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You know Eight Owl City,
                                           -ain’t where I’m from?

You know the past isn’t pretty,
                                                -why are you dwelling there son?

You know every thought’s a lifetime,
                                                       ­    -of hands wringing, hands wrung?

Forget the past, see the future now,
                                                        -Dip­-dap-a-looma lung.

Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,
Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,

Storm on the horizon,
                                   -thunder in the air,

Crack-O-lightning split the skies now,
                                                            ­ -ignore the clouds their always there…

You know Eight Owl City,
                                         -is just a place to hide your mind?

Life is hard, it ain’t pretty,
                                          -lost in a place out of time.

Get out your head or you’ll eat yourself,
                                                       ­          -consumed by paranoia, -rage!

Forget the past; see your future now,
                                                            ­-all you do in life is age.

Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
Hands wringing, hands wrung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,
Hear me now as it’s sung,
Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,

Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,
Dip-dap-a-looma lung,
A dip-dap-a-looma lung,
"Eight Owl City," was the original Sumerian name for Heliopolis in Egypt.
KS Julianne Sep 2014
twitch, tap, raddda-dap-tap,
tap any harder and your fingers will snap.
twitch, tap, badda-dap-bam,
i smiled and did the same.

going along to a tune only you could only hear,
a snap and a clack resounded off-time
around the multiple rooms with a clang,
a consistent beating in a room of laughter.

and you never even noticed how you never stopped,
drumming, twitch, rad-dda-dap-tap.

and because i could not get that
**** song out of my head too,
i tapped along with you,
wishing for something more.

boom, clap, radda-dap-clap,
feel any more and my heart'll snap.
so, i'm trying to be cultured. so i searched up this huge glossary full of poetic terms and different types of works [sub-divisions in the world of poetry]. so, as a personal challenge, i'm going to try to write a poem based on one of those styles, which will be chosen at random. this one is a light verse; a poem about small, whimsical things.  although it took a whole new meaning at the end. oh well. hope you enjoyed!
tee2emm Mar 2015
I'm trading sticks of cigarette for a poem
Bottles of beer for a few more
Whiskeys make me forlorn
Why not a few more poems
So I scribble and scribble some more

I'm trading my loneliness for lines
Rhymed or rhymeless, why should I mind
When the please the eyes and tickles the mind
I sure will memorize and mimic them like a mime
So I'm still scribbling on this torn paper of mine

I'm trading my hearts pain
Trading it for a paper and a pen
Like a painter ready to paint
I deep my petite paint brush in a bowl of paint
Dap dap, little dots, strokes and dashes as I dare to paint
Little by little the whole picture is becoming plain

I'm trading all love's tears
Tears shade in secrecy for a poem shared publicly
Though seemingly absurd but poems brings this inconceivable peace.
So I'm scribbling and scribbling my way to serenity.

I trade it all for a piece of poem
I may not have made the point
But I've washed clean my plough
And starring at this beautiful not-so-beautiful poem
I have read and reread it that it is starting to sound like a song.
Reading one last time, "my best trade ever".
maryJAEne Dec 2013
Tony Story
Tony killed his ol’man Ty for a whole brick
Lined’em all up and gave’em the whole clip
Said he wasn’t eatin he wanted his own ****
And not to mention Ty was ****** his Ol’*****
But Ty wasn’t a shoota, that ***** just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
2 ****** with a dream that plotted on goin rich
Started as a team but Ty had got on stiff
Jealousy the reason that Ty got left all stiff
Got Tony at the viewin, Ty mom cryin to’em
He hug’er, he tell’er who ever did this he gone do’em
From there it was a silence, she aint condone violence
But they killed’er only son, so when he said it she just nodded
And he told’er that he got’er, grimey at its best, Like tony had a cold
You feel the slimey in his chest. YES! He had the nerve to carry the casket
Strapped up before he went, he had to carry his ratchet, he nervous, walkin
Like he tryna carry’em faster, ***** even grabbed the shovel tried to burry’em faster. Next week he at the mall, Rolly on his arm, 2 bad ******* with’em laughn havin a ball. Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul couldn’t believe it. Same ***** ask’em for
A front last weekend. Walk around the mall Louie on, Bags Nimen, With the gold diggen ******* Lil Ki and Bad Trina. He dap Tony up, Tryna cap tony up, in his head he thinkin how he gone CLAP Tony up. But Tony he aint worried cause he strapped Tony up, 7 days of runnin he already turned it up. He got Pauly burnin up, he ready to Ride, He know Tony a killer, but he ready to die. AHHHHHHHHH, smell the death all in the air, Pauly thinkin bout puttin a check all on his head, but he cant, cause Tony he done killed his first cousin, if he let somebody else do it, it wont mean nothin. He wanna see’em bleedin, he wanna see’em gaspin, wanna watch’em die slow like he sufferin from cancer. Feel like Tony did it but he ont really know the answer, so he gone let it burn, until it get confirmed. Couple months fly by, Tony on the high rise, started flippin chicken now he got them chickens in like Popeye. Pauly still getting it, he always been a top guy, he aint really club but tonight he gone stop by. Seen Lil Ki & dem, it was 2 or 3 of dem, standin in the line he said ima pay for me and dem. Pulled his money out, started countin it and teasin’em, you know Ki gold diggen *** wanna be with’em. Slid up in the club told the waiter give me 3 of dem, bottles of that ***** now Ki just wanna leave with’em. He said where ya phone at? She said where you gone at? He said ima slide out, She said ima ride out. Told’er friends call yall tomorrow when I get to my moms house. They got right up outta there, took’er to his side house. Soon as they got in the crib she just blew his mind out, waisted off them bottles Pauly boy she on a nod off. But Pauly he aint goin sleep, grabb’er phone up off the sheets, took it to the livin room her messages he going through, scroll up to Tony name he text’er whatchu doin boo, she text’em back im in the crib, he text’er back you comin through, she text where im comin to? He text back 1022, Woodstock in North Philly, take the E-way to the Zoo. She said that im comin now, Look at here what Pauly found, got the drop on Tony where he live now its goin down. Couple weeks later Pauly on Woodstock, sittin in his many van, Tented with his hood cocked. Tony just rolled up Pauly got the good drop, 44 in his hand bout to make the hood ROCK. Tony slippin, Pauly all dippin, walk up on his car like what’s POPPIN lil *****. Tony lookin shocked, his glock was in his box so he couldn’t grab for it, Paul said that’s ya *** boy. He said you still need that work that you asked for, Dropped it all on his lap it was 4 in a half raw. Tony he lookin crazy he know that’s the last draw and Pauly just let it go, put its prains on the dash board. POW!
Fly Vida Jul 2011
"Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a tenement sky
Dream my lungs out till I cry
Then scatter my ashes through the Lower East Side."

Where babies cry and hands collide
Whether givin dap or throwin die.
We are the first in a line of many
Who made something out of nothing: a dream and a penny.
Like a phoenix, they rose from the dust of defeat
And brought the rhythm of their home back to the streets.
The scraps of culture that America ignored
Became the boat of what got us ashore.
Jazz from Harlem mixed with Rhythm and Blues
Became acquainted with the drums that Tito Puente used
To create a music that refused to die
Salsa: established on the Lower East Side.
So many legends and have come and gone until today
But we will always remember “Aguanile.”
The music that played through the day and night
Can still be heard on the Lower East Side.
Lavoe and Puente, Palmeri and Colón
Celia Crúz made her voyage alone.
As a platinum selling Latina in a white man’s world
She kept singing with her head up and her tongue curled.

The same blocks that gave us beats to abide
Also have a darker side.
With gunshots and sirens- like Piñero said:
“The streets are hot and feed off those who bleed to death.”
We took our own lives when violence was brought upon us
Too many children grew up fatherless.
If walls could talk they would tell you
Of all the pain that they’ve been though.
Boys and men who were smashed against the pavement
Ones that screamed and others that will never breathe again.
Hot like ice and cold like fire
Signs that read “gunman for hire.”
Read between the lines of a “Help Wanted” sign
Outside a legit business with a ringleader inside.
Kids stopping by on a daily basis
Lookin for work as a foot soldier in case this
Thing that they call school don’t get them nowhere
Cause remember- they’re not from around here.
But they makin their way on the Lower East Side
Where all eyes on you- can’t even the rats hide.
Cause its survival of the fittest just see another day
And in order to get in good you gotta play the game.
Your mothers and aunts are worried to death
But you gotta eat- so forget about the stress.
You gotta play the game whether you like it or not,
But there’s gotta be a breaking point where this all needs to STOP.

If you go down to Third street, between avenues B and C
People walk to a different beat.
A place that’s an escape from the world outside
Where fingers snap and words collide.
It was in the year 1975
Where you could see a generation strive
To find their souls on the city skyline
Amidst the smallest of confines.
Tongues spit metaphors and air filled the lungs
Of the poets that paved the way for many more to come.
The stage that was built by (Miguel) Piñero and (*****) Rivas
Was blessed decades later by Lemon Andersen and Beau Sia.
The place filled to capacity, bodies filling every space
Not an empty seat in the house, yet even more people found their place
Posted up against the wall all eyes fixed forward
Because when a poet raised their hands, no eyes were lowered.
They were free to clap, snap fingers and call out
In accordance with what a poet spoke about.
The Utopia that I speak of exists until this day
We call it the NuyoRican Poets Cafe.
Where all are welcome bring yourself and your freedom
A dream and a wish and the desire to achieve them.

Let us be the first in a line of many
To remember out culture and give it to our babies.
The English and the Spanish
As much as their tongues can manage.
Let's not be so quick to go against one another
Because in order to survive, we all need each other.
I want to live in a world where we all from the block
And we gotta support each other whether we like it or not.

"So please when I die
Don't take me far away
Keep me nearby
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
the Lower East Side."


In memory of Piñero, and all the pioneers of the time...
Busbar Dancer Feb 2017
I've never read The Torah, but
I'm reasonably sure
it is a travel guide
for a desert getaway.

I've never dreamed of
red headed priestesses
who can move their hips
like cement mixers.
They probably have sharp teeth and
slender fingers.

I always thought that
the cosmos would bend down
to give me a dap.
It still may.

I'm full of dark and weird judgement.
All for you.
Sometimes the darkness wanes
while the weirdness lingers.
Atomic quatrain explosion. Kaboom. **** it English!
Waverly Jan 2012
I be dapping
random *******
in the club.

A ***** walk up to me with a beer,
throws me a hand
and I dap him up.

We smile
and I don't even
know dude.

I swear
I've
signed Peace Treaties
in the club.

It's crazy, because sometimes
the girls
be acting foul
and cold;
even when you try
to grind
handing
them
a beer
as
a
peace-offering
they look back at you
across
demilitarized zones.
katrinawillrich Jan 2015
Starcatcher burn
Scorch passer learn
Rule stayer follow
Big eaters wallow
Whilst we sat down
Whilst we had fun with
Frowns
Happy cause luck
Runners grew
Buck churners chew
Impolite explanations
Plot mega smooth
Whilst we dap down
Whilst we dap down
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Teachers? I'll give you ****** teachers!
There was a lazy old worm
dodged him most of the term
he would let you go home
if you bought him a tome
that stimulated  shedding of *****
another thought he was fine
but at lunch he would sup on red wine
of english he thought that I could do nought
and mocked me all of the time
another for boredomes sake
found a rule he thought he could break
smash the lid of a desk on a boy he detests
then tell him the  tears he does fake
then there was Mr pereira
how we wished he was fairer
never gave a toss 'cos he was the boss
but there was one even scarier
Red-Neck....
Big and crazy
very lazy
beat the ****
out of me with his mate
for reasons they found hazy
used the dap
I wouldn't cry
so they got
metre rulers
and they did try
the brass bit cut my leg
and ripped my trousers
bullying *****
which was lousier
all I did was come in late
was depressed and sick
and full of hate for school
but a good boy not a fool
scarred me a bit
ha! they were all full of ****
when I passed my exams
they resented it
Best days of my life?

DOWN WITH SKOOL.....
I wrote a good poem, a kind teacher wanted to send it to a magazine. His rival, my teacher stopped him and was so nasty that until this December I had only written three more in 23 years...wow that long, boy I feel old ;o)
Al-Farouk Jul 2017
Gone are the days
When could people
Request Mr camera man
Requested maybe a week span
To have just a snap

Gone are the days
When could people
Brush there teeth
Brush thoroughly
Mr camera man was coming.

Gone are the days
When could people
Take serious shower
Shower with a new soap
Taking pictures they will.

Gone are the days
When could people
Wear and dap
Wear not only the Sunday best
But best out of the best
By the way.....
This was only the pair
The camera uncle will visit soon.

Gone are the days
When could people
Wrap perfume
On body his
Expensive Perfume that
Came with a plane.
The camera is power.

Gone are the days
When could people
Sit on benches
Sit palms on thighs
No smile at all
This snaps in those days
were just severe.

Gone are the days
When could people
Buy soda
Buy very many sodas
Of course for themselves
And the Mr Camera
The man.
He was a blessing.

Gone are the days
When could people
Brag the whole year
Brag for a visit by
A camera man.
Gone are those days
Nadia Jun 2012
dance on the daybreak darling
let every morning, daystar wake you
be dazzled by its beauty
dap your heart in day-dreams
i dare say you will love the first dawning
I know that you're beautiful,
though I don't know HOW beautiful
you are.
And I know the Marianas Trench is deep
but I don't know HOW deep
it is.
And like those explorers of the oceans.
Which took them years to even fathom just a portion of its great magnitude.
And I bet it'd take me even more to find out HOW beautiful you are, and to be honest I wouldn't mind taking my time.
Just hoping I'd be doing it by your side.

I want to see the funniest crap with you. Experience the happiest moments with you, play pranks on people with you, stay indoors and listen to music while reading books on a rainy day with you.

Make catastrophic mistakes by your side,
you're the person I want to bring with
to food trips around the countryside.
Make a fool of myself while you're around, find places to go on dates in town.
Take pictures with you beside some generic sunset,
paint watercolor pictures to hang on your bed.

I want to share my life with you.

The person I'd leave the last potato chip for, leave just a bit of toothpaste for.
The person I'd keep the last swig of starbucks or dap of peanut butter for.

I want to watch movie credits beside you so I have a stupid reason for us to sit together longer.

Let you pick your favorite movie when theres a sale,
I'd even pay for bail.

But most of all I want to see you smile, see you happy and just joyful. I don't even have to be the reason for it.
Medj in love ako haha. Jk feeling lang romantic.
IsReaL E Summers Dec 2014
THATS WHATS UP.
BUT BY DISEASE what hath? DO YOU MEAN? Sew the seams.
Im only painting that im what mean, not colored of any scheme no never that SWITCHING TEAMS?! Its relative terms it seams I swerve the curly streets not orphaned scorned and he bleeds beats be thee ******* seas see me when we need be freed HATH... ****** CONSUMED AS ALL I BAWL MY CLAWS OUT MY ***** CUT sorry ... what!?
DONT SWING THAT WAY MY DEAR
But all is revealed here steer driftcatchswingball cheer
Big v ball on you ball batman ...
confused?
Its true. Not hostile but reconciled a few. Used to do what you do. Did smack flip and I spit. set bake awhile and and tho never fake fake is my style. But started TRUTH
more based WUBWUBWUB DROP THE BASS! im cool right here. second place...
or third BUT **** if still im not heard don't holster us both 2sum ? im giving us podeiums. up. This battle rap will end up in a dap brother hug much Love & a shoulder shrug and winks and a blunt and
stuff dont judge and it its over bruh' you
cool as **** so is sir over now shoulder hurts
Response to a delusion? Who? Me? Or you?
TrueSun Oct 2014
You need to learn to live and learn to love
Ain't many opportunities to get a hug for the ones you love
Cause one day they be gone
And so will you life ain't that long
So make everything count that comes around
Dap a pound of love so you won't hit the around
Life is to short to be sad and mad
Wish of all the things that you wish you had
You need to get out and get some
Ain't no chances in life but just one
So take it, replace it
To a new innervation
They say yolo but is that the meaning of life
you only live once well I guess that right
But you need to stop doing all the drugy ****
Finish school sit back a study the ****
Pass the class with flying colors
Don't give a **** about a *******
and you'll be good
gangster while you smart still keep it hood
a noble
dap in
Naples note
his fascination
was joint
and drew
the line
with paint
but her
****** will
batch his
tweed jacket
furthest along
the map
that she'd
wed post
modern here
a post modern dap in Italy
TrueSun Nov 2014
Get down rock round and round
Love to her you moan mm girl thats the sound
Dap a pound
Feeling so ****** pick me up off of the ground
Feel the bass up in my chest
Music calling me this ain't a test
If you think you better boy give it a rest
Only got 3 tatts
Spurs hats
Living big you should know it says it on the mat
Of my crib when you first walk in
You know when I walk in the party has begin
We gonna get ****** up all night there just isn't an end
But to much just got me in the morning sick
Them girls saying they want me and want me ****
But I don't wanna **** I tell em to keep them jaws thick
Swerving them lanes
Turn off the lights when I see a gang
Drive pass by and my glock goes BANG
Purple smoke not original dank
All purple even my drank
We call ourselves potheads ***** what the **** do you thank
VentEmotion Jul 2016
Ah ..Its a mean dream with a vicious atitude
Dont run too fast the sun is beaming on you
Cause that $ aint worth sweating .
Think about that! While fetching.
Cant run forever more when more is not there waiting.
Facades get drawn out to chase be careful.. its a mirage.
If Good life is only good with a piece of paper, nice car n a garage.
Then we aint make it . we're  failing .
There are people only here, i mean they are there when paper flowing.
Then they disappear like
hokuspokus .
Gone in the wind
Another day another rewind .
Another day to spit back at the mistakes behind.
Only things left hang on to that last memory.
Dont Dip n dap with just any celery .
Green wise man keeps it kosher
Only when his heart is bowser.
Filled up with consistent care
For the people that are actually here.


Or it will come to a Fin.
With no one that would give.
Wk kortas Nov 2017
He is, to his way of thinking, the only one wearing shorts;
The nine young men with him, baggy-wearing and body-pierced,
Swoosh-adorned from head to toe,
Sporting something which seem close kin
To blown-up Bermudas or women’s culottes.
Back in the day they would have been laughed right off the courts,
But it is not his day any longer, as he is constantly reminded;
He wears shorts that merit the term, old leather Converse All-Stars
Cracked and faded as the berm of the back roads
In this out-of-the way locale,
A faded and decades-laundered jersey
Bearing the name of a long-defunct auto dealership.
The kids call him “Jumping Toyota.”
Yo, Toyota—no dunkin’ on us tonight, OK?
Hollering and laughing as they dap and jump-and-bump,
Mimicking playground ballers in cities
They have never been within three hundred miles of,
And he smiles in grim resignation,
Knowing he might get a fingertip on the rim on a good day.
His game is strictly cerebral, horizontal now,
The muted, pastel joy of a solid, timely pick
Or well-thrown bounce pass
Has become his vehicle of blacktop epiphany,
And he eases up now and then on the offensive end
To provide succor to tendons and ligaments
Which, in spite of admonitions to himself
That at your age you need to take it easy, *******
Will still register their protests a very few hours from now
Leading to tortured grimaces and the occasional audible grunt,
As he holds his place on the third-shift line at the Alcoa plant
Bringing his co-workers to ask him,
In that hazy place between bemused and stupefied
Man, don’t tell me you’re still playin’ ball?
Once in a while, though, he will still drive hard towards the tin
And, eighteen again for the a snapshot of a moment,
He will stop on a dime and drop a jump shot
Making no noise whatsoever
Save for the whispery snap of the bottom of the net,
Sound every bit the same as it was
Before his knees and ankles went rogue.
Outside the chain-link fence, a young man plugged into his iPod
Bobs his head in time to some unheard song
As he leans in an approximation of nonchalance
Against a great old elm tree
(Branches bedraggled and drooping,
Giving it the air of some old warlock gesturing in mock-menace
Though his wand has gone a-gleaming,
His magic having deserted him as well)
Which bears a large painted orange circle
Signifying its imminent destruction.
Sell cokes in a bottle goin' full throttle
in the Q 45 infiniti with 10' squares
of bass funk in ya face ya a disgrace
cases i make none pull out my guns they run
to the corner
meet the coroner nobody goin' to mourn ya
i love the dough **** the Show
put hoes onto Moschino sip the Morijito
make chips like dorito with the Monte Cristo
sittin' on the earlobe doobies gotta roll em
homies dap me cuz im a sho gun no one
can dare compare death glares give cold stares
strip ya of ya title no clothes leave ya in ya underwear
dont care don't **** with Jigga
but only these figures
i like B-I-G check mickeys black E-Y-E
from tryna stop the Grind now he Partially Blind
Sniff lines not the white lines
Im cold as **** pushin' ya luck get ya self a sweater
cuz when my heat comes
i bring the pain lightening thunder and the reign
cant stop it flows i drop it hoes i got it
on lock like a solitary confinement ya just freshman
i moved Senior less than a year no tears no worries
got glory Clutchin' like Horry pick a new catergory
cuz i get bored with chillin' the same spot same knot
makin' my Rounds around the World and i yayayah
players haters hate me
i dont why? maybe is because i hug the sky
mad tight right ! blunts for the flight
livin' the high life while ya stay Low
i thought ya knew
i Love the Dough !!ugh
Since we was teens I had a dream us moving upstreams things then didn't really seems like we was a team
But then I gotta gleam thoughts steam wishin' you was my Queen
Our souls interwoven got my phallus swollen cuz I'm bowlin'
For your love I'll knock all ya pins when you hit a back bend let the souls ascend no pretend reaching for destiny through univeral energy my black synergy kills all enemies that try top my positivity no negativity can't stop us any rate shake the fake great like frosted flakes quakes get ate
From my nine millimeter that's loves to shine smokin' on pine creating pipe designs
Huh feel my heartbeats tuned to the nature sweet
Soulful sounds animals creatin' vibrations all around bound
By unlimited boundaries pass ordinary til we touch the obituary and buried in the cemetery know my love will never grow lenient and weary

Deepen' emotions life is constant commotions
Deepen' emotions feel my energy connections
Though pain will rise dry your eyes and aim ya head towards the sky x1

Now that I've got you trapped feel magical dap as I slap you with nothing but ******* strokes above peaceful as a dove though we shove
Through many problems I'll never budge or hold a grudge with your beautiful fudge
Light brown complexion don't get me Flexin' cuz my nines'll be testing ****** heart rate don't make a date
With the devil usually mellow black as Othello say hello to the new life bump out my old wife widowed death carefully watch the steps uppin' reps as adventures prepped Im dreamin' like Williams aimmin' for billions not talkin' money talkin' about the energies that atomed me into what I am today you my Queen will always have my say ???

Deepen' emotions life is constant commotions
Deepen' emotions feel my energy connections
Though pain will rise dry your eyes and aim ya head towards the sky x1
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
United used to mean something man
Used to mean you could hate me
And still lend a hand
Or just dap it
Just knuckles
Or give that good “later”
But now I’ve moved on
And you think I’m a hater
For trippin’ on truth
In this counter-act culture
Then mastering peaces  
Of liberal art sculpture
And finding my roots
In a planet earth nation
A biologistic
Creation equation
Empowering forms
Of expression reflective
With lessons I’ve learned
From this human collective

To recklessly check titan industry profits
Who pass their class judgments
On what’s in my pockets
When we make the products
So their wars are waged
And we foot the bills
That still keep us encaged
To the ideal enslavement
Too big to fail theft
In a toxic metropolice
State strain of ****
In the brains of the free market harpin’
On fear
In the news, in the useless
Fake **** that you choose
To buy into the system’s
Fourth ***** kinda ruse
An arms race into space
So they win and we lose
Their defense, our expense
Hired guns are hardwired
And trained like dog tags
To cut deals with “your fired”
A job on the line kind of guy I suppose
In a tax evade tower
When factories close
Authority breeds influence but it is not the only way to command it
-An active citizen of the omniverse
DElizabeth Aug 2023
i went for a walk barefoot
in the middle of the night.

the first thing i noticed
was the scent of the dap earth beneath my sore feet.

the warm-cold concrete was like an old friend,
constant & comforting.

the wet cold grass
where i stood to take it all in...

i could smell the soft sweet citrus lingering from my conditioner in my hair, wrapping around me as the wind swept it up & away through the midnight breeze...

i stood there facing the street lamp at the corner of my street,
with my hands fallen limp to my sides,
closed my eyes & allowed myself to lose all sense of a tangible existence...

all i could smell enveloping my senses
was fresh-cut grass,
damp brown earth with a hint of sweet dirt & autumn hanging around the corner, coming out at any moment...
long nights & high school football games,
late nights drinking milkshakes & eating cheesy fries until the diner kicked us out...
crisp air filling my lungs as i took a deep breath in with my nostrils flared open to inhale as much of this beautiful, sensational scene...

when i come inside i think of you again.
shadows dance on kitchen walls
& dark vivid memories of you backing away from me with your hands up like i am some sort of officer coming to arrest your every boundary with no intention on returning them...
dark fading echos of your voice screaming...

i forget how to breathe when these memories come flooding in...
i forget how to breathe...

but i don't see it that way anymore...

i see us sitting on that bench with trees surrounding us,
side-by-side & shivering, talking about us & how we're going to make it out of this alive...

i can still see you with your hand placed gently on my knee as we sit at our spot behind the mall, sharing the summer's sweet strawberries from one fork...

i can still see you standing there in front of me in the pouring mother's day rain, in your black hoodie with your hands in your front pocket moments before our souls collide as our lips came together for the first time...

i can see you as you lean against your car with soft clumps of snowflakes falling between & all around us, and that tiny one that landed on your soft brown brow...

i can see us as we fogged up the windows in my car from talking for hours about anything & everything...

i see you with your head tilted back as your eyes close completely when you laughed at the funny noise i shouted in the parking lot just to be goofy...

i look up & i can see stars from up here

i can see you & all that we were

i can see light, the same light i had before you

i can feel everything i thought i lost from up here

i can hear songs from during you & notice that i don't cry anymore

i can taste the sweetness from knowing we don't have to resent each other...hate each other...forget each other...pretend the other doesn't exist.

i can feel the relief settle from our shoulders because the war has come to a truce

i can see the future from here, but this time bright & clear, far & near...

i can feel myself becoming more & more

i can feel the hurt & wounds spinning into healing & scars

from up here i can see myself bounding & bright, vivacious & bold, vibrant & radiant for the first time in a long time, i'm okay...

from up here i can see you...happy & for the first time in a long time, you're okay...

from up here i can see us walking, side-by-side...laughing, talking, nevermore  strangers, & for the first time in a long time, we're okay . . .
Take a sip with the co-host,
Yo be yosef, chef and the ghost,
Smoking the most,
Dusty albums, no plays on the shelves, up the bass to twelve,
Decibels, feel the disciples,
Play with automatic rifles,
To haters, talking spiteful,
You so pitiful, suckas can't come off lyrical,
The conflicts crucials, can't dodge, the swords, blades of glory,
Eradicate ya ******, place this on the top ten,
See me next to Big Ben, one hundred, the clocks is running,
Times almost up, check the smooth cut, say what?,
Bogard the studio, when I hear the instrumental, poetic aesthetics,
Words prophetic, haters don't get it,the flows forbidden,
Kicked out the garden of Eden, when I started believing,
Cleaving, onto wisdom then some,
Shot out of the web,
One love to mom Deb, see me step, like Fetchin,
From the bullets, snapping from every direction, hits like a *******,
*****,
Can't push me, guard it down like Kobe, lyrical Shinobi,
Told yall, I control thee,
Mics skills, iced grills, feel these cold chills, laid on the hills,
Golden wine, ****** when I get too much Christ,-
Al we all have a ball, summer time to fall, laid up in the winter,
Voyage with me, to the center,
Of the crown chakra, hats that drop ya, word to Legba,
Latinas call me papi Pappa,
The true don dada, **** hoes who wear Prada, haters get a nada,
Don't try to step, to the godfather,
Bounded by the crystals, in my intellectual, **** a bisexual,
Chicks, don't play with *****,
Only myself, if I'm feeling it,
Hold up, cut the verse out, we bout to break out, like a peel out,
Y'all love to chase clout, I chase the money routes,
Stocks like Vanguard to Black rock,
So ya know I stay hard,
Two pits and a saint Bernard to guard, my colossal,
Mansion check the expansion,
I'll leave heads ringing,
Charles Manson, check the new rap anthem, connect like tandems,
My guns don't jam son,
Word up, this hits deep up in ya guts, stomach achin',
Awaken, from the supreme god taken,
All souls, down into the valley scrolls, know ya role,
Lounging on top of the seven cities,
Golden hill, let the words spill,
Vibrate ya melons, til ya feel,
The words that thrill,
The average nay sayer, not a player or a hater, I stay classic as Sega,
The sage continues, Wu making venues, cosmical values,
Got props from the, Parliament crew,
Dap up my homies, on the avenue,
Down the red, white and blue,
Solja rags, hot tags, got ******* to bag, **** with us,
You'll be in bags, trash took out, see us look out,
For each other, sister to brother no other, lay this beat as gutter,
Try to test the mic, only to end up in a permanent stutter,
Wings of desire

Exiting that dark box with the crowd -
Catharsis
I dap my friends up, trot off
In my comfy Salomons, up to the cultural centre.
Board the 345, rest my head against the glass.
See the lights of the highway and the reflection of the river dance in between the bridges railings.
Subterranean
Against the window, Watch the different peoples faces as the walk down the isle
She’s going to make someone smile
He’d be nice to have a beer with
She’s missing home I bet
He’s probably someone’s dad
They’re new to Brissy.
Hop off, power walk back to the house over wavey KG hills.
Pass Queenslanders with pink lit rooms
Warmly suspended units
Glowing windows in distant terraces
Glancing into every home, a fraction of a life at time
Feeling a part of it all
Cross the road
Inspect the curb side collection
Almost don’t notice the watering can -
Perfect, I can use this for my new plants
Come inside
Write this poem
Marnie in my headphones
Solitude
And surrounding suburbs.

2. Paris Texas

Driver don’t slow down now
Keep going
Don’t drop me to my house
I don’t want to   be   anymore
I wanna look out the passenger window forever
I wanna to be a gaze with no body
I wanna be incorporeal
Rid me of this vessel and the weapon it conceals
I don’t want to be the perceiver, just the spectator
Looking out at shimmering office blocks
Meshes of rushing leaves
Languid and fluid
Evaporate me into the Ether
Undo my flesh and with it, sin
I don’t want to   be   anymore
Make me into one of those angels , floating around listlessly
Clip my desires and give me wings
Drop me in the Texas dirt, and wipe my guilt away.

3. Perfect Days

Coming into that bright globe
Reality
I hug my sister goodbye , I’ll see her again tomorrow
But after…
The sun on my skin , from euphoric to swampy
The facade of happiness or stubborn sadness
Arbitrary either way
My legs carry me across the bridge,
I see so many people
I will be okay without them
I see a little beetle struggling on its back, my finger goes down to turn him over
I contain multitudes
I am not the best or the worst of what I’ve done
I am brown Brisbane water
Stretching out to blue pacific sea
Don’t chase that ghost of euphoric transformation
Change is constant and gradual, like rocks worn by water
Like rivers changing shape
Come into yourself
Returning agency
Over lapping Shadows of perfection
52 days.
3 poems based on 3 movies written on 3 different occasions after viewing

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