"debtor" poems
We went to the movies and I didn't bring a sweater.
But the night was coldly filled with goosebump raising weather.
There were goosebumps on my skin but I didn't have my sweater.
I thought it would be better if we sat closer together.
You wrapped your arms around me and were my warmth spreader.
You made my heart melt and now I will forever be your debtor.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
(rough translation)
debt
debt
debtor
tonight it howls
in tumbleweed tongues
beaten about and windblown
over a barren, over-there road
a dust-tongue stretches
licking skeletons
all the way to feet of the silver hills
that lie in the moon of the Little Karoo
debt
debt
debt in vein
Mother is a stranger
just standing there and sipping tea
in another woman’s blue kitchen
debt
debt
debt in her
all staring at the cracks
reflecting on the windowpane
the fragile earth’s
dismembered
but
the rain will come
my child
the rain will come
prophesy the rust-red clouds
all bellowing in the wind
Mother will stand
unequivocal
as untamed buffalo grass --
rooted and valid
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
You can rate me,
You can bait me,
You can freight me,
You can strait me,
Simulate me,
Even better
Drop a roofie,
Game a debtor.
You're so groovy, misbehaving,
Misbehaving,
Give it to me,
Trouble waiting,
Fascinating,
Always mating,
You can wake me,
You can slave me,
You can grade me,
You can shave me,
Integrate me,
I pulsating
A new navy,
All the skimmings,
Underpinning
Jehovah's witness,
Keep on stalking,
Better fitness,
Keep on shocking,
Shell is thinning,
Gettin' gotten,
Rot 'n' reeling.
Don't touch my bikini.
Better smile when you see me,
You can stare
That's a freebie.
Don't touch my bikini.
Looking is free,
But touching's gonna cost you
Something.
Smooth and lanky,
Hanky panky,
Got no treat or
New York Yankee,
Super leader,
Count to seven,
Go to Paris,
Break the leaven,
Roger Maris,
Bleed the Czar,
Shooting star,
You're so levy,
You're so sunny,
Getting ready,
Here's the money,
Socking heady,
Making honey,
Toasting herons,
That's not funny,
Waiter Betty,
Way too ****
You're so on it,
You're so honest,
You can fool me,
You remold me,
All the preachers never told me,
Heavy breathing
Punting reason,
Welcome season.
Don't touch my graffiti.
Smile if you dare,
Oily oinkers everywhere.
Keep watching, you graffiti.
Next time you'll learn
That touching's gonna cost you
Something.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes
Gladly engrave thy love in steel,
If what my soul doth feel sometimes
My soul might ever feel!
Although there were some forty heav’ns, or more,
Sometimes I peer above them all;
Sometimes I hardly reach a score,
Sometimes to hell I fall.
O rack me not to such a vast extent;
Those distances belong to thee:
The world’s too little for thy tent,
A grave too big for me.
Wilt thou meet arms with man, that thou dost stretch
A crum of dust from heav’n to hell?
Will great God measure with a wretch?
Shall he thy stature spell?
O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid,
O let me roost and nestle there:
Then of a sinner thou art rid,
And I of hope and fear.
Yet take thy way; for sure thy way is best:
Stretch or contract me, thy poor debtor:
This is but tuning of my breast,
To make the music better.
Whether I fly with angels, fall with dust,
Thy hands made both, and I am there:
Thy power and love, my love and trust
Make one place ev’ry where.
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I glimpse through the curtains
A flickering light,
And my imagination takes hold
On this stagnant spring night.
I fancy it a signal,
A call to something great;
It’s the start of an adventure,
The beckoning of fate.
When I investigate its source,
I know my life will change,
I’m in the beginning of a book
And my quest’s on the next page.
I’ll join up with a band of outcasts
To find a missing link,
There’ll be riddles for us to solve,
And an antagonist to outthink.
We’ll encounter many obstacles
As we fight to reach our goal,
Like a turncoat within our ranks,
Or an unexpected troll.
We’ll make camp along the roads we walk,
And dine on cheese and bread,
And our enemies will dog our steps,
But we’ll remain one pace ahead.
At some point along the way
I’ll discover a hidden skill,
It’ll be something supernatural,
Like the power of my will.
I’ll use it in the ******
For the ultimate defeat,
To overcome the opposition
And force them to retreat.
And we’ll celebrate our victory
Of evil overcome,
But our optimism will soon die down
As we realize what’s to come,
Our journey has reached its end
And we’ll be ****** aside by fate,
The world no longer needs us,
Now that we’ve accomplished something great.
The only thing that’s left to do
Is go back to where we’re from,
Back to unfamiliar lives
As the people we’ve become.
But when I finally get back home,
I’ll have nothing to regret,
I did what I was meant to do,
And no one will soon forget.
I made the difference only I could make,
And all is for the better,
I answered the call of destiny
And am no longer called its debtor.
I wish this were the case
In the reality that I’m in,
But another flash of light
Reminds me where I am.
Sitting in my bedroom,
As much in debt as ever,
Imagining that I was part
Of some life-changing endeavor.
I wish that fate would show its face,
And tell me what to do,
Even just a hint
Would be enough to get me through.
As I think back on my story
I see the light again,
And I wonder, if I go outside
Will my adventure at last begin?
Maybe this is it
And destiny chose tonight.
Maybe fate is waiting
For me to investigate the light.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
3 AM, I roll onto the floor;
No use trying to sleep anymore.
Anxiety shakes me to the core;
I walk to the bathroom, I lock the door.
The raven pecks at the window, so I let it in;
It tells me there's no escape from my sin.
It says that I've failed, and I'll fail again,
It says it never lasts when I try to repent...
I humor the raven, I listen to its lore;
I begin to think it's right, as my head grows sore.
Will I ever different from who I was before?
Quoth the raven: "Nevermore".
Once upon a midnight dreary,
A midnight I have dreaded dearly,
I crawl to the sink, and I can't help fearing
The raven's words I hated hearing.
"I'm sorry!" I cry, "I want to do better!"
But how many times have I written those letters?
How can I ever pay? I'm the hopeless debtor;
And I can't always hide in the fabric of my sweater.
The raven tells me I'm a figurative *****
I'm huddled in the cabinet, writing metaphors.
Will I ever have a mind free of blood and gore?
Quoth the raven: "Nevermore".
Why won't you leave me alone, you Godforsaken bird!?
To hell with you, and your pessimistic words!
I'm sick of being beaten, broken down, and disturbed;
You might be right, but you might be absurd.
I will try to change once more, as the night gives up its reign;
For a short while, I will return to being sane.
But the night will come again, as the sun can not remain,
And with it comes the raven, waiting at my window pane.
Why me!? Why me!? What does it bother me for?
I tried to do what's right! I can't take this anymore!
Will it ever stop peck, peck, pecking at my door!?
Quoth the raven: "Nevermore".
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
he told me, "put down the cigarette,"
worried i'd get sick.
i looked at him with regret,
craving nicotine like a nervous tick.
we left around half past twelve,
just to clear the air,
leaving my heart on the shelves.
he asked, "is this really fair?
breaking my heart this way?"
he reiterated his worry.
and i laughed it all away
"don't fret, my honey.
i'm clean and new.
my heart has been glued
and is no longer in two.
i'm eating my food -
see look! my ribs!
they're aren't as pronounced.
maybe one day we really can have kids."
his hand held mine as he denounced
that i was still no good
i was still no better
than before emotions would flood
his heart, i still his debtor.
so on i went,
forward to the waves,
and on this pole i leant,
until i came to with sun's rays...
and i became one with the sea.
she is more than i would ever be.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
We all have a scarlet letter
Blazing within our chest.
Some make no attempt to hide it;
Others conceal it best.
I look at some people
And I see their scarlet letter-
And I judge.
I look at the adulteress
And I scorn her-
But I've done the same
Anytime I look for peace
From anywhere but my Lord.
I look at the drunk
And I am disgusted-
But I sin all the same,
Albeit a different way.
I look at the temptress
And I am reviled-
But how many times
Have I played the
Same game?
I look at the sinners-
But I'm really looking
In the mirror-
And I judge them-
But I'm really judging me.
I look at the atheist
And say "How could he
Believe that?"-
But when I live
In sin
And rebellion,
I am showing atheism
Incarnate.
I had a scarlet letter
Blazing on my chest-
I made every attempt to hide it
And save my wounded pride.
But then one day
I met the Savior
And He took my scarlet letter
And placed it on His back-
Now I'm a scarlet debtor
And my letter
Is my past.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of *******
2 Behold, I Paul say unto you, that if ye be circumcised, Christ shall profit you nothing.
3 For I testify again to every man that is circumcised, that he is a debtor to do the whole law.
4 Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace.
5 For we through the Spirit wait for the hope of righteousness by faith.
6 For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love.
7 Ye did run well; who did hinder you that ye should not obey the truth?
8 This persuasion cometh not of him that calleth you.
9 A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.
10 I have confidence in you through the Lord, that ye will be none otherwise minded: but he that troubleth you shall bear his judgment, whosoever he be.
11 And I, brethren, if I yet preach circumcision, why do I yet suffer persecution? then is the offence of the cross ceased.
12 I would they were even cut off which trouble you.
13 For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only use not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.
14 For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
15 But if ye bite and devour one another, take heed that ye be not consumed one of another.
16 This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh.
17 For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.
18 But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law.
19 Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness,
20 Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies,
21 Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
23 Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
24 And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.
25 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.
26 Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
So long as my spirit still
Is glad of breath
And lifts its plumes of pride
In the dark face of death;
While I am curious still
Of love and fame,
Keeping my heart too high
For the years to tame,
How can I quarrel with fate
Since I can see
I am a debtor to life,
Not life to me?
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I am a prisoner
of words
done said,
debtor
to the those
urging
deep in my head,
brilliant light
that turns us
into circling moths
and it grips
like the lines
that forms the dots
for those
a blurred
dream
coming into being
like a meme,
ever present
like the shadows
waiting to be one
beyond the dark,
unseen like
the underground movement
the arteries felt
the choke of the smoke
more work for my heart,
there is method to my madness
otherwise, this wouldn’t be an art*
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
So, now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind,
He learned but surety-like to write for me
Under that bond that him as fist doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that putt’st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me;
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
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Hear my cry dear God,
My cry of sorrow.
Do you have any strength I could borrow?
Cause I'm living with a head full of fears.
I've held on to them for all these years.
They've been crawling all inside my head.
And I want to be set free from this horrible side of me.
I want faith. I want your hope. I want it now.
I know for a fact you won't let me down.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
the ancient anxiety of dogs.
has winter
no levy
it cannot call.
bread;
the saying of bread.
bald man
in a hair salon
religion.
but also, bravery.
our present loss, lost
to the foreclosure
of immediacy.
litany's take,
a rake.
treads your boy
to banquet-
passes my own
pulling a mouth
from a wire fence
and waves.
was not believed
a child
this faith.
the strength of my father
to **** his due.
the strength of yours, too.
be still. and full.
has place
no debtor
in lull.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
Do you remember
The flagship's contender?
The rolling cold waves by the dock
And she herself was the sender
So did you attend her
Last day of rest by the rock?
She'd written you notes
passed by sailors on boats
But you would just sit there and cry
As she sat feeding the goats
With barley and oats
While you watched from your tower in the sky
And she didn't forget
The first time you'd met
By the lake house with dusk's tender fall
And her kiss was a threat
That put you in debt
When you told her that she was your all
Her undying love letter
Didn't make you feel better
As you knew you were claimed by the sea
How could you let her
Become your love debtor
When you knew that it never could be
When you returned
Your stomach it turned
As you stared at her home by the lake
And her father confirmed
Of what you already had learned
That her death was your cold mistake
On her funeral day
You had nothing to say
Clutching the letters she wrote in your fist
And you couldn't stay
you'd lead her astray
But loved her from the moment you kissed
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
It's 3:43 AM.
I can't close my eyes.
My hearts beating too loud.
My stomach is twisting.
I don't want to be anyone's trouble.
Will I ever be something?
Could I be your honey?
Even though, I have no money?
I need to work.
I'll buy lotto tickets.
Do I have to strip? Or do ****
What does it take?
My first payment is two-hundred and thirty-six dollars
twenty-three cents.
It increases after two years.
I don't have a job yet-
I graduate this May- if I don't die.
If I don't die, I will have to pay
this November.
Our anniversary is in November.
Better find a government job.
Make that cash!
I don't want a sugar daddy with a white mustache.
She said, "Everyone has loans."
Yeah, but I'm no one.
What does it take to get paid
loads
loads
loads
of cash?
I didn't care for money.
Capitalism grants me
no choice but to
Wonder what it's like at the bottom of the ocean?
No structure- it's dark.
I'll become fish food,
in some rich man's aquarium.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Sometimes when things get bad
It's hard to imagine that greatness can ever follow.
Sometimes when things get bad
The *** of gold seems eternally hollow.
As if an eternal sunset may have occurred
And the sun took it's last bow.
And through the dimmed silky moonlight
You can only see grey clouds.
But that's only sometimes
And the world gets better.
I can promise you this.
You won't always be a debtor.
One day you'll collect
And the sun will shine brighter.
And you'll stand proud
Because you were the last fighter.
So keep pushing
And get up when you've been slammed down.
Because a human with such brilliance
Does not belong on the ground.
Do not listen to unrealistic words
Go forth and persevere.
So you can always be proud
When you see your face in the mirror
And when the light doesn't seem to shine
And your lifelines look severed.
Use your own mind to remember
"Sometimes" is not forever.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
i worry in tenses.
past, present and future
to stave off the huntsman whose after my head.
dire regrets are no more of a reaper
than the incubus lying still under my bed.
it's not the long shadow that
quickens my heartbeat
it's who he belongs to frightens me so.
not what i acknowledge
that gives me cold blood chills
it's all of the lovers i'll have to forego.
Cerberus came once to settle my debtor
handing him payment, i'm awful contrite.
for now one can love me
and no one can mourn as i'm
burdened to love him in black hematite.
Sahn 08/10/15
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
You said you dreamed about her eyes last night,
And what you called The Unreachable Light,
And you wept with a bitterness that cracked your lips with salt.
Your voice breaks with vain repetitions,
as you wring your wrists in mournful frustration;
An impatient aching, the veins in your face a silent screaming proclamation;
I am a man at fault.
This is all my fault.
Your mind, riddled with sharp stalactites of cold indignation,
Condescending every other second with rhythmic dripping condensation,
And the sound it makes keeps you awake with miserable reminders of resounding blame-
Drip-
(Stop.)
Drip-
(I have been dead so long.)
You cut your teeth on infidelity,
and you raged against the Lord,
“There is no sun!
There is no meaning!”
And you put out your eyes so you’d never see that you were wrong.
Oh to hate how great a debtor,
How small is your belief!
You said the end was without absolution,
But I think you know it isn’t true.
Drip-
(Stop.)
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Your old man
came into the lounge
where you were watching
black and white TV
and your mother was standing
talking to an uncle
it’s the baker
your old man said
he wants his £50
what £50?
your mother asked
the £50 I owe him
well pay him
your mother said
I can’t
I don’t have it
you watched
the cowboy film
with half interest
you took a glance
at the debtor
well tell him
you’ll pay him
next week
your mother said
I told him that
last week
your old man said
what did you want
to borrow £50
from the baker for?
your mother asked
her cheeks getting flushed
to buy my new suit
what new suit?
the one I’m having made
you noticed
your old man’s
moustache flicker
and he stroked it
as he did
when cornered
your mother
breathed heavy
and you looked
at the uncle
ok
the uncle said
here’s the £50
go pay him
what you owe
to get him off your back
but you better pay me back
or I’ll bust your head
sure I will
your old man said
going out of the room
clutching the money
in his palm
your mother sighed
and the uncle
put away his wallet
into an inside pocket
and you saw that one
of the cowboys
on the black and white
TV screen
had been shot
and died
the other looked angry
and ugly
and mean.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.
A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.
Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.
Dining on mice that dash out of holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
There is nothing I could ever do. I could never give enough
to even begin to repay.
I sense the weight of debt paid.
My love and dedication falls short of this abundant grace
as all the efforts of a world
that gives out of selfishness.
I often live in denial of what I must repaythough I never could repay . . .
but the inclination must be there.
I carry the weight of debt paid.
I have learned to acknowledge the debt and accept that I was debtor to a weight that would surely have crushed me.
I have learned to freely give back of what was freely given to me.
I live under the weight of debt paid.
©2017 Daniel Tucker
All Rights Reserved.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
The price paid, begrudging none
The True Debtor knows the cost
Parts willingly, and would again
Should ever more be required
Feeling each moment that more is owed
Though so little, so little is asked
Giving all, every drop
Of heartsblood for the cause
For none greater exists
Nor could such ever be risen above
Always asking, What more, what more
Can I, to you, bestow?
And the smile, the touch, alone
Are the given response
Satisfying, overwhelming
The True Debtor, with luck unmatched
Pays again, 'til naught remains
But neither fades nor diminishes
And so Love moves the two
Each feeling the debt
Each paying their all, their all again
Until it cannot be said to whom the other belongs
Until they cannot be told apart
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
smell hell
a rocket rips straight up
white
handsom ambiguous evil
a little bag of *****
whatever, it ****** works
this is different from nothing
this i guess is better
this i love to do
this became my debtor
blanks drawing outlines
wine colours them in
mona lisa nice to meet ya
hows a party of sin
god god off
and we art in heaven
abstainity
roll the fiver
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC