"demolitions" poems
Whispers questioning foreigners
Building tension from table across
Take a knife and dissect differences
The eyes light, oestrogen unequalises
Taunting demons flirting and damning
Why do you need to case in boxes?
Daunted, a downwards destruction
Demolitions makes the peace go away
Maps are just a physical division of space
A worth that float and boasts territories
How can we ever make this go away?
Barbaric conceptions, traumatic redemptions
The discernment pleading patriotism
Humanity claiming one consciouness
Nationality embodied in bordered lines
A contradictory label leading to disunion
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
CJ attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin wit the chrome
Im blowin to the bone
My title be known.. cannibal.. dynamical maestro
Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
Seconds minutes led the hour.. wein the power
Spittin bibles..the sunshower.. the wise out on the scene
They think we forget the dream
My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors saying can you and your crew.. oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
Deeper than.. Sum chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin
Like some chicken heads on the ground
Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
Me and my clique sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
I'm a demolitions expert of renown
Star of the show, the talk of the town
A destroyer of worlds they say
Or at the very least a destroyer of one
Voices rang inside my head
When things were good in my life
The urge to sabotage, the want to destroy
The desire to go off-course, the desire to stop
It has been there for as long as I can remember
Guiding me to the dark path
More often winning than being ignored
It was something I blamed for the way things are
But that was just me, my subconscious, my insecurity
Molding my decisions to be as suboptimal as possible
I need to accept, and got to learn accountability
Face the consequences, and fix the broken crucible
I want to destroy no more, for destruction is already here
Already suffering for the mess I have made
What I thought I deserved, I definitely do not
Now I have to make do with what little I have left
Let it stand as a lesson, let it stay as a warning
Beware when you light the fuse and watch the sparks
They may shine beautifully, but they are searing to the eyes
And if you do continue, give the big boom my regards
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:07 PM UTC
Why, we say with perished thought,
of taxes, blood, and groans,
that mortality would be so tedious that
it carries no life of its own
and tunnels through the silken earth
but blind to the unknown?
Mysteries of adrenaline thieves
that pause not in thought but dismay
and ventures through TVs
and cares little of the day
and grinds each crooked tooth
on chemicals that disintegrate.
Words fall to white noise
silence in the ambulance siren's cry
office buildings tumble down
earthquakes blink their eye
but little learnt of each tragedy
is forgotten with every day go by.
Settled and careful, intent on contempt
dull faces, dull pencils, and stars
with dying fires eat our hearts,
numb our minds in taxi cars
hell bound or heaven sent,
each dream left in precise shards.
Demolitions, wars of attrition
the unborn turn in their graves
fighting for freedom and return
not knowing they too are slaves
manufactured like machines
holes in souls we call caves.
And I'm not cut out for blood lust
or sex-and-drug life ecstacy
or thinking that a little violence
is what sets a man free
or caged up by withdrawls
in mind's shattered harmony
I'm not cut out for half-assed heartbeats
faked smiles, sold by the pound
frozen footsteps, weighted measures
eyes digging deeper in the ground
or highway lullabies choked down
or dying in life without a sound.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
The speed limit was 50,
And we were climbing 85.
You pushed me to go faster.
We knew we were in too deep,
Demolitions only lasts for so long.
It was too cold to take such risky measures.
We lived fast and loud,
And we never saw this disaster coming on,
Head on.
Freeze, spin, collide, blackout.
You spun me out
And totaled the mechanism of my heart.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Eventful yet again
Pieces and fragments
Relenting and reminiscing
Time passes focused obliteration
Dragging into abysmal demolitions
Concurrency faltered
Incessant drive for higher grounds
Turmoil inside a dessert
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
I still love you
or at least I still love that girl
that I met, the one who played with bugs
and was so fluttery herself.
I've written this before
this lacks any spark
I've taken this fall before
this lacks any treachery
I've blurted this apology before
this lacks any meaning
But if I could take the he
out of them
and leave a speakable word,
I would say it with you
and if I could take the last four months
out of forever
I would die to do it
I needed a rock but all I found was rock bottom
No one could have stopped me
I was so determined to find it
Maybe a failure doesn't bounce
until he hits the ground
but I'm not sure I want to live with the bruises
Hurting you is the deepest
darkest
largest bruise that I covet
and I use that word for a reason
Its not right how close I come to wanting
what I hate
Some of these walls are learned
but they're all self made
including the one that stands between my heart
and yours
and right now
the person I am would trade everything he has
for the knowledge possessed
by an expertly trained demolitions team
but HE CANT
and he knows good and well
that if he did
the person he becomes in those few
candlelight hours of slumber
between today and tomorrow
would only use the stolen craft
to come crashing down on himself
and on you
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
before we elect politicians
they present themselves full of ambitions
when elections are over
they go under cover
and blame others for their demolitions
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
i need something new to be proud of
for pride is fleeting, it doesn't last
the Buddha would say to lose the desire for it
turn away and let it pass
but consumerism won't have it
they'd rather i covet my neighbors goods
and above, the Divine stays silent
making me choose what i think i should
the thorny crown is the work of madmen
and the ****** weapon became sacred somehow
they say demons fear it, won't go near it
but I'd think they'd celebrate that now
I'd rather not focus on death
desperately trying to find some magic meaning
we should instead focus on life
and what we can learn from sacred teachings
others obsess with demolitions
easily offended and militaristic
the result is an endless conflict
what is wrong with all these religions?
Lord, something needs to set us straight
have you a new saint or prophet to send our way?
would we even be receptive
or would we **** him just the same?
please tell me there is hope for us
oh "Lord of holy hosts"
please tell us you're compassionate
and your "armies" are a hoax.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
You were handed a time bomb instead of a bouncing baby
And for sixteen years you tried to cut the right wire
Only to realize you're no demolitions expert
And so you sacrificed me
(To save yourself?)
(To save me?)
And as soon as you sped off, bracing yourself for impact
I extinguished
And for three more years, I waited
Waited for a sign
That since I was no longer a threat,
You might finally feel something
I'm still waiting
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
© Matthew Goff
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Insane like a heartless confession,
Soul sessions,
Reality of the beast spreading infection
I Spread the Ded in Poet,
Like a sobering moment-
Know it,
I take you down with me
As you took me to highest heights,
When you leave:
Even crickets seem to sigh at night,
Revelations
Pain soars hand in hand with happiness,
Ironical elevations,
Teleportation
Body and soul
Better for the sickness,
I see i love you,
Destroyer of beauty with the quickness,
Personal mixing with business,
What is this,
A brokenness with every decision,
Precision demolitions,
Words of fire.
Love the ammunition,
A contradiction conflicting,
Happiness sickening,
Bring on the quickening
Pace,
Face of the beast,
Hopeless in your light,
I see when its too late,
I earthquake,
Shake my head though,
How much of me can you take,
I still beg you dont leave though,
Lets be clear yo,
Im intentionally devided,
Lifetime glitch provided,
I cant hide it,
Fight it.....
Im down for you,
You go, i go,
Us against the world;
Easy though,
Me against you,
I really dont know.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil
Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals
While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC