"burt" poems
UMMMMMMMMM SAVE US FROM THESE ONLINE KILLERS
UMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO ENJOY THE FUTURE OF TECHNOLOGY
UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE SAVE OUR YOUNG, UMMMMMMM THEY ARE TREATED LIKE TOYS
UMMMMMMMMM STOP THESE INTERNET PREDATORS, UMMMMMM FROM GETTING THEIR WAY WITH VICTIMS
UMMMMMMMMM THE COMPUTER ISN’T A TOY, IT CAN BE DANGEROUS, DON’T LET MY OLD ME, IN ANY OF YOU
I DON’T WANT PEOPLE GETTING ME WRONG UMMMMMMMMM I WANT ANY SIDE OF KIDNAPPER OUT OF ME
UMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY UMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE COUNCIL BRETT’S FAMILY
UMMMMMMMMM THESE INTERNET PREDATORS MUST BE STOPPED, UMMMMMMMM BURT IT’S HARD TO STOP THEM
UMMMMMMMMM YOUTUBE IS FUN AND UMMMMMMMMM DONE IN THE RIGHT WAY, FACEBOOK IS FUN
UMMMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES, BE CAREFUL, UMMMMMMM YOUNG DUDES BE CAREFUL
UMMMMMMMMM DON’T MAKE STRANGE FRIENDS, UMMMMMMM CHOOSE YOUR MATES CAREFULLY
UMMMMMMMMMM CAUSE, THIS IS A HORRIBLE EVENT UMMMMMMM HELP GIVE EVERYONE PROPER COMPUTER CLASSES
UMMMMMMMMMM ON HOW TO HAVE FUN ON COMPUTER UMMMMMMM MY DAD WHO DIED AND BORN AGAIN AS ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL
UMMMMMMMMMM ALWAYS TRIED TO UNDERSTAND TECHNOLOGY UMMMMMM DON’T LET INNOCENT BOYS BE CAPTURED BY COMPUTER GEEKS
UMMMMMMMMMM NO COMPUTERS ARE FUN, SOCIAL MEDIA IS FUN UMMMMMM BUT PREDATORS ARE DANGEROUS
UMMMMMMMMMM DON’T LET WHAT HAPPENED TO BRETT, HAPPEN TO YOU, UMMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN, UMMMMMMM TECHNOLOGY IS FUN
UMMMMMMMMM BUDDHA ATHENA AND CROBUS, WHO IS ME, TO STOP ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THE HANDS ON OUR YOUNG
UMMMMMMMMM EVEN IF THEY ARE YOUNG THEMSELVES, UMMMMMMMMMM YEAH, BRING US PEACE FROM STUPID PREDATORS
UMMMMMMMMMM I AIN’T COOL TO **** UMMMMMMMMMM LIKE THE MAN DOING BURNOUTS IN THE CARPARK UMMMMMMM IT MIGHT LOOK FUN
UMMMMMMMMMM BUT IT COULD’VE KILLED THAT LADY, UMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, UMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT
UMMMMMMMMMMM IS IT REALLY WORTH IT, TO **** FOR TECHNOLOGY, UMMMMMMMMM IT DOESN’T IMPROVE THE WORLD
UMMMMMMMM TO SEE ONLINE PREDATORS, GET THEIR WAY, UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Mín trega rapul við vegur av vatnast,
og blóðig gráta niðast báði og mín føvningur.
Mín glæstri oygdur svíkja mín ektaður grunur,
for Í føla so dimmi, álvuligur.
Innan Í skjóla.
Og innan har, Í fella burt, sum um Í hava tær doyggja,
og fella, um enn sum a dreygur fella.
Tú bjarga meg frá sjálvur.
Innan mín dimmi dagur, tú kom for meg.
Mín lethe. Mín ást. Mín vindrongur.
Takkar.
~Translation~
My pain falls by way of tears of water from my eyes,
and ****** tears down both of my arms.
My shining eyes betray my true thoughts,
for I feel so dark, not very happy.
Inside I hide.
And in there, I swooned away, as if I had been dying,
and fell away, even as a dead body falls.
You save me from myself.
In my darkest days, you came for me.
My lethe. My love. My friend.
Thank you.
(Inspired by Turid Torkilsdottir by Tyr and also one small part taken from "Dante's Inferno" The Epic Poem.)
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC
Her breath tasted like an odd combination of
****
*****
orange juice
and menthols
Her stubble scratched at my chin
Her hands gripped my waist
(almost as hard as mine gripped hers)
She laughed at I got drunker
My back was bruised from the fence at the edge of the stage
where she pressed into me
where the mass of dancing bodies pressed into her from behind
I loved those bruises when morning came
And maybe there's something wrong with me
but the fact that she had two hickeys on her neck
both the size of my palm
both still purple
Only made me want to kiss her more
And maybe there's something wrong with me
but I knew how to move my body
How to rub our hips together
My body was an expert already
but my lips were so inexperienced
I drove home that night and I didn't think about you
How you'd turn your cheek when we tried to kiss
But you'd stick your hand down my pants with excitement
How I was always your ***** little secret,
But she held my hand in public
I didn't think about your combination of
Apple Cinnamon Lotion
Tea Tree Oil Shampoo
and Mango Burt's Bees Chapstick
I thought instead of how her cherry red lipstick
stained the end of my cigarette
And reminded me that I
Don't love you
Anymore.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
The long white curtain is still hanging on. The baby still
sleeping somewhere in all of that. I don’t mind
a thing. I don’t mind at all. See how slow and good
it can be? He says and points to my gizzard. The one he
insists upon me having. The same one I have given up insisting I don’t.
I’m addicted to the pith and gaff of his arguments,
how stalwartly he rows them down the narrow
passage of our trying not to hurry banter. I curl into the slow
lilt of how he doesn’t mind strolling around inside of promises,
like Burt showing Mary Poppins another chalk Paris. Look! A
riverboat! Lights and parasols. Pretty lovers laughing on the prow.
We’re both still wearing your T-shirt
inside the stewpot dreaming we do between sex. Aprons
and porches, babies and waterfalls.
The kinds of props you bandit from other people’s dreams.
Shorthand for lovers, with an hour to prove they exist.
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 7:12 AM UTC
before you make another rash decision
(before my heart falls right out of my toes)
think about the night you showed up on my doorstep
wrapped up in your oh my god i need you's
eyes big and bloodshot and my heart on your tongue
i’m a believer in the past
but my lungs shouldn't breathe out nostalgia, rather than carbon dioxide
I've killed too many plants and frankly I'm starting to die myself
check your winter coat pockets and make sure
that tucked away with your peppermint wrappers and crumpled parking passes
there aren't any memories too good to forget
(I couldn't forget you if I tried)
i bet if i went through your shelves i’d find
my ponytail holders and Burt’s bees kisses and words that read
“we loved each other before we even knew we did”
so lets stop the running and the faking and the decision making
lets just be
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
When Oedipus sees a ****** love
And holds hands in his womb
You'll find me ripe with love
Mary's little protégé
Glowing with hatred.
................................................
She comes up gasping for air
A lucid smile plastered on her pure face
Finely ground, strong as coffee, worn and burt.
A sacrilegious offering.
................................................
It's days like this
When the air is sharp and rips my lungs with glass
(sharper than his eyes once were)
That I mistake myself for a *****
................................................
For infinity, or so, I will walk this coast
One step after another
Feet friendly with the hard ground
Back burning with arrows flung down from a suspended Hell.
................................................
Is Hell a place or state of mind?
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 1:22 AM UTC
There once was a **** called Burt
Who said that he'd never been hurt
He falls for The Prom Queen
Who ****** the whole ball team
Poor Burt now knows she's a flirt.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Where I’m From
I am from mosquito lotion
From Burt’s Bees and soft jazz.
I am from dancing with my grandfather on the wooden floor
(My feet, bare, pink with tiny toes
Stepping on his shiny shoes as we twirled.)
I am from the rainy mornings
The hiding places
Where no one thinks to look,
And I sit and wait - alone but not lonely.
I am from the indecisiveness and good humour
From the boy who owned only wooden shoes and the lady with the diamonds
I’m from forget me nots,
And the kiss me goodnights.
I’m from the hurt knees and Starry Starry Nights
With a special dedication to you
And I’ll believe in what I want to, thank you very much.
I am from the middle seat to the left of the dinner table,
Second-is-best and Jollibee.
From the comfortable silence
To the “authentic” family ghost stories.
The childhood my father gave up to be able to grow up
And support his family.
I am from the crumbly track,
Fastening sharp spikes on the bottom of my shoes,
The jumpy nerves as I approach my starting block.
From the thump of my heart, my shoes slapping the ground in a rhythm I know so well.
From the rush, the thrill of crossing that finish line.
Watching the day surrender to night, my team stands beside me.
And still I am running
On my shelf I keep a blank notebook
Waiting to be filled with secret fears, adventures and bigger-than-life dreams.
No one knows it exists.
If they find it, they’ll know I want to escape.
I am from these fitful nights,
The toss and turn but don’t wake me ups.
The wanting to be a dream catcher, not just a dream passerby.
In dreams I find no one molding me for a legacy, for a perfect GPA, for a successful future;
Complete control.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
I always carry a pen in my pocket.
I watch I Love Lucy reruns when I’m upset.
Chocolate is my obsession, my “péché migon.”
I listen to quiet chatter and music without lyrics when I’m trying to focus.
I am far from a picky eater, but I cannot stand ketchup or licorice.
Watching Gilmore Girls religiously for five years taught me that life is too short to talk slowly enough for people to understand you.
I find the world hilarious.
Making it easy for people to laugh with me is my goal.
I ogle over Ducky from Pretty in Pink with my best friend every time I need a reminder that not all boys are ****
I want to walk down the aisle holding a bouquet of stargazer lilies, as my mom did before me, and I lose myself in Degas’ “L’étoile” every so often.
Burt’s Bees honey lip balm reminds me of my childhood Winnie-the-Pooh scratch-and-sniff book.
Every cup of Constant Comment tea, pair of jeans that fits perfectly, night spent listening to rain hit the roof, and run through damp grass with bare feet reminds me that life is beautiful.
Once, I ate so much pineapple I burned the lining of my mouth.
I cried the first time I heard “Save Us” by Cartel and saw the ending of Cyrano de Bergerac in French.
I am going to marry the genius who invented cinnamon brown sugar Pop Tarts.
Everyday, when I leave the house, I blow a kiss to the picture of Walter Payton my dad hung above the doorway to our garage.
When on vacation, my family and I buy pastries and coffee and walk in front of a jewelry store, attempting to recreate the scene from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Life should be a little crazy most of the time.
I may seem difficult to live with, but I’ve shared a room with my little sister for fifteen years, and she only hates me sixty-three percent of the time.
I hope that you are up for a few good laughs and an extraordinary year.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
a while back, i grew a mustache.
i thought maybe,
just maybe it would make me a better person.
like Burt Reynolds.
the power of the mustache,
the responsibilities
were not known to me.
one look in the mirror, and i knew...
money would no longer be an issue.
ladies? no problem.
i went out and bought a $1200 camera,
on a whim.
that was all my money,
and like a child with a new toy
i was distracted for a short while.
guess it was worth it.
as it turns out, i could not handle the power.
now my money is gone,
and the ladies did not dig it.
so i sit here,
with a razor burn
and a thousand pictures
of empty beer-bottles.
what a fiasco.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
oh see,
i will take this outlet
[this two pronged outlet
one of you and one of me]
to reply because
i picked up the phone today
and called someone else
thinking
"oh hell i'll warm up a bit
before i dive into this-
i mean, i want to get
my personality right
don't i?
I MEAN DON'T I?!?!?!?
WHO THE HELL AM I ANYMORE?!?!?!?!"
panic set in.
i called my dad.
he's always calming.
we talked about christmas ****
what he wants. what mom wants.
it calmed me down.
i figured out who i am:
i'm just a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude,
not breaking character til we're done the DVD commentary.
[paraphrased of course cuz I don't plagiarize.]
i'll call you
but how late will you be awake?
i'll call you
but what are you doing right now?
i'll call you
but why am i nervous?
i'll call you
but aren't we all one Being?
i'll call you
but but but but but but burt but but but but but but but but but
don't you have home work
or something better to do
than listen to me preach
and flap flap flap flap
and not hug me again
and not listen to me
or are you listening to me
or am i neurotic
or is it all smoke and mirrors
and seriously i'm coughing uncontrollably
and you'd think i'm crazy
but it's that holiday season
and for the next handful of weeks
i've got a handful of excuses
of why and how and what and how
but burdens only stack up
and i've released literally every single one
except i'm still replaying josh ritter in my head
and the car ride home from that purple chair
and the walk around the duck.
[not stopping for breathing
or trimming my toe nails,
which started growing again.]
and LA and Delaware and pencilwania and where we met on that pier at that show in socal and house of blues and mini golf and lists and names and places and "there's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried."
and i'll call you
but will you answer?
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
i am an adult, and i am ok
i hate old misery gutses winging all day
you see i am a cool adult oh yeah
i live my life to the full, like it’s a big adventure
people are calling me a big fat boy, and i hate it so much
burt i am a cool adult anyway
i think i am better than anyone else
cause i like helping the homeless
while i asm trying to get people to help the poor with me
so they don’t be a **** that they are today
you see i hate pats voice in my head
cause i really liked him, and they are trying to turn me off him ya see
like i know i am an adult, but i am not awn old biddy
i don’t wanna be a cool kid, cause cool kids bully, and i am no bully
i love my life too much to bully anyone
my dad was a weird kind of fellow,
treating me like the cool kid, i never wanted to be
when i was young i wanted to be a cool kid, now an adult
i am an adult, i told my dad, in the cosmos
and dad is now a little girlie, betty, oh dear betty
ya see, i am living my life right buddy ole chum ole pal
i am an adult
adults don’t discipline
adults are creative like me
adults are nice like me
i like patrick when we were younger
we joked around together about TV shows and watched FOOTY together
and partied together, and cause of all that, i was wanting pat to
come to the nightclub or the club with me
that is when his voice started saying, I AM NOT YA DADDY
please, i am not trying to force patrick to be my daddy
i thought we were good mates or friends
please don’t give me delusions like dad, patrick was nice to me
i am living alright without him as a mate, but it would be great
to get rid of that daddy figure, out of him, and me
because dad is dead, and i went crazy before dad died, ok
throwing my iPad over the balcony, i still like computers
i am no woosey for life, dad hated that, i felt it was the reason why he died
so he can tease me with his next life
i hate dad putting his daddy in my mate patrick,
because, my mental illness still forces me to be crazy
only rich arrogant ***** are nasty to me
dad was a **** ok
i never really made him smile
if anything, i want dads next life to sort of make him understand
what i visioned, but in the next 6 years, ok
i will help the force treat dad like a shy girl
how does it feel DAD
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
(Try singing this poem to Dionne Warwick's version of "Alfie," by Burt Bacharach and Hal David.)
Somehow you went wrong, Lindsey.°
Don't you feel like the president's chump?
Don't you feel he's wrong, stringing you along, Lindsey?
Strange things happen when you deal with Trump.
You once said he was unfit,
And if he was so unfit, Lindsey,
Then what happened to make him the man?
There can be no doubt what this is about, Lindsey.
How did a foe become his biggest fan?
I guess it doesn't matter if you've got no pride, Lindsey.
How can you live with yourself?
Can it be that Putin has some dirt on you, too,
That you want to hide, Lindsey?
Your odd behavior baffles us, Lindsey.
Wait till you're thrown under the bus. You will be, Lindsey.
If a fool is what you want to be,
Say good-bye to dignity, Lindsey.
Lindsey…
-by Bob B (10-28-19)
°Lindsey Graham, Senator from South Carolina
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YidCdaLPPR8
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
surges thru me,
when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words
as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)
from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears
asper myself, which purported nun
sense ink reese sees learn'n
den earn an award,
especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust
from eraser head could awk cord,
I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess
tubby a model United Nations chimp
pan zee, and/or other
type of survey monkey hook can huff ford
Old Rotten Gotham horde
sliding down into the behavioral sink...
exclaiming "oh me jack lord"
and getting rescued then getting less on,
sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)
tubby comb moored
flossed, milled, and taut
tubby trained for Operation Ready Date
by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured
salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),
part tickly ne'r the end
wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured
until emotionally, physically,
and spiritually enlightened
By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Silver alert, silver alert
the gold Ford is gone
we hope she's not hurt
Silver alert, silver alert
Grandmas run off
with her new boyfriend Burt
Silver alert, silver alert
Burt's a gold digger
a real piece of dirt
Yes silver alert, yes silver alert
we hope the cops find her
with her monies unhurt
Oh my, silver alert, silver alert
don't spend our inheritance
on Burt, the pervert
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
I am.
I am the sun, the wind, the stars and the clouds.
I am the
Loser
The
Winner
And the
Achiever.
I am the tragedy that no one has had the courage to face yet.
I am
The songs that you sing at night.
Soft and sweet.
I am the bass that you hear in your truck.
Loud, aggressive.
Pugnacious.
I am a dreamer.
I’m the only one left.
The only one willing to go out
and say that
I
Am
Everything that I want to be.
I am everything.
I am the shape of an hourglass.
With the skin of a dancer, in the sun all day.
I have the eyes of an Egyptian story teller.
Greens. Browns, burt oranges, and gold.
I am tall, and strongly built.
I am beautiful.
I am me.
I don’t care if you do not have the same opinion as myself, you’ll get over it.
I am important.
Smart.
Driven.
I am
All the things I have accomplished.
And hope to accomplish.
I am.
Simply
Indefinitely
Me.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
get on your knees; this position, supplicative and ****** is one you will come to own over the course of lovers both male and female and religions both Christianity and Islam.
you forgot what it was like, always being different; you were the only nonwhite kid in church for well over a decade, and when you urbanized, finding a new, ethnically homogenous clique to call your own, you thought you were Home.
then he kissed you, and your sexuality fractured into a thousand tiny pieces bearing the cool pressure of his lips against yours and the flavor of Burt's Best Bees Lip Balm and the acrid aftertaste of Godiva Dark Chocolate.
you haven't felt so alone since your kindergarten years, and yet-
You Are Free, for the first time in a long time.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
these guys
i knew
were joy
that Burt
drew an
intel from
the skull
that blitz
found Congo
with stationery
a gorilla
strong that
Marshall Square
threw the
gis with
bib and
tucker home
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
this is the story of cedric hyde-fleet
the most un-cowboy cowboy you ever would meet
cedric was english, not british you see
but, being a cowboy was what he wanted to be
he was from england
as i said before
never ridden a horse
and well, what's more
his image of cowboys
was of those on tv
but, being a cowboy
was what he wanted to be
he was all set to travel
and leave his home land
out to the west
but, he was allergic to sand
the dust would wreak havoc
with his pale, flaky skin
ten miles from home
was the furthest he'd been
he had a six shooter
which he'd nicknamed Old Burt
but, he didn't have bullets
they made his ears hurt
the smell of the powder
and the noise of the gun
made cedric wonder
if this would truly be fun
he needed a cream
for the chafing down there
and a specialized hat
to protect his thin hair
a brush wouldn't do
he would need a nice comb
he reacted to flannel
so he'd get shirts from rome
he'd fly out from london
head out west to a ranch
find a town just like gunsmoke
and a bar....the long branch
but, his stomach was tender
hard liquor was out
and the salt in the food
would just trouble his gout
but, cedric hyde-fleet
was determined to go
to the united states
to join a wild west show
he'd start out learning riding
how to shoot, and all that
he'd learn about cattle
he had his own hat
he was the most un-cowboy cowboy
they would have in the west
but, with his dedication
he would soon be the best
he would get all equipped
from dolce and gabbanna
his shirts and socks matched
his silk plaid bandanna
now, cedric hyde-fleet
never ever left home
never got on the horse
or got shirts made in rome
the things that he wanted
were the things that he'd seen
and he forgot about cowboys
when he first saw ....The Queen
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
'll Never Fall In Love Again Lyrics
from Close To You
"I'll Never Fall In Love Again" is track #1 on the album Close To You. It was written by Bacharach, Burt / David, Hal.
Here to remind you, here to remind you
Here to remind you, here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love
A girl with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble
I'll never fall in love again, I'll never fall in love again
What do you get when you kiss a guy
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he'll never phone you
I'll never fall in love again, I'll never fall in love again
Don't tell me what it's all about
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad, I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So far, at least until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again, I'll never fall in love again
Don't tell me what it's all about
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad, I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm have here to remind you
Here to remind you, here to remind you, oh, here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So far, at least until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again, I'll never fall in love again
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
BURT REYNOLDS SENSE OF HUMOUR
WAS DEFINITELY ONE OF A KIND
HE HAD A QUICK WIT
AND AN OUTSTANDING INTELLIGENT MIND
HE HAD A HEART OF GOLD
HIS MOVIES WERE REALLY JUST GREAT
THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL
WAS THE CANNON BALL RUN
IN THIS THERE IS NO DEBATE
HE WILL REMAIN A SCREEN LEGEND
AND A GREAT ACTOR OF HIS TIME
WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SCREEN PRESENSE
HIS LEGACY WILL ALWAYS SHINE
REST IN PEACE BURT REYNOLDS
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
every single day there are things that make me think
"huh, I should write about this"
and I make a mental note of it
and then I forget all about it
until the next day
when I see patches of green moss creeping along the cold cement sidewalks
or the warmth of his hand against the small of my back as we boogie down on the dance floor at the Mineshaft to Come On Eileen
playing spin the bottle in a haunted hotel room at four in the morning and hoping to land on the same girl over and over and over again cause her lips taste like cigarettes and Burt's Bees peppermint chapstick and I just ******* crave that **** ya know?
I crave the things that make me want to write, that make me feel inspired, that make me feel human
and at the end of the day it doesn't matter if I write any of it down because I still felt it and I still love it and it still happened and it still counts
life still ******* counts
-
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
A cherry fencing: Croton hedges.
Pile wood and bricks made up the circumferences:
I have seen rooftops rusting after weeks of heavy rain
Shirtless cyclist speed passes the old brick house
Where no children seem to exist on the main road;
Where the lambs can be seen grazing on dry lawns,
As the sun ray reflects on your camera lens:
I promise to call you back later
before you drift deeper into a slumber.
Depression, confession and denial,
Reality never seems to exist in your world
There is no solution for chronic unhappiness:
only daily words of kindness to ease the madness
*Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
Quote - Rabindranath Tagore*
Did you deserve it, did you deserve to be treated this way
You should have marry the good daughter,
She would have eventually
Turn out to be the good wife:
I am in another town
Thinking of you day by day, hour by hour
Composing a poem while observing,
the good, the bad, and the ugly
Of what family does to each other mental impairment?
A family in harmony will prosper in everything
As the stories were told
Where the beauty used to grow now hatred follows
by the village carpenter putting bolts on the front door
To keep the enemy within: as it was broadcast in the recording:
“There wasn’t any bolts were on the front door Burt, you said”.
The law is that nothing should be done so on the property”
The rose petal crumbles back to the soil, as she said that he was
sick in his head: just like the dead locks on the carpenter head
The garden hose slowly rolled back in a circle. By the sound of her voice
The suffering was so obvious, the abuse was publicize
You drifted back in time: To a place where you felt happiness
You drifted back to me: back to lovely memories
Never mind our outlook on life leads to two different journeys
Broken hearts, and disappointments
We encounter so many injuries and they heal
But broken hearts never mend:
The more I begin to suspect there is no such thing as unhappiness; there is only ungratefulness.”
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
I'm watching,
waiting,
anticipating,
contemplating my memory,
is this a nightmare I keep reliving?
or a gift of thought I keep receiving,
deceiving,
isn't it?
For when the clock turns round,
and falls to the ground,
breaks,
no sound?
Does this mean the events were never meant to be?
since when has twilight lasted forever?
a twisted fate, a false reality,
The eternal eerie feeling
brutally pushing back the happy warm embrace of the sun.
this is true fright amongst fears,
so tragic, it drives you to tears.
but wait,
because there is a sunny day,
where the warm rays make you feel like the
earth was made for you and only you,
but why?
why would you question if that day would ever come,
or if the earth was round,
or why at night the moon shyly shows it's face,
only to start hiding again in the morning.
You know that if all the comets in the universe
had a hurtful name written on it,
they would all be pointed at you,
and the impact would cause fireworks, and sparks
for other people to smile and laugh at,
but after the show is done,
the heat has cooled,
and the rubble settled,
there is nothing left but ashes,
burt so badly by the heat of the moment
that you can never see the shine or glow it once had,
this is an event you can never recover from,
cant fix, and cant rebuild,
so all you can do is scoop up the pain,
the emotion,
and memories,
and put them all down on the field,
in a pile of sorrow,
and lay down next to them,
and keep them company,
until you decide to blow them away,
get up,
and start again,
to start a story on a clean slate,
until you look up,
only finding yourself to still be waiting in twilight
for the golden day to arrive,
But what you don't know,
is that this day will never come if you sit and wait for it,
hard work and perseverance,
those are the only things that will release the joyous feelings,
because the sun's power is inside of you,
and all along you have been the key to your own happiness,
but when you decide to break the lock,
and conquer twilight,
is up to you.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
I listen to your dream man.
And paid close attention too.
I laugh.
But I didn't say a word.
As you talked about your dream man.
You mention Tom Cruise for his charm.
You mention Brad Pitt for his looks.
Even threw in Blair Underwood for his smile.
I listen closely.
I didn't laugh or disagree.
I feel none of them is better than me.
You mention Antonio Banderas for his voice.
And the toughness of Clint Eastwood.
And the southern charm of Burt Reynold too.
These are the qualities that you seek in the man for you.
I listen.
I listen.
As you went through many formation of your idea guy.
And I still none of them is better then me.
Cause they was men names you mentioning as a challenge to me.
Now address all of my best qualities.
I'm generous.
I'm compassionate.
I'm lovable.
And a charmer too.
And have a voice of gold that rival James Earl Jones.
And I know this.
None are better than me
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC