"cali" poems
My culture betrayed me at birth,
Abandoned me on the West Coast
And stripped the heritage from my
Rosy red tongue
the Cali sun
Kissing my ****** skin, carefully, softly,
Wrapping me in her white bed sheets
Calling me one of her own.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
The rusted belt is tight
in our hometown city.
Black smoke masks the lights
In one gaseous setting;
the permenant fitting
Of our hometown city
Trees exchange steel
In our hometown city.
You’ve never seen the wheels
churn and the deals burnt
In the factories that take pity
On the nitty-gritty of our
Own hometown city.
The last laughs with us
In our hometown city
We don’t’ ride the Cali bus,
But yea, I'd say we are witty,
cause al'the prettiest girls
Live in our hometown city.
The river’s been burnt
In our hometown city.
Yea we’ve learned a lot
From our own ad(e)missions;
And now, clinics fill prescriptions
in ourown hometown city
In my own hometown city
We’re slicker than you,
Even though our York’s isn’t new…
Why? Watch my city revive in
Front of your eyes- then ask me;
Why is this your hometown city?
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
Here’s something to melt the snows
so you may bloom your compass rose-
Go far away without delay,
how dare you ever think to stay!
Just let me take some Kate to keep
in Michigan and weep
with joy as you grow
West without a doubt-
though I keep here, I'll figure out
just where to go-
maybe somewhere that doesn't snow!
If you can do it so can I,
So go! And I might also try!
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Dear Hot Straight Actresses,
Stop playing perfect lesbian characters on TV that cause me to become wet on lonely Thursday nights.
It’s the equivalent of waving double chocolate fudge cake in front of a menstruating woman who has just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
To name a few,
Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter on The L Word.
Stop it!
Naya Rivera as the sassy Santana Lopez on Glee.
Stop it!
Angie Harmon as butch goddess Detective Jane Rizzoli on Rizzoli & Isles.
You may be in the closet but you are gay and stop!
And Sara Ramirez and Jessica Capshaw as the married ****** Dr. Cali Torrez and Dr. Arizona Robbins of Grey’s Anatomy.
You…you keep going. You two give me hope.
Hope that someday my insanely high expectations will be met when my hot art collecting, sassy mouthed Doctor with handcuffs in her back pocket jumps from the screen and onto my sweatpants covered lap.
In this crazy assumption that I’ll end up falling out of an apple tree letting gravity push me into the arms of a woman who fixes my broken sense of reality with a amazing great hair and a wedding proposal.
Missing out on the
Hot barista who gives me an extra large when I ask for a small
or the
Budding **** artist who invites me to her galleries only to realize her muse has oddly the same hips as me.
or the
Best friend who is still stuck in the shadows of my closet.
Nope…didn’t see any of those.
I’m too busy watching the **** tube to see what low cut tops they can get away with before they leave the set and back to their husband and 2.5 kids.
All I’m asking is…
…when is it coming out on DVD?
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
You don't even know how to open up your heart to me
You wont even let me in for a little peak
I want touch but I'm not good enough
Boy why you acting so ******* tough?
You don't even know how good my love is yet
Boy when you come over you will not forget
All my loving might be for free
if you spend your money all upon me
I don't want a dollar I just want a little taste
If you let me love you, you might find your fate
So let me inside your head
open up your heart and let me in bed
I don't wanna fight you I don't even bite
I don't want to try to let you out of sight
I don't want a problem I'm not here to hurt
I just want to be part of your world
Boy you have the answers, saying that love is blind
Look up at the clock you're wasting so much time
Give it a chance, try to get to know me
See what we have, might be all that you need
I don't have the answers, tell you the truth
But I swear your love will never be abused
Don't look away, try to open up
Give me some that, bad boy kind of love
Tell me all your secrets, tell you some of mine
California love is one of a kind
I don't want to scare you truth or dare
I don't want to play you games ain't fair
Give me a chance, open this book up
Boy this is more than just another hook up
Open your heart, I'll let you see
Just how wonderful Cali love can be
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
I ran across a butterfly
with a broken wing, struggling
only wishing to soar in the sky
this left me thinking
How many actresses are out there
that can make a man cry
that make you say
what is Hecuba to her
You know the kind
She ran away back in 05
out to Cali, looking for a small break
she is still waiting
tables
12 hour shift then
leaves to practice
before she breaks down
and cries
and calls it a night
How many poets paint
a picture using only
language
never to be discovered
You know the kind
The shy kid in class
that is always picked on
scribbles in a journal
if only you could read it
you would
understand
He walks home
to yelling parents
locks his door
and writes some more
before he breaks down
and cries
and calls it a night
only to repeat it
again
again
I picked up that butterfly
and brought him to the grass
away from the burning road
and speeding cars
I hope one day
it will fly
again
again
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
once my parents said
that we had to move
away from my home town,
my birth place,
my comfort zone.
I found myself
in Paris then,
hardly not speaking any french,
missing the beaches of Cali
and thinking of better times
Sitting in a little cafe
near Rue Bonaparte
sharing a cigarette
with a gray-haired stranger
philosophizing about life
and feeling the sand of
Santa Monica Beach
on my skin
Suddenly a stranger asked me
something I didn't understand
so I stuttered
menez-moi à la maison,
à l'endroit auquel j'appartiens
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
The cluster of ice in my glass
looks like a milky fist.
I shake my cup and ask
about the weather.
He says, 'Hasn't rained in
one thousand or so years.'
I say how that's unfortunate;
he says how **** happens.
This party transitions into
something out of an art-house film;
the Cali-tens are dancing to some
80's song you would vaguely recognize.
They bump into one another
like bees in an electric hive.
A Russian drinking a Russian
asks about drugs.
I say into my drink that I
don't have that many friends.
Looking for a bathroom,
I am bumped by hips and lips
into the former eggshell/cigarette stain wall,
where I find my partial reflection
looking back at me in that familiar
transparent parent way.
I find myself apologizing.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Water is a must
without it life is a bust
It's the element we support and trust
But not all have that tool in there hand
To a normal person they waste it and take it for granted cuz it tastes bland
People who have to go looking for this prized possession end up dying of dehydration
Don't you you see?
My demise is so low it wines up in the deep blue sea
Nowadays people in cali end up in drought
We might have to cut down on water but i think thats a doubt
As for you
Why don't do a good deed
And give water to someone in desperate need
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Pure cane sugartar that sits on teeth,
sits on a canine porch swing
and swings too far, kicking the enamel
siding, wood knots, and greying-thin
windows. More exposed than Brad
Pitt's marriage or JonBenét Ramsay
on the cover of Old World News Daily
in the dentist's office. And there we
are. We're bleached white and burning
beneath paparazzi bulbs and a
a ****** case. Brief case money/
two thousand fourteen and it's still
relevant, still useful blood money.
Novocain lightning flash; burn a tree.
Cali home tucked behind parsley
palms. Fortune teller, baby, O.J. didn't
do it. Not The Juice, not him.
The gloves. The gloves. The gloves.
Comfort of picket fence rainbrushed
paint stripping. Raymour retail
of a mocha-cushion couch half-off
'cause the back's spattered with
toothpaste and taxpayer juice
like Grandma's cancer handbag.
Put your feet up, stay a while.
Don't leave.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
I love in & out burgers,
they're simple,
hot,
so delicious
& just the right
amount of meat.
The fries are just as sweet.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
For You- Butch my friend from Philippines ocean away to Cali U.S.A
FRIENDSHIP is like Red Rose in my Garden.
It is not the sum -total on how many it BLOOMED
but unfathomable beneath the ROOTS thriving & Sprouting.
Purview as Emoting little some Some,
little Bored,
little Depleted
little sad, or yielding to the Inevitable!
Languish to anguish perhaps from lack of vitamin 'ME"..Ahah!
Thereby stayed in touch, in Tuned
following the thread with ME.
My Friend so close yet Afar.
Truly Extraordinary,
wonderfully Smiling
and adamantly Affirms:
"You are D apple of my Eye!"
Every time WE see eye to eye in social networking called Facebook
Through Cyber Space
The abounding witty comments of "OMG's," "Ohhs "and 'AAhhs"
makes everyone amused with Awe of such silly antics we so accorded!
A blessing, a gift from God.
So unusual Diamonds so Alike
a rare atypical like it!
..so Uncommon
Not Phony friends out there to deceive & Decry..
Succumb unlikely in Waterloo!
But You definitely a Diamond to my passion!
As girl's BFF, a Buddy or a Sweet chum or Dude!
Not a Foe but Pal Forever.
And just to let You Know , my Friend,
You are like a Diamond so brilliant
Found like a rare gemstone from a dust
who is never be a mere coincidence to bring JOY & Delight
to the norm & Conform.
So for now.. priceless friend like You..is for me to treasure the friendship between Us.
Thank you, my Friend,
I will always be here & there for You as a Friend in Deed!
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
I got complete love for all you jiggas
But I'm trying to hurt, slay and ****** all you jiggas
It's not that I'm a militant mind
I just know competition can either enhance your strive or leave you to die!
Who am I?
Maybe the greatest untold story...the one that focused on pain but zoomed out on all my glory
Shut up!
Take another sip of your ego and chase that muthafucker down with a full glass of all of your evil
And call ya boy up
I think his name was kaneval
Separate all your selfishness
Hand out your blessing and see if you and god can finally become equal
I can't take ya
But I can't leave ya
I just feel at times I'm suffocating so I use your energy to break ya!
Remember that I'm unheard of
Rarely do ya listen
A woman still says a man AIN'T ****
THAN TURNS AROUND TO HER FRIEND AND WHISPERS..."love is what my heart is missing"
Are serious?
Manipulation got ya dreary *** minds all curious? So you grab the wheel and suddenly you in control?
She was the one who traded in her pride, self respect and worth all for a false story to be told
then you went home with him
got a bedtime story told from him
now it's your bitterness that's not working out like fitness that creates a beautiful smile to turn sour and grim.
You probably wondering "what **** got Dougy so mad?"(DJbreak)
BREAK THAT!
It's D-O-U-G-I-E
but I'm sure that was my bad...
cause ya can't take responsibility for your daily mistakes
PAC gave me the vice, told me to apply pressure and see how much you weaklings can take!
Anger formed from danger has me dressed in devils wear prada as I put my "heroes" on a hanger and allow them to see me as a modern day king, walk amongst all these strangers
Hit em with a look only to leave the ordinary shook and read the options in they life like they illustrated a personal book
Then go and send false advice
knowing it wasn't right
You stupid muthafuckers!
Domestication still is untamed and has all the ability too bite!
Hold on for the fight
or throw in the towel!
A Evil Intention Overwhelms U!
I dare ya to pick one of my vowels!!!!
....tell Kendrick I'm a monster
He can take cali
THE WHOLE WORLD IM PREPARED TO CONQUER!
-Dougie Simps
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
As I go through Kali Yuga
I'll become a Cali Buddha
Breathing, mindful
I remove my blindfold
Choosing full awareness
Seeing only fairness
Serving up some dharma
I don't eat that shawarma
Life in this Golden State
Bliss is my karmic fate
Shiva
Shakti
Seva is my bhakti
Sitting in samādhi
Blast out of my body
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
It's sunshine and beaches, dolphins and sea shells
That keep me a long way from home
Its tequila and breezes blow'n cross this ol tarp
that keeps me from feeling alone
It's women, bad traffic and fresh broken hearts
That keep pushing me further away
But the Baja Cali playas
With 5 peso fish tacos
Quietly beg me to stay
(c) 2010 CJG
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
**As she sprouts
I can see the season are changing...**
*things are getting better.
She's becoming something more beautiful*
**One drop of rain and
he lets his love be the grounds liberal.**
*One drop of rain and he will grow
into a rose with thorns, because that's life...
sometimes you get pricked*
**Under the sun as a Cali flower
in Texas weather.**
You know nothing is impossible
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Racing through the canyon,
gaining speed at every turn,
two outlaws and companions,
never again will they return
to a little town called Seco,
tucked away within the hills,
a little place to get low,
tucked away from hidden thrills.
Dead Man’s Creek once filled with cries,
now the river bed runs dry.
Vultures deeply flood the skies,
Whiskey Joe rolled his snake eyes.
Said we made it to Arroyo,
good place to drown your sorrows.
His left pocket held a photo,
forever livin’ in his morrows.
The vortex in the valley,
out in the sun in Cali.
In a land that feels free,
though it’s stolen country.
The devil’s talkin’ in your dreams,
blood line red wine controls.
If you try hard you can leave,
before they seize your soul.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
(I live in Cali, Colombia)
1. My sketchy run-in with the cute gluehead.
2. You say you’re armed, my girlfriend says you can’t have my camera.
3. I guess I’m bilingual, but man do I feel stupid right now.
4. No, coworker, I don’t feel like sharing with you why I’m going hiena in the break room. (culprit)
5. What a pain that I don't remember your name.
6. I ate my brains for breakfast with onion, tomato, and toast.
7. If my daydreams were broad cast right now your boyfriend would probably hurt me.
8. You, my friend, are my friend.
9. Just dropped a drumstick 3 songs into our very first gig.
10. No sir I don’t want to buy that gun...oh...what’s that? You’d like the contents of my pockets?
11. My pleasant walk to wherever.
12. Clandestine house-party tonail clipping session.
13. My beard is doing a fantastic ashtray impersonation.
14. Beérjá vu.
15. “Um...did I really just say that?"
16. Gringo moment #247.
17. Well well welcome to ***** Wonka’s South American silicone factory.
18. Are my neighbors being cold because they know I puked in their front garden?
19. Everyone is staring at me...must be time for a haircut.
20. ”Is this who I’m supposed to be?"
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
I'm a Champ
He is a Chump
His *** you need to dump
So load up on your pump
Go out and shake your ****
Um Ya need to feel this playas swaggle
As I diggle in your daggle
Fiddle ya then stab ya
*** on...slide up and down my pole
Lick it
Slurp it watch me as I grow
Hmm señoritas let me rub your chi chas
You can be me Mija
Every time I see ya
Blow ya ***** up with my D bomb
Shrapnel from my nut
ya need to stay yo *** calm
Hmm that's how I dews it
Confuse it then lose it
Go ahead and choose it
I promise to abuse it
Um yous Filthy and so *****
*** so fucken pretty
Wake you up early to get ya ***** swirly
I will be your ecstasy
Go ahead and swallow me
***** so sprung
Why ya always following me?
Huh, My **** will show you magic
Makes your ***** so spastic
Have you fiending for my ****
Too bad you can't have it..
Huh, I aim to tease
***** begging me please
Drop down on them knees
Give this Scorpio a squeeze
Um I'm *******
this game I'm back to running
Who woulda thought
M.A.N would come back more stunning
Hmm thats just my stinger
Born to be a bringer
My presence seems to linger
I'm in your ***** with my finger
lol that's just my stamp
I feel I got you damp
A King wears a crown
So does this Cali Champ!! Ugh..
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
It all led up to this moment,
The dedication we casted our ambitions in,
The triumphs we rooted our adversities in,
It brought us to the next chapter of our lives,
And for you I'm forever grateful to,
Thanks for joining me on my journey.
The California dream is what we were living,
From the adventurous summer splendor,
To the heartfelt bittersweet departures,
Those unified celebratory cheers,
It was summer 21' of unprecedented affection,
Onto the next phase of life we go where unknown possibilities lie dormant,
Here's to the discoveries to come,
The gratitude to bestow,
& memories we'll create.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC
We headed south that night
Right down the highway towards our new life
Sunny Olde California here we come
Everyone wants to be in Cali
Me, I don't understand why
The sun's too hot
It's so crowded
Too many famous people
What's so great about California?
Why does everyone want so badly to move to Cali?
But now I understand why we left
Why we left our comfortably modern house in Vancouver
Vancouver had everything we needed
All the love and support we needed
Everything we needed was there in our small little town
But now we are moving to Sacramento
One thousand four hundred and thirty seven kilometers
Fourteen hours of driving
I finally understood why she did it all
She was taking us away from him
So he wouldn't hurt us anymore
When the court date came
We all had to testify
I wasn't sure what I was testifying against
But somehow I answered and answered til I broke down
After my endless crying
They gave up on me
I wasn't fit to testify she'd say
But I understand why
I was too young to understand but now I do
He came in all sunshine and lollipops
We all thought he was going to stay
Stay forever and never leave
He left in handcuffs and bruises
We never saw him again
Until my mother dragged us all down to the jailhouse
He was leaving...for good
The apologize really didn't matter to me
See I didn't understand, but now I do
I understand why everyone wants to be in Cali
You become like an ant
You are invisible
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
It's been so long, too long..
if only this breeze would prolong its stay...
thoughts like, man a year ago the weather during this time,
was colder than today..
65 degrees. a New Yorker may laugh...
but a Cali kid is out here freezing his ***
bonfire in the backyard watching the time pass,
the fire flickering, whispering the secrets of the past.
you should listen.
maybe you too will fall in love with the wind.
fall in love with giving thanks and hugging your kin.
fall in love with gifts, Santa, candles and grins,
finally make a resolution to put behind all your sins.
60 degrees. it gets colder as the night progresses..
you capture the essence, of the night..
and realize its adolescence.
it hasn't yet began to even grasp adult lessons..
55 degrees, feeling weak in the knees,
its been a week, since the tree outside had any leaves.
no fireplace, no heater just a ******* and cheese,
and take your *** to bed early before you get the real breeze.
50 degrees, I'm freezing to death,
more depressed now knowing that my babygirl left,
so I'm here all alone.
me, chardonnay and a cup.
fog surrounding, branches howling waiting till winter is up.
-afj
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
The clouds whirl around horns of the gate.
The blush of the morning is tangerine
and gold. The blossoming chorus from the bay
for now is just silence, fog and a silver lining.
The cinema bulbs are flickering out.
There is Coca-Cola in my soul.
There is anguish in my bones.
Luxury paid for the tightness of my skin
and an artifice of love.
It blew away like dry grass.
I think God is a librarian,
crumbs in his beard, fingerprinted specs.
Cataloguing the hours I spent on my knees
his matinée idol, his evening sandcastle,
stones applauding his work in the Cali tide.
What can he do to me?
Witchdoctors can forecast rain from my guts.
A poor wading bird can fish me up
and photograph my corpse iconic like Evelyn Hale,
but that 'man' can do nothing…
I see the Island rising from the mist
like it’s throwing off its coat.
I’m like the birdman, in my way.
I’ll be remembered
flying.
Perhaps I can even make it magnificent?
The boys on the boat will talk over their beers
of that triple tuck swan dive,
the acrobat, a harlequin that tumbled
like a shadow on the rising sun
Kamikaze, I Samauri!
The war drum beats, on, on but I’m done.
l am in the eye of the storm.
I am the harbinger, the horseman -
And the universe is a ball in my hands.
I made you up, I’ll rub you out.
The sky is holding the Sun and the Moon.
5am. Circling gulls. Harikiri.
Machinery rings upwards through the girders.
Equinox. Tomorrow is untouchable.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
someday will meet and birds will tweet. the night will come down but dont change that smile to.a frown. lets enjoy this night under the stars sitting on the trunk of our car. dont worry if your cold il be your sweater in this crazy texas weather baby youl always be safe youl always be loved in my arms but most of all no matter if were in Cali or to in the N.Y.C or maybe down il always try to be your favorite sweater
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC