"bummers" poems
Oh grudges how much I hate you
Ruining people's live
Is that so fun to you ?
Oh bummers
Oh grudges, can we stop this game ?
You're hurting me and my friend
With wound and scars that is never healed
Why Imprint everyone's mind with hatred and guilt?
Oh grudges, why are you so wicked?
Stop playing with my heart
Like a toy, it breaks
Stop hiding and go away.
I do not need you in my life
For as long as I live
I just want peace and quiet
Is that just so hard to give ?
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Science, you beauty!
Be it the missions to Mars
or those yummy chocolate bars
Be it the gadgets we use, or the comfort of shoes
The magic of airplanes, or cars shooting down lanes
what have you not, in your armory got
what more will you show, to us bewildered does
Our jaws are on the floor, tingling in our toes
when you unveil your magic, we can only squawk like crows
Speechless and breathless, your discoveries leave us
Joy is ours, when you unveil the covers
of the magic of nature, that wickedly smart creature
Such is the comfort, that you have gifted us bummers
that we do as we please, lathering on the grease
no cause to hide, for we have science on our side!
Science, you beauty!
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
The bartender, poor bartender, he fixes the drinks
For the music lovers, the cigarette bummers, the girls with the silly winks.
He smiles as he serves them all, but we know what he really thinks
As he runs his fingers through his hair, working out the kinks.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
Simplistic majestic magician
That weaves cloth
Of nothing that is supposed fine
Round about fanatics
With no one around
But the mechanics
We are the lost age
With no sage but the voice
Of a 70's page
We revolt against
Nothing
But the sins of common human torture
Could it be?
Could it be?
That we have reached a modern
Utopia washed over with numbers and bummers?
"Eee gad!" screams the man
"Too bad!" says the unclad band
"So sad!" says the rest of the pickled sand
Young reefs bubbling in a restless wheeze
Torture awaits the man that sits in ye' pasture
Time is no friend of yours or
Mine
Bricks break faster then the heart does
For they build buildings
Where hearts can break
Inside themselves
As doves shatter in winged' flight
All the while blinking alone
In the blankness of the starry hot night
Ohh Demetrius that awaited a party
That never got started
Because he believed it was cool to be tarty
Too see is to
See
What your head
Wants to believe
Another night past round the blast
Where Chicago blistered bleakly
And the lights were turned right out
Out and fast and out and cast
Fish a' bleedin' orange
Orange and rocky sands
A letter opened itself
To a lover that did not
Want to feel or see
She read it out loud
To the pitch of a sound
She never meant to reach
Imaginary sentimentalists
That persuade themselves
That they are no man
Nor hold no
Robotic hand
They are
The children
Of the
Evolution
Evolution.
What a silly
Bourgeois
Excuse
To me
Tis' just another excuse
To fend off
The
Noose
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM UTC
King crest folded the leaves to his breast
ANOTHER TEST, ANOTHER TEST
A shared sermon for the peasants and the slaves
They call this hormones but I think their bummers
Now with the political rallies rolling like dice games
And leader and commanders breaking up their own fame
We sit around and twiddle what thumbs we have left
Why not result to a life of petty civilized theft?
There is no reason for treason unless paid off right
A smile from anyone is worth any price
Streets hiss with the white whistle of truck mist
Mind don't matter if the scissor is made of batter
Nod off if your putt off by the way the girls talk round' here
At night the howl of the moon is nothing but the clatter
Of a rusted
*****
Spoon
Cob webs made of calm cool make their way
Into my imaginations drool
A spool of silk is spilt from the hands of hounds
Devil trespassers, trust not
Their masters
Each hour has past and each our of the future is spent
We twirl like we rule but our time here in history
(Booy said this one)
Means nothing at all
Battered souls wave chipped and damaged bats
Baseball players used to smoke and be fat
The human soul in a uniform and winning
Drinking and sinning yet every night
Beginning
Fast is as fast does for the fuzz mumbles he's "numb"
Find the wife laid in pipe neck deep in a family fought strife
Therapy is broken cause' she forgot her morning coffee
Thank God the tile still knows how to do some talkin'
Help is spilt cross' the floor like milk is poured
God's know they were born into a life of nothing more
Greek speaks bout' feats and lies amore
Tell me, dear mister, lead a life of fear or a life of bore?
Hot twilight
Morning maelstrom
Love is a loser's game
Love is
A
One way
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
Grab a hold, Take a seat,
Put ya feet up, please stay.
Freshly told, Of the heat,
Raise ya cheek up, and pray.
Captured you, In a trance,
And I'll one, two, and three.
Thoughts are new, So they prance,
As I float in seas grief.
Checked myself, Checked my rhymes,
Checked my spellings and flows.
Now I delve, Swim swirl times,
Heck, I can't smell, my nose!
Allergies up north, Make me suffer,
But my summer's been nice.
Freely float up forth, Rake a cluster,
Rut with bummers, their vice.
I cannot distinguish, The difference between,
Reality and this dream.
Longly I languish, the hindrance of dreams,
They quickly burst at their seems.
And I have surely missed out, broken my rhyme, there it goes.
My structure is dead, the synapses connections snapped,
Focus lost over the falls of my eyelids;
Down my nose,
Into the soft fall reservoir;
Where it stirs and gets bubbled through the seeps of my lips;
Never to come out as thought for food,
But lost forever in the unfinished idea limbo.
It's a sad night of expression here tonight, I fear.
Night buds.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC