"defintion" poems
I wanted to be more
More than the way my eyebrows arch
More than the size of my *******
More than the length of my legs
More than what size jeans I wear
More than the color of my eyes
More than my body shape
I am more
I'm the music I listen to
And the songs that make me feel something
New
I'm my favorite books
And the lines I highlight just so I never forget
Them
I'm the times I've been hurt
But even more so I'm the times I picked myself back
Up
I'm my favorite movies
And the scenes that made me feel I was a character
Too
I'm not just the beauty you see
It's much deeper than that
I'm the love I give
But I never let myself be defined by the love I don't
Receive
Because the defintion of me isn't the people who refuse to love me
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
tonight I will bleed out the defintion between us
tonight I will leak like the ocean in between every grain of sand
tonight I will break my body in all the pieces
tommorow I will leave you
tommorow I will make every vertabra in your back shake
tommorow I will sweep you into my mind
and drench you out thinking about my sleepless night
yesterday I held you
yesterday I blushed when you came to kiss my cheek
yesterday I listened to your heart sing under your skin
yesterday I felt you in my stomach
yesterday you were my favorite song played by the ancestors
of all the greatest composers
yesterday you were the art of my life
and the cleanliness in my heart
yesterday I invisioned a picture of you and me
and a small soul between us, a painted mixture of you and I
yesterday you were the bone in my fingers
that helped me write soft things
now your the rapture in my heart
and the fire burning my wings
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Slashers Defined
In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could
reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much
time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues,
rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree.
If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured.
Anyway on with the show.
Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos.
Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm
Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been
Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot
Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz –
Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo
Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure
Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman
Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock
Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen
Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow
Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play)
Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz
Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock
Goerge Benson – Jazz
Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock
Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad
Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo
Joe Satriani - New age – solo
Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo
Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo
Chet Atkins – jazz, country
John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo
Neal Schon – Journey
Steve Lukather – Toto
Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo
Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo
Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing
Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard)
Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's
Phil Keaggy – New age Christian
Robin Trower – Procul Harem
Brian May – Queen
Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan
Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues
Carlos Santana – Santana
Ronnie Montrose – Montrose
Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion
Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
~
who knows the definition of a poet?
~
*for my friend, S.Y,
who I will embrace with both hands,
both eyes, when he hands me a signed copy of a book
that answers the question*
weighty subjects deserve your best work,
expressions of affection and introspection,
need careful reflection, a proper set up for the
tumult inevitable when delving in the unopened recesses
where the answers kept
so, of course, the writing commences well after 1:00am,
when the darkness of night clarifies the process,
for I work by day but live by night,
when summoning up my one tool no one can take away,
the joy, the relief, the spectacular exultation of
rearranging the aleph bet in new ways,
when the quietude of reflection transports me
across the continents in visions of what will be
I don't know if I know the answer, perhaps, any answers,
but when this man demands
the ebb tides of soul to depart,
to make him stand alone on the shore of endings,
forcing him to acknowledge his reckonings,
lonely, only humanity and frailties
I hear a voice gruff growling and me laughing-
"cut to the chase, make your point, get out of people’s way"
so in your honor, this simp fool who asks questions
no human has any business, the answers knowing,
will one last stanza grant and give and
yours to keep,
and commence countdown waiting for that day of welcoming
*from the underground comes a chorus of voices,
in one voice but many languages, chanting:*
***all humans are poets
who acknowledge and freely confess that the
blood and stuff, the kisses and the touches of family and friends,
parent and child,
are the ***** and the egg,
the beginning and the circulation of the never ending,
the open entrance that penetrates the berm surrounding real life,
all these are the root and the stem and the blossoming,
of poetry writ large, for they who have these in their possess,
are surely by definition certainly
humans, poets***
~
5/14/17 2:05am
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
All it took was one gentle swift against the wind & I would be plummeting to a world where I would never get to swiftly take my feet off the ground & call it a night ever again.
It was scary thinking about the idea that life is just a code word for death & almost everything I have ever physically or emotionally touched has more significance than my touch ever will.
Life reminds me of all the ingredients a smile is made of & why it takes so long to perfect it.
My existential past, present, & future are all calling out for me now, but my vulnerable mind is nowhere to be found.
I have never trembled so drastically before.
I want to continue my stay to further my research on all of the reasons why humans have never picked me first in gym class, or why love has never reached out to give me a helping hand, or why my name was always at the beginning of the sentence that always ended with smiles turning into bruises & bruises turning into unwelcome memories.
Life is a joke, yet it has the only punch line that has ever terrified me.
The feeling of drowning has always made me think of what the true defintion of home really is.
I'm so scared, but these tears won't be around much longer & that's really the only happy thought i've had in the past few years.
A young boy once asked me what the meaning of life was, & my answer has haunted me ever since there was life before death & the only look I gave him was a look that even lightning would turn its back to; the only look in my life that has ever made someone other than myself fear the unknown; this is my apology to that young, innocent boy's eyes; this is my apology.
Writing this has made me realize 5 things:
1.) You can't run from air, no matter how bad you want to stop breathing.
2.) There is no such thing as being "fully gone", even after you think that you have found your escape route out.
3.) Writing your feelings down onto pieces of paper doesn't necessarily mean that people will all of a sudden come running to your rescue, apologizing for being themselves, & beg for your forgiveness out of pure love & regret.
4.) Not everyone can be the hero; but you must soon realize that just because you are not the hero doesn't mean that you are the villain.
5.) I'm not afraid anymore.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
can one find happiness within dark trenches?
not if one can't be both happy and defenseless
for happiness comes along with barries and walls
which rapidly disinitegrate when such boundaries fall
caged and shackled within defintion
one's true happiness is clouded with subtle ambition
for is what one has determines who one is
then should one redefine what it means to live?
should one bow and bend with the status quo?
give up what is is felt burning inside
for the soothing assurance of what society knows
afriad to create a new route and step out of line
instead, blindfolded, we surrender
giving up our mind
making oursleves hollow and empty becoming utterly senseless
piling up armor yet claiming to be defenseless
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
I hate defintions
if you define me i become by defintion; defined
define feces
****
excriment
poo
once feces allways feces
you see?
you define me i have no room left to grow
i have nothing left to change i cant change my personality or my style my job or my lover
definie me and you **** me
so i dont mind that my best friends know so little about me
because the moment they know everything about me,
i become known
and my secrets arent my own
so when someone asks me to tell me about my self,
i like to respond
"by definition; undefined"
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Look at me I'm no genius but I do believe *I want your
Love*
Not your bruises those leave to much hurt but your
Love
Soft Icecream words not the ones you whisper as
You find access in my jeans *I want
Your love* that same emotion that causes me
To sneak out for you Friday to Sunday True devotion not a religion sorta like how you play your video games
No I want LOVE
not that kind you enforce is how its suppose
To be by pointing at my mom and your dad saying
"This is love baby"
I want your love
Not the bottle loves me love that my mom holds at night that I wipe off her chin neither that black and blue is beauty love that your dad shows to your mom I want your love plus attention the kind that's like when the whole football team has seen the picture I sent you promised me never to show, Another girl the love I crave but something else made her name the kid junior
Right?
I want your love so give it to me cause I know I haven't been receiving the definition of love to not be a genius
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:36 PM UTC
"Lethal:
1. Sufficient to cause death.
2. Very harmful or destructive"
The dictionnary's definitions of lethal is my only definition of you.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
When someone asks you "How are you doing" and you respond saying "good". What is good really? Good is a defintion that disguises hurt and pain, laughters and smiles all at the sametime.
I can tell just by the way she carries herself. She is "good". She is trying to takeover both sides of the scale, trying to be "just right" at the sametime trying to be sarcastic and attractive.
They're miles apart and she jumbles all her feelings into words but why do she bother when its just going to make her look desparate for love. She's passed hurt and confused. He treated her like an old dusty coin he just happend to find under his bed and living this fairy tale life. She feels as though something was missing like a variable from an equation when she has sacrificed her life for him and in return he has nothing. Instead of saying this was a bad beginning but rather say a lessoned learned ending when she asks him the question he says that he is "good"
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Dear Wait, Leave sore shell beneficit swoon sails lome, snails more
kooth black maze ''sim Dential forest” soot, Son'er peer talk
La Scent Lou'a Brist March - birch sub Howl hind
Settle Biscuit Shallow sum Cellar flumer gee fellow
Brave Pur scene Noir scents ink bladen broom abloof eyes saw gnaw
ad collet burst shallow heart gape grimark green cutains hawk
sake ways law once depends institute defintion soup Mind
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
What will the future hold for you? Life is unpredictable you will never know which direction it will lead you in. Having to live a life where you dealt with lies and pain. trust is not something that you recieve as a gift and in return you take advantage of it. Love is often times misused especially when your young. You think that you've found the right one you will spend the rest of your life with, but do you really know what love is? Its heartbreaking to feel such affection for another human-being when in return they disregard your trust. It may be hard to figure out the path God has chosen to direct you in because once again life is unpredictable. But once you have realized you have been living in the dark to long you always hope to find light. To love someone else you must first love yourself. If not, then you don't know what love is at all. When that light is found, you know that your life has reached that turning point. Juggling two different paths is not the answer it will only make life harder. At any point life is not easy, but it takes common sense to know which life you want to live. When God has blessed you with a queen you don't lower your standards, you will love and cherish like an abyss. This means when she's down you light her days up, when she's hurt, you comfort her, whens she cries, you make her laugh. Love isn't about money, clubs and cars, but it's simply just being there for one another and trusting that there is loyalty in the relationship. "Trust in the Lord completely, and don't depend on you own knowledge. With every step you take, think about what he wants, and he will help you go the right way." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
I stack poems high
Past the sky so why lie
I braille third eye
No need to take a sigh
Never was down the evol Messiah
Put out the fire
Once I became replenished with water defintion of slaughter
I'm bound to nature styles create a
Soul sound debater slow cruise like an elevator
Sniff out spectators they advance me greater
Play you all like classic Sega
Genesis the new nemesis sending this
Poem in ya ear so don't dismiss
Or diss cause you might miss
The rhymes of a great lyricist
The poems that light up like a Christmas
I got writes to rite ritual it's habitual
Prime Animal far from a cannibal
Cold blooded mammals
Got ya back arched harder than a camel
We got ammo to go so sit back enjoy the show
Cold as snow mixed with nitro
I got sixty seconds on the floor
Raise eyebrows so you know how
My styles be similar to Owls
Head twistin' got ya own spirit kissin'
Pay attention and listen
I toast to christening but then again
Stay close to enemies
I feed em well ***** So they tell
On themselves swell
Their heads til it goes stale
Sips of holy grail so I don't fail
We ship more posts than mail
Gang of cartels who livin well?
Yo it ain't hard to tell
My poems you love 'em
Wait that's evol but that's the words told paying toll
I didn't want to do it you blew it
Rap Super Saiyan
Ignore ya rhymes like what you sayin'
Poetic slayin'
Til the day that I die
I'll be spittin' multi's
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC