreaming3)..dreaming, ***** I'm believing , I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations*3)..(nigga I'm dreaming, my ***** I'm believing*2)..(I'm chasing hope & faith *2)..mane,
I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga, I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming, ***** (I'm believing2)..(Im dreaming3)..dreaming..,aye..I'm chasing, (my goals & aspirations*3)..
Goals & Aspirations.. Aye
That's what I'm chasing after like a hungry cheetah, I never been a cheater, ***** Imma believer, a true believer, a King Yeah..Aye, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations, &( I'm speeding*2) like,fuck the laws I'm going past the speed limit, **** a stop sign, no braking, I'm in drive ***** Its so hard being patient, but I'm tryna be Aye, no time waiting , no time waisting, none of my days being wasted..Im so wavey..Aye, Yeah I'm getting so faded, so wasted, Lord please forgive me even , tho I smoke alot of **** on a regular basis, that's (my medication2)..& I need it, it helps me from going (crazy2)..,I ain't never had **** partner, I come from nothing, I ain't had alot of money at a point of time in my life , I was so broke my ***** all I ever had was my goals , dreams, & aspirations, Yeah I was dreaming, & believing, I was chasing after hope & faith.., not after no females mane,Aye..
Nobody can't tell me nothing paparazzi better stay away from my face, aye I ain't on that Kanye West **** I ain't selling my soul for a happy meal ***** In happy all ready, God owns me, So I'm investing in my own worth homie, Yeah..I'm building my on corporation..Aye man..
***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2)
Dreaming..
I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga
Uhh,Yeah
/This is (only for the Real3)..if you don't know well then now you know nigga/3,..
Aye, if you don't know ***** then pull a chair up & listen, Turn this **** up & listen, Blaze one up, (& listen2), pay attention..This is (Only For The Real2)..Aye
I'm teaching ****** lessons like a teacher ***** I didn't have to go to college to teach ***** but that doesn't mean I can't teach you ***** I was blessed wit this gift from God, thank you so much Heavenly Father, thank you so much Jesus Christ, Ayo we all can learn something from each other, we all sisters & brothers word, Uhh..
Let's come together, let's stand up to this curropted government system, rise up & destroy them..Uhh, Aye I usta be all alone man, so lonely stuck in my room writing hits all day, I been a big factor my ***** man I always been the man, Yeah..Uhh, I ain't conceited either my ***** I'm just saying I'm confident,.. (Yeah nigga*2)..
I just been (chasing my dreams & aspirations2)..I write (masterpieces2) Pablo Picasso type of **** if you don't know well now you know this is (Only For The Real*2)..Aye,..
/Im chasing my goals & aspirations2..(my goals & aspirations2)/*2
(Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now
(Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now
/Aye it doesn't matter what anybody gotta say about ya, forget a doubter let them hate man, if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it/*2
**** right..my *****
if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it..for real dawg..Ayr
You can become anything that you want my ***** for real dawg, gotta push yo self, uplift yo self if nobody else will, chase after hope & faith, chase (your goals 2), chase (your dreams2) & your aspirations, don't ever stop ***** Cuhz, (anything you put your mind too you can achieve it,*2) Yeah mane, you can..Uhh
***** I'm dreaming, I'm chasing hope & faith, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations/*3
(Goals & aspirations*3)..aye
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
is like no other early morning, man reborn, in the delivery
room of sky blue, the offsetting water deeper bluish hue,
the trim-all-around of the mixed salad greens of the staff's
scrubs as they usher in unity, with no imp-unity, the risks,
while the supervisory sky, disperses cumulus clouds in
peppercorn patterns of white chains, or big wide solitary
brushstrokes on a a ****** canvas, gettin' the feel in the
palm of the heft of brush, the viscosity of the paint, the day's
palette reflecting available colors in order to create a uni~cued
original of what has been painted an uncountable times before,
and before…
tho short weighted, was the sleep of the prior night's restful,
he awakes to the early morning light, the sounds of early
island rouse him, even, arouse him, for the August chill
foretells of the early onset of memory loss of the peculiarities
of this summered simmering, human warming and baking
and natural braking of the slowing of the heart rate, to better
accommodate, nature's hints and hidden reminiscences
of the true purpose of the summer's intervention upon our
collective and unique bottling, our individualized containers,
un~lidded, uncovered, eager for the fuel of sunrays replenish-
ing the length of our lives by the elixir of the summer
it is a chill 63 Fahrenheit at this time of day as we crossover
to the nigh day, from the cooling air conditions of dark,
the occasional helicopter intrudes upon the morning's calm,
the water placid, the geese honking regarding my watchful
rewarding presence, a slew, a bevy, of female vocalists, to
ease this transitory performance unfolding, and though one
feels the existential of his solitary singularity, as he thinks,
nay believes, he is the only one in attendance at this ritualized
emergence, he takes in the cool of, the heat of, the admixture
of both, the clashing integers of each, and he, fully invigorated,
goes silent, for once more, he has uncovered new combinations of
old words to accept and describe a new day's creation, miracle of miraculous, defying the odds of this ventures's success, his own continuance on this sheltered but open all around island implanted tween two tines of land, as if all the surroundings were created just to protect this, wholly holy place…
7:00am
Silver Beach
Shelter Island
Aug 19 2025
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
Freedom and independence are not synonymous
We have many freedoms
But zero independence
Independence is freedom
Freedom is not independence
What we celebrate is a false holiday
It's a cheap *** excuse to drink
And set **** aflame
What we celebrate is a false holiday
Once meant to portray
Our braking away
What we celebrate is a false holiday
That makes life seem like a joke
Because we've conformed too much
I have the freedom to say whatever
I **** well feel like
But I am not independent from fear
Or tyranny
This is America
Land of the stupid
Home of hatred
Everywhere I turn I see
Persecution
Oppression
For religion, *** and race
For orientations and confusions
For thought and for ideas
This is America
Not some fluffy dreamland
Like so many of us make it out to be
Yes I will be ready to admit
We are certainly freer than most
And yes, I will be ready to defend
My country with my words
But I can't sit on the sidelines
And just watch as my land falls to ****
"Happy Independence Day"
It breaks my heart that we have to declare a day
To recognize independence
It's a false independence we celebrate
I love the fireworks and the lightheartedness of it all
But it's ********
We shouldn't have to label a day
On a calendar
For historical emphasis
Woohoo Declaration of Independence
And all that jazz
But it no longer seems that way
Equality has never existed
This America, not an Aboriginal society
Pursuit of happiness is impossible
Because one person's happiness destroys another's
Liberty and justice for all?
Yeah right
Happy Independence Day to all who believe
But as for me
Independence my ***
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Into all this absurdism
I find myself wondering
Why I´m trying to understand
The non-existence of everything?
Watching some clouds
Empty spaces
By the light of the moon
Writing nonsense words
Mindfuck mind
Wake up and make a peep
Drop words between the lines
Why am I still here?
Strange ideas in my head
Writing my blues
Nice ride above us
Still showing more clues
Taking a walk on my deep side
Enjoying this ride
Psychedelic intercessions
Still open my mind wide
Nothing is enough
I can´t decide
Feelings and lines rough
What I wanna write
Looking for the meaning of nothing
Tasting more wine
Am I losing my senses?
It is Braking my mind
Seeking for a spiritual meaning
Waiting for sign of divine
Seeing my mind shining
Lost and blind
Falling in the middle of words
Deeply vibrant sense
Meaning of nothing
Suspension without suspense
Height intense
Verses are meaningless
Looking for the meaning of nothing
Again it makes a little zero sense
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
*for T.M.R.
our "fellow" southern friend*
the southern way,
she-poet
teaches me
via long distance
breaking of the
braking neural inhibitions of
the loudest silences
that only humans can
mistress
photos, stories,
Facebook posts
how the earth rebirths
taking unasked
unwitting but wisely
both of us
to be refreshed,
so verily
the southern way
sharing worldly
southern words
betraying a
more than
passing
(how I hate that word)
expertise
in spring colors
glorious to every sense,
best described
as nature's way to humanize what we wordily call
hopeful,
self-betraying herself by the
she -poets
innate
southern ways
calls me
northern boy
in a
true voice,
raconteuring,
quick retorting
always in the midst of
d r a wling stories,
about all crazy frogs
of Columbia County,
jumping multiple courses
all about
she-poets navigating
life erratic,
half ecstatic
yet singularity colored,
characteristic of a
ninety percent southern
Tennessee whiskey blues
hear clear
she-poets
welcoming swirling
undertow undertones
lying just above the calmest
morning water surface glistening
words betraying nothing,
yet saying
all in
between, in
pauses of
speckling sun drops spectacular
she-poet
has her places
in woods, knolls and
rarely visited mountains
where cold brooks and cold beers
southern sooth
in ways
I will likely,
wanting but unable,
never learn
to hear clear
the southern way
is never flex,
nerve never
never bend, smile,
still fighting
the prior lost cause
ignore the
cracks coverup
until and when
the afternoon sun
ceases to warm
the orchard porch
daylighting no longer
when no one is around
she-poet
weeps out loud alone
in the
southern way
and I,
northern boy,
student witness,
having obtained
a learner's permit
for her teachings
re
the southern wayfaring ways
of living life
weep along side
in my unsatisfactory
northern way,
learning that,
who knew,
tears are also
glue
anywhere
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
my 3rd vice
my catalyst for food restriction
desperate to sooth my shattered self image
daily bombarded by airbrushed perfect female beauty
braking my image of beauty and showing my cellulite
followed by overloading information about fixing me
regular exercise, beauty routines and Cal restricted diets
insecurity the new female epidemic
we fight for women's rights
and threw the baby out with the bath water
a basic human need
unmet and exploited
our legacy
the English standard
geneticly out of reach for women of color
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
This is for the doers and the seekers
the straight arrows and the tweakers
this is for the movers and the shakers
the hungry, unemployed and the money makers
this is for the girlfriends, and the secret ******
the ungentlemenly men and the ones who still hold doors
this is for listeners and the hearing deaf
the right wingers and for the liberal lefts
this is for the child who's awake at night afraid
and for the parents who'll regret not being there one day
this is for the academic scholars, and the high school dropouts
the meek, quiet talkers, and the ones who curse and shout
this is for the homeless and those braking banks to afford their mortgage rates
the healthy ones and the ones who's lives are in the hands of the fates
this is for the elderly and ones who's lives are not yet found
this is for you my brothers and sisters
for it takes all kinds to make the world go round
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC
trolling through
midnight streets
braking to avert
inflicted pedestrians
crawling to and from
pedestrian afflictions
I hope become fares
I am the vehicle
to next destinations
the portage to
an evenings
ravenous
end
Music Selection:
Ides of March
Vehicle
10/15/14
Oakland
jbm
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
It smells like loneliness outside.
The smell of a hot dog on a grill after a storm,
mingled with propane and cigarettes.
The smell of solitary.
A string of “cold and broken hallelujahs”
no longer dulls the senses.
It’s senseless anyway.
I eat my brown rice in front of the sink
and I am reminded of the taste of Play-Doh.
It’s funny how loneliness creeps in on the wind,
the cars’ wheels in the rain,
the braking of the bus,
scuttling of squirrels...
Maybe a hot tea or toddy
(maybe something stronger)
will keep this autumn-ness at bay.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
you see this little girl
walking down the street
you'd never know
its death she's trying to beet
because those kids at school will tell her she's not worth it
like she's second class
like she's not a person
I find i kind of funny
when these kids walk on they all want a friend and she could have been one
this little girl she'll g home and cry
call-in' out to god
'why cant I just die! everyone hates me, I'm just a waste of space, I am not loved and this time I've had enough
everyone turn's as she fights depression
the only way she can get someone to listen
is when se go's to confession
Like she had something to be ashamed of
when its the kids who make her want to take off
now she's sat up in her room looking out at the moon, sad that she has to go so soon but, she knows she cant take it anymore
"The world the sick one" she writes in her final words
all she ever wanted was to have fun
now she's braking down like a little kid
she cut at her wrist's she's had enough this
her body hits the ground she had enough of It
now she is gone d you really think that its over
because she's the dead one?
I find it kind of funny
that you think that its over
its a soldier that she needed
and I failed her, but I will fight on
even when she's gone
for the kids who don't have one
my soared is my song as this winds to an end I will never back down even when theirs no sight of an end I mad a promise to fight and I will fight till my end
I just want you to know
their is someone who cares
and if you need
I will forever be their
till the vary end
you don't have to be scared
you dont have to be scared
just take a deep breath, close your eyes
I cant tell you it'll get better
but for now I'll be your reason why
and if I ask can you do me just one thing?
just don't give up, after losing her I've had enough
I know I seem tuff
but I cant take it if you go
if I could I would put us in hand cuffs
to let you know that if you jump were both going down
down,.....down
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
steel is what controls me,
steel emotions wrapped in spikes,
steel skin holding you back
steel eye hiding my vision
but I'm growing tired of steel
I'm angry at its coldness, the grey flesh and cold heart
the agony of never being warm,
my friends are the same,
we draw our time from the fix,
lets melt ourselves down
I'm braking free
me and my barbed wire birds
I'm done sitting on the fence of angst but not being sure
if I can climb over
I'm done being a nothing following the crowd between rows
of steel and barbed wire
I'm done dancing between laser beams
and nightmare filled dreams
I'm taking my heart in my hands and running ,
Ill treat it like water slipping through my fingers and the only way to survive is by running faster.
so much faster.
Ill not let my heart slip through my fingers as my wings begin to spread me and my pack
of barbed wire birds,
our wings are made of corrugated iron folded to points
and the motion of flying stings my soul
but ill fly
you'll watch me glide
we will dive of the edge our hearts in hands
god
you'll see me fly, broken bleats from broken wings
bound together with the lust for more then to feel steel against my skin
because I'm flying northbound for warmer skies
lets glide past the the equator and through the tropics
I want to feel the heat that would melt a man
we are the hearts
we are the gods
the deity's of my minds
ill build shrines to myself just to scream
WE ARE THE HEARTS
my soul beats free as my barbed wire wings
no longer am i wrapped in steel
Ill take you with me, swap your heart for mine
scream like banshees
a technicolor passion drives me forwards
we will lay down ourselves to show you
as you sit waltzing through your strip wire fences
Ill turn them to wings ill float so high above you..
Ill scream at the 5 am light and bring up the sun
the world is yours
I am no longer a sheep
guided by lack of sleep
we are a pack
guided by our hearts
by our love
powered by our bleeding
battered
damaged
broken
barbed wire wings
L.G
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
WHEN WINTER COMES IN SUMMER
WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FOREVER
THAT'S WHEN ILL STOP LOVING YOU
THAT'S WHEN ILL STOP LOVING YOU
I'M SURE YOU HEARD THESE WORDS BEFORE
AND I KNOW ITS HARD FOR YOU TO TRUST
THEM ONCE MORE
YOU'RE AFRAID IT ALL MIGHT END
AND A BROKEN HEART IS SCARED
OF BRAKING AGAIN
BUT YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME, ILL
NEVER LEAVE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER CRY LONG AS I AM THERE
AND I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE
YOU WILL NEVER BE WITHOUT LOVE
WHEN WINTER COMES IN SUMMER
WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FOREVER
THAT'S WHEN ILL STOP LOVING
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
YOU,YEAH
AS LONG AS SUNLIGHT LIGHTS THE SKY
LIGHT OF LOVE WILL BE FOUND IN THESE
EYES OF MINE
AND I WILL SHINE THAT LIGHT FOR YOU
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE, ILL EVER GIVE
THIS HEART TO
WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS NOTHING
WILL CHANGE THIS
THERE BE NO TIME THAT YOU WON'T FIND ME
THERE
CAUSE I''LL ALWAYS BE THERE
YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE ALL MY LOVE
WHEN WINTER COMES IN SUMMER
WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FOREVER
WHEN LIES BECOME THE TRUTH
WELL YOU'LL KNOW BABY
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
YOU
WHEN THIS WORLD DOES'NT TURN ANYMORE
WHEN ALL THE STARS ALL DECIDE TO STOP
SHINNING
T'IL THEN I'M GONNA BE BY YOU'R SIDE
I'M GONNA BE LOVING YOU FOREVER,
EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE
I'M GONNA BE LOVING YOU
FOREVER,EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE
OH YEAH,YEAH,YEAH
WELL THEN YOU KNOW BABY
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
WHEN WINTER COMES IN SUMMER
WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FOREVER
WHEN LIES BECOME THE TRUTH
WELL YOU'LL KNOW BABY
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
WHEN WINTER COMES IN SUMMER
WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FOREVER
WHEN LIES BECOME THE TRUTH
WELL YOU'LL KNOW BABY
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING
THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC
At a time where it seems so very hard, for me just to feel alive.
all I wanted then, was to drive
As ridiculous as it seems
it was the stuff of my dreams
all I needed was my car and vacant 4am roads.
Going through the gears, as if they were my final years
piston tatted-ring finger; hand firmly wrapped around the wheel
braking late into the corner
locking up the alloy steel wheels on my automobile
the tires squeal
waltzing them back into rotation as I find the threshold
clutch in
twist of the leg at the hip, I blip the throttle with my heel
down into second
one swift movement
un-burnt fuel erupts in the pipes.
blitzing through the off ramp
keeping it tight, clipping the manhole cover in the apex
pedal flat coming out, bounce the tach' as its not worth the upshift
pitch the car into the long sweeping overpass bend
the back end kicks out on decel'
counter steer and slam the accelerator back into the bare metal floor
front wheels clawing in the direction that I please
keys slapping my knees
straighten out and I ease her back home.
reverse down into the narrow; dimly lit garage
as I climb out, I can feel the heat radiating from the machine I built
hot oil ticking as it finds its way back to the pan
I stand and watch my car slowly disappear behind the garage door
it is but another night survived
for both of us.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
If I were to write about you
I’d write about the stars
and how beautiful they look
and how beautiful you looked under them
I’d write about summer love
and spring
and fall
and winter
I’d write about arguments
And mistakes
I’d write about all the things i should have said
and all the times i didn't have too
I’d write about how songs remind me
and movies
And people
and places
and adjectives
and parts of speech
and worst of all you remind me of you
I’d write about the beginning
and the end
and that wonderful in-between
id write about how you made me smile
and made me cry
I’d write about broken hearts
and braking hearts
and having to piece them back together
I’d write about you
and about me
and about us
and what we used to be
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:30 PM UTC
Headaches
Longdays
Of thoughtless thinking
Turn left at the corner
Right at the sidewalk
Then end up on the steps of
Nowhere
Did so much
To accomplish less than a days work
Stop talking to me
Words for hours
Actions not seen
Your support couldn't hold my dreams
Step back
Then maybe
I could step out
Out of crumbling castle you call home
Built on credit
Not made of material things
Please listen to this harsh reality
You have to do something
To get it done You can't stand in one spot
And expect to move on
Two devils on my shoulder
Full of disbelief
Screaming
Scratching
Prying
Interweaving there thoughts with mine
But those tides are over now
The sun has risen over the horizon
And my eyes work just fine
Chaos muffled by the beauty of this scene:
Braking out of generational defeat
To be free
Or not be…
caged
I am(as the hippies would say)
High as a kite
And I like it
Wouldn't even fathom
Reacquainting myself
With soil beneath my feet
Again I say
To be free
Is the only options I will receive
This question I perceive
How many field lengths
Will I run
To overcome the pain and suffering
Caused by dysfunctional parenting
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.
milk the silence.
fingertips trace the
splintered podium.
clear my throat,
once,
twice.
"We shoulduh' seen this coming."
great opener.
**"Our end was scored
by symphonies of sitcoms,
reality television, coffeehouse blenders,
and fanatical braking.
Our pride in resilience was the
spark that lit the powder keg.
Foreigners couldn't stop us,
for we stopped letting 'em in years ago.
Time couldn't stop us,
for our bodies are made of plastic,
and words don't dent us,
for our emotions are backed by
the most stubborn of metals.
We broke love when we were still young.
All us boys were aiming for quick fixes,
and all you girls were aiming for margarita mixes.
Ladies decided they wanted to nest around the
smoking age,
and if they were attractive enough,
us boys bit.
We all got divorced.
We all got into politics.
Some of us died for a country,
but none of us are sure why.
Some of us ran from debt,
some recorded folk songs on laptops,
some sexed their way out,
some drank themselves to death.
We shoulduh' seen this coming.
But we didn't, so that makes you and I, the idiots.
The smart ones had foresight,
and departed us early.
Now we idiots look to the murderous sky,
and wait."**
all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.
milk the silence.
i raise my arms up,
as though the crowd is crucifying me.
they want to finish their burgers.
they want to stroke each other's egos.
they want to pass the blame on some
distant land,
and stick boots up ***** and wave a few flags.
**"So civilization doesn't get to rust,
it goes out in a flash and is carried away as dust.
Mankind annihilates itself in a fit of boredom.
Get stoked for the funeral pyre."**
all eyes,
all on the ground.
all skin,
all plastic skin did melt.
all forgotten dreams,
all torn from hidden seams.
all the thin, the fat, the republican, the democrat,
all the white, the black, the chinese,
the arabs, the jews, the druggies,
the christians, the monkeys, mtv stars,
toilet seats, pamphlets,
all the newsreels, dvds,
collector's editions, suvs,
all fuse together,
all in one immaculate heat.
no one even got a chance to applaud.
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
Prescription by Mother Nature
Soma that lasts for as long as you dream
Medicine without side effects
Caviar with no expense
A state of mind
That takes you anywhere your imagination pleads
Being able to become whoever you want
Even not a human being
Travelling the world at the speed of light
Braking the barriers of distance and time
A conversation with those who for long have died
An unlimited world of happiness
Brought upon the hiding of the sun
The rising of the moon
And the twinkling of the stars
Pathway to heaven
Caviar with no expense
State of mind
Taking you to the limit of your imagination
Unlimited world of happiness
That begins as you close your eyes
Allowing your brain to take you
To the grand tour of your life
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
A timepiece moves
Fluttering wings
Time…
Now lands
And,...
Angels sing.
A moment …
Now,
… is still;
It is the close of a day.
And,…now
My heart is braking
Now, You are…
Gone away.
My, sweet old… bulldog
You always... made me safe;
With you. I was not all alone
In my dark... and solemn place.
Now… it is goodbye
I reach out
I touch your hair
Thank You...
My Old Bulldog
For all the time we had to share.
One last time
My old friend
I kiss
Your loving face
… You now sleep.
Till,... Again we meet
In some far...
Far distant place.
Fluttering wings
Angels sing
Time…
Is
Still;
Today.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
I wanted to see
See who you are
Who we ought to be
What we should've been
But there you go
Once again
I remember this pain
I remember your words
Your promises
You amaze me
How easily you trap me, everytime
Will I ever really let it go
Will I ever let it be enough
What are the limits
*what are our limits
Will I keep your love
Or can I give my heart a break
Wait...
Is that the same thing?
Braking my heart...
Wait no...
That's not what I meant
I meant rest
But I guess,
Why not,
Once again..
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
What went so wrong in your life, little rabbit?
why do my headlights beckon you so?
why do you long, long, little rabbit
to be swept violently undertow?
my heart goes out to you
i sigh
as the thought plays
behind my eyes
you furry little guys
coming home, beating wives
hating lives, thinking twice
living lies
you capsize
is that why
you want to leave it all behind?
life goes on, bunny buddy
take that to heart and grow
my night filled with swerving
and shaking & braking
ends more than
your "right now" problems, you know
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
Sometimes I imagine that you could use a flat blade knife and separate parts of my body.
Like an anatomical model, an arm in half, a wrist entirely off.
An outmoded coloured wax model. Perhaps, a very old one. A decorated one with human or horse hair, closed eyelids and uncomfortable lips, and like those ancient roman ones, thinning sheens of paint on top.
The blade would slip through neatly, perhaps catching friction as it passes the block of soap texture, and leaves grimy residue on the knife.
You can see the vessels.
They are not clean.
Like my soul there are very nearly translucent scrapes and patches of liquid. Some days the liquid spills out.
Some days I just want to clean out. I want to purge, but I know I will just melt and the mistakes will be just as visible. You will see the marks that look like mouse's claws or pincers where I have pulled apart the skin trying to work out what went wrong. Doing some kind of surgery. Inside tying double sided sticky tape and chips of plastic, driving them in deep and forgetting about them.
When you say those things I can't be big anymore. If I'm tired you make me cry. Salt crisps up my intestines.
You make me imagine what it would be like to plunge a knife into my stomach.
I bet it would be satisfying like the braking of chocolate. Cracking of value bars.
But I have to remember that you are the organs thrown out at the end of the day, sloshing around in the bucket and I deserve to be preserved and anything that had been cried over or crafted is better than a remote controlled car. Stop telling me that it's not.
It's not as if I'm trying to be a petal or a fragment of netting fallen off a ballerina's skirt.
I've chosen to hover above the blades. I am nothing so frivolous. Feeling at home in a web of metal coated in paisley oven gloves. I am safe here. In fact I'm glad that thick haze separates us. You will never be able to find somewhere so tranquil. It makes me happy that there is no possibility that we can meet in the middle. It just makes it easier to keep the space, without the concern of some congealing platelets tethering to a surface which was never there.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
Breaking in to jail
I read an article in the newspaper
About this women that tried
To break in to jail…
The paper said she was
Intoxicated and was arrested
For braking in to jail
So in the end she ended
Up ware she wanted to
Be.
But I don't believe she was
Intoxicated at all
I believe she felt it was
Her only safe place to be
That the world was her jail
She was sick of all the
Judgmental looks of her
Peers.
She was tired of taking
The physical abuse
From her family
She was tired of being
Abandoned from her
So called friends
That her tiny confided
Jail cell was the
Busy booming streets
Of downtown.
When she tried to break
Into jail
She was really trying
To escape her jail
And in the end she made
It and that's all that
Really matters.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC