"commentate" poems
U gave me that leaf, & said u were never gonna leave, Cause we were meant to live, now I have to Outlive & conceive the pain of grieve,
Who are u to tell me when to meditate? Please go your way and don't dictate, I have been born to innovate, Learn from me and don't aggravate,
Why dig into my past just to excavate things and deliberate , Yet you imitate and commentate and say it irritates, Never hesitate to prostate, Cause it elevate and motivates my innovative.
Even if your silences grieve so loud in my ears, I will never freeze, I will always leave, Because I never lived, I am never relief, I can't be pleased, Even when u sneeze. It only aggravates my pain when I eat, Dats the reason I refused to breath.
How can you call me fake When that's what you are, What you are is what I say , What I have seen is what am saying..
Fake, fake, fake, Fake u are like fanta Colorful yet distrustful Great pleasure Hidden smile, Full of Fantasy, deceitful u are.
You said u were my friend, then why stab me twice and expect me to talk once, U have twined &twisted; me, Enough of the Glossy bossy, mischievous in motivation, Malicious in thought,
Why judge when you can settle to be a judge in a jungle Stop been unjustly, & learn to be justifiable,
Now it's time for u to leave , superstitiously I have lived suspicious u have been, Dangerous you have become, Unpredictable you are , You're definitely a ********* You're never my friend
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
I'm fueled by
cheap cold cuts
and cracked cans
of beans,
of beers,
and being below
the line of uneven
distribution//////
retribution.
There's a bit of execution
in the way a anti-institution
peels of its mask
and reveals revolution.
I don't know why the prism
is cracked
but
the shattered shards
glimmer & commentate
why we
can only see shades.
There's an anchor.
It's pulling me
closer
and
further away.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
A colored piece of glass,
On the ground in the grass.
Colored yellow, blue, green, and red,
Who broke it?
Are they dead?
No one knows,
Yet why should they care.
Circles and circles going in a infinite loop,
Round and round in and out of my head.
Burning with the question of who broke the glass,
Did I do it?
I can't remember,
The memories are blocked or gone,
The fear in the breath of not knowing.
The mind is slipping,
Is it going?
The glass in its broken state,
Can no longer be the one to commentate.
So I'll sadly say the point thats true,
I in a sense feel like that glass.
How about you?
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
I have no reason to moan,
forgive me this.
A tight-jowled youth
of the twenty-first century,
tan-white skin of olive grove
and modest treasury;
I have no reason to moan,
forgive me this.
A heterozygotic individual
walking over the glass floor,
I watch women on computer screens
and I walk them to the door.
I sign off to the world at night,
laptop glow polluting the stars,
I fall asleep to a lullaby hum,
the mating calls of intersecting cars.
Eyes roll at the demands
of twenty-first century life,
I curse the death of all poetry
in the elimination of strife.
Oh, I have no reason to moan,
please forgive me this.
Information genies commentate the world.
Screens deliver me lands fractured
in drought, oh, disconnected reality
and always living in doubt.
I weep at the sights of sadness
and I purge all longing onto paper,
I watch as the sky returns my tears,
polluted air and puncturing skyscraper.
In modern joy, I curse all comfort.
Through art I pretend to praise,
I pretend to feel real emotion
beyond my usual haze.
But still, I have no reason to moan,
forgive me this.
Old Leonard sings his ******* poetry
in clumsy awe and wonder,
he sings to me as I count collected tips
and he always pulls me under.
My greatest ailments require cocoa butter
and my greatest rival is myself,
my rival is my best friend too
but he doesn't take care of his health.
But the curtains will close in the night-time
and they'll open again come morn,
and in my comfortable surrender,
I plead only for innocence reborn.
With that I know, there's no reason to moan,
you'll have to forgive me this.
So for love undiluted and pure,
I will call out my miserable answer,
I will walk these streets,
grow old in the face
and fall in love with a dancer.
I will dream of forgiveness
and of yesterday's returns,
I will dream of stirring the flame
that rather gifts heat, than burns.
And in the process of waking dream
and suicidal kiss,
I ask only that you understand
and that you forgive me this.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Depression
It seems like an indention
A dent in my life
Like a truck
Was too late to pull to a stop
And there was nothing to do but drop
And lie flat
Let it flatten me
So I can never get up
It hit and left a mark
An imperfection
They say
A decision
They say
It's not
But it's hard to argue
When everyone's talking over you
So just come and commentate on
My descent into sadness
madness
What's the difference?
It's not going to make people understand better
Come, let's just wait
For the perfect moment
the perfect torment
When voices like mine
Start screaming in minds like mine
Regurgitating
Imitating
Reiterating
Varying speculations
on what's wrong with me
wrong in me
wrong and me
wrongme
Help me ready the hearse
To bury this curse
Once and for all
Though everyone hoped I didn't have to come along
I kept hearing that it was a choice
It didn't feel like it was
So I thought I was missing out
But now it's all good no doubt
Because I get to use the coffin I myself picked out.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
You see I get up in the morning
At about 5 am, I send my kids off
To school with the line we’ll get you
Kids now off to school, don’t forget to
Follow the rules and dad I said to dad
As he csme out do you think the raiders will win today and then dad went off to work at a school
I said, make sure no kids break the rules
And cousin alan said I think I might spew I think I might spew I think I might spew on you boo yer and the macgregor men’s kids said as I sat down to watch Agro, they said don’t watch agro, man watch cheeze tv, it is really really cool, I said I prefer Agro he is funny, and I am the little cool kid of the families and when dad started at school, he said as he was standing at the blackboard what that’s Brian and then pulled his leg back together with the kids, he did that 4 times to stop mr from watching daytime TV but
I wanted to watch the midday show, and I jumped up in the kitchen and said **** you dad
And then I played the brown morning with Johnny and Micheal brown with Mike mutra and sue longways as reporters, then when that was over I played AAA today with Micheal brown
And then I went to the pub to buy 3 beers and
A man was sitting in the bar, **** you, you fucken **** who do you think you are you fucken **** but I am the little cool kid of the family and at the moment I am Johnny brown having 3 beers before he does the sport on the 6 o’clock news in the evening and then Johnny’s son came home and teased his dad on the computer, what’s that Johnny what are you doing you stupid **** and at 10-30 it was AAA tonight with Johnny brown and I played it every day and one day Patrick was frowning at me from his house but I am the little cool kid of the families I can handle it, and this happened every day and Stephen Gallagher came over to have a through beers and smokes with the little cool kid of the families (me) and we went to every pub
Ginninderra heights and nine wide world of sports and Las Vegas
All of these clubs were in Belconnen and we played pool, Stephen said to me, the little cool kid to the families (funny little kid) you are really a funny little kid and I visited Lyle yo remember old times when I started being the little cool kid to the families but he bullied me and punched me, so I said as the little cool kid to the families
**** off squirt, I am the little cool kid to the families and I will never come here again
I told Steve that Lyle said he was a trouble maker
And Steve wanted to go there to bash him
But that was weird and also as the little cool kid to the families went to the raiders in Sydney and cowra to commentate as Johnny brown and party
With a few ales
I am the little cool kid to the families
Dad said stay with the families Brian
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 5:00 AM UTC