"distractors" poems
i am satiated sinful--
who cares more?
that we've been scorching bliss
and grafting these
blameless bittersweet distractors
like we won't hear thunder-
hiding from the condescending constancy
of raindrops on the tin garage
i will swallow you
until my belly rumbles
*"enough cataclysm,
enough leaky roofs,"*
filling me with sloshing
wistful reminders
of our tranquil dampness,
a shivering placidity in
our secluded synchronicity.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
let's muddle the social structure of relationships with our bodies
just acting on desire
let's rub our ***** bodies with other filthy bodies we encounter
**** being clean
what is cleanliness
I wanted you in an instant
in some creepy way, I'm trying my very best not to seem like a creep
I'm not interested in pushing myself on you
there's never an easy way to ever make a fantasy real
we're learning about visual cues and distractors
you're ******* distracting
I don't see you as an object
I'm judging a book by it's cover but I think
we'd get along
you have tattoos
I have tattoos
**** it
whatever
that's a thing to go off of
the class gets out in 7 minutes
but ****
you already got up and left.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Call it any name.
They still supply the same thing.
It's just the description of the rules that changed.
The Mistress.
The Other Woman.
The Prostitue.
They get paid in similar ways.
For the gifts that they exchange.
Comfort women.
An old trade that many doubt will go anywhere.
Men seeks them out.
Even if they don't advertise.
Men are pursuers of lust.
And the comfort women are the prize.
Money attracts.
Women gives back.
Men are fools.
And the comfort women are the tools.
We can arrest them.
We can expose them.
But at the end of the day.
They relaxed a man somewhere along the way.
Be it the businessman.
Be it the husband.
Or another woman's lover.
The comfort women knows all about them.
Some write books deleteing the names.
Just to protect the good name of the high powerful.
Who hides truth in many ways?
Soldiers been there.
Cowboys went too.
And I hate to say it.
Their biggest distractors the ministers too.
The one that suppose to put moral values in you.
Which proves many aren't better then us.
Yes, comfort women.
Doing the same thing that women in marriages does.
We should act better.
Except, we be only fooling ourselves.
Cause the athletes used money to attract the women they have.
No play.
If you can't pay.
We can hide behind lies.
It's just the truth says so much more.
Comfort women.
If they did it by their own accord.
Then we shouldn't judge them too harsh.
For, to the man they was comfort women of joy.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
*Her peals of laughter, gently rocks, wakes him up
takes away from a midnight dream's warm embrace,
one dream to the other, what she is up to, he feels bit cheated,
like many times before, bit weary of misleading senses,
they are friends of course, distractors too, if unaware of their penchant
Perking his ears he listens, wind whistling in the woods,
rain drops on leaves create sounds of soft laughter.
Every where she is, the nymph, the ethereal presence,
in dreams, in the spirited dance of clouds, in swirl of water
and waves, when the birds play flute from their perches,
in flights that seems meditative trances beyond mind.
She is tranquility incarnate, beauty that grabs mind's eyes
mother who consoles at the time of distress and pain.
The night is silent again, the rain clouds too left to rest
yellow clad moon peeps above the clouds, many gifts we
forget to enjoy, some times without being aware, one leaves*
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Chicago, what's going on?
Killing after killing like it's just a game of darts.
In fear of gangs claiming territory they simply don't own.
And if the government takes a gang eradication approach to deal with it.
Then we would make it a racial attack.
Mainly because the Chicago raging coming mostly from gangs that's black.
Then you hear these ministers crying foul to the news.
But ask yourself?
What?
Are the ministers trying to do in your neighborhoods?
Like many, they preach sermons in church on Sunday talking about storm warnings.
But not true activists like the old guards during segregation.
Take on these gangs like Jesus took on his distractors.
Be brave, be strong, what do you have to lose?
Except for your life.
Sometimes, it's a challenge you have to pay.
Through stupidity, we go for locking these gang members up.
When just maybe they deserve the chair?
Once fear is placed in many.
Then many gang members comprehend the consequences.
Can't always blame the police force, or the mayor for the stupidity of a few.
Young youth thinking in a gang they must show their loyalty.
Forget what color your gang claims?
At the end of the day to them, your blood of death means not a thing.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
Heck, someone was arguing about taxes.
Heck, I thought , why are they arguing about Texas.
It's just a state.
Why are they debating about something that's been around for centuries?
Of course many complains it affects their income.
But fails to realize it also works for the purpose it was formed.
Sure it rises.
And sometimes gets cut.
Which's again is based on several people promise.
Taxes has never being popular.
And it should be.
Because it decides many things accorded to the perspective that's needed.
Income tax, has it distractors.
Similar to when it first became a law.
Now try to eliminate it.
And see that proposal get voted down by many and not just some.
Even in scriptures, we aware that Matthew was a tax collector.
And even his occupation had it purpose.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
His legacy is sealed in the history books.
He stood alone without the support of many elected leaders.
Many wishing for his failure.
Except for eight great years he accomplished more.
That man was President Obama.
Well spoken.
Well-loved.
Even had his various distractors.
He must be acknowledged.
He exposed bigotry that fools thought has resided.
But then fools believe yesterday can turn into tomorrow.
He must be given his due.
We see him mentioned more by the new fool.
Who?
Can't measure up to this educated man.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Ministers states, when they not around.
They wonder how their congregation acts.
But, like kids when parents are around.
We know when to clown.
And when to calm down.
So obvious, they do too.
It's similar to Jesus Coming Into the room.
Where everybody's lives under pretense?
Putting up a front they are.
When they ain't.
We all have failed short of God.
If a invitation were sent out to attend.
He probably attracts more sinners to come in.
It's the souls that's hurt we are seeking.
But everyone's invited even the saints.
Pay attention to the distractors.
Even they tries to gather some attention.
Even, when Jesus Came into the room.
One thing special about this event.
Those that's powerful don't get special treatment.
No assigned seats for those with wealth.
Maybe for those, who's short of breath?
The rich and the poor.
Are seen as the same?
Jesus don't respond to one over the other.
His strength is in the word of his father.
A father that's above all others.
Jesus is his representative.
Spreading the joy of his love.
Which is connected to God above.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
I leave sometimes and feel the freedom I read about in all those books
watching mountains shrink from a moving window
the past stays with them
but crawls back at me
and fights to keep me anchored
to moments in time I used to want to
forget about
but I need them now to help me move toward whatever is next
not to be bothered with trivial errors
I forgive the absurdity which brings us
to where we are right now
confused together
having been told we are wrong
connected in spite of how it may seem
from a distance
anxious about money
and relentless bla-bla
bombarding us hourly
but pay no mind to
perpetual distractors
because there is a serene calm
when the sun rises over new terrain
and I'm alive to see it
I leave sometimes and my heart bursts
looking outward
seeing how sick we are
projecting insecurities
never trusting our instincts
condemning others
it's true we've known what to do
all along
I leave sometimes then return to familiar surroundings
having experienced something I can't explain
crossing paths with whoever was there
possibly for the last time
I will remember how it felt to be in a
delirious mist
with you
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Just read my favorite Novel,
To a buffalo.
She seemed to listen
With those weary eyes, meeting mine
Every now and then.
Her ears wide open,
Fluttering,
To foil the efforts of distractors.
And in between she responded with a sigh,
While casually,
Yet elegantly masticating her lush green lunch.
And at times, she flashed her whites,
Those natural pearl whites, that acquired their sheen out of nowhere!
Then I watch her turn away from me,
Oh! Lightening flash! Before my eyes,
A whip! Across my face!
Her snake-like rear!
What a clear indicator of her fondness for my Novel!
And finally she flopped down into her space,
Rested like never before.
I've never seen a creature more exhausted.
An enlightenment I felt, after that whip,
A realization of the zero net effect
On the poor creature,
Compelling me to recollect,
Those beautiful Novels, I've tried reading to other such buffaloes,
Sheer repentance,
Yet a lesson in disguise.
And as I walk back with my Novel,
I meet another such buffalo,
All excited to listen to my Novel,
With those weary eyes.
But this time I crossed her,
In search of a **** sapien sapien,
And the search goes on and on...
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC