"doughs" poems
i go through the throes
of touching my toes
of loving my foes
of finding my knows
of probing the woes
of hitting the lows
of raising the doughs
of creating the shows
of seeking the flows
of screeching through rows
of shedding the blows
of believing in prose
of sharing with those
who celebrate glows
does anyone suppose
i’m through with the throes
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
far away enough from five pizza doughs per plastic bag or purple keys to a locked unit,
your multicolored hair lights up a coffee shop on days where thunderstorms keep the paper from being delivered.
"she's a sweetheart," the woman in the turquoise blouse says
to her wife,
noting nothing of stains on her apron or
the colors of California strife.
wildfires have lit your eyes for ages, parts per million of the cyclical, ecological division. anything hazel will fade into oblivion with enough self-doubt.
when you've tied your last sweatshirt around your waist, I will hold you through the memories of the wildfires, passing out on the bathroom floor, losing her, the lies that your mother told you, and when you flew just far away enough from the ocean,
but too close to the sun.
it scorches with agonizing pain but i suppose we all have to stare into the sun once more after our eyes have been burnt badly enough to burst.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Liberty's way out of our control
Checking the pass for every person
Why don't you sit down and listen?
Call all the cops and surround my house
Keys to your success are in my pocket
Money up in a building robbed again
What is the best weaponry in your country?
Levels we reach, we never step back
You shoot the unarmed so technically
Amazing twists in the media, I hear
I say what I hear, so don't judge me
Can you believe my parents scolded me?
Luckily I have the doughs, they key low
I'm drive a lambo, they live in bamboo
I found a charity fund, I raised a lot
A lot to see if the people love and follow me
I don't feel greedy, coz I feed the needy
I see what's good, what's bad and evil
So look at your face, hater I'll spit
F out of the yard, you'll be hit by my guard
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
Bouncing, rebounding
on the floor of my memory -
the ball of my elder sister’s jackstones
and the lead washer of my elder brother’s sipa
travelling to and fro
the tops and yoyos
among the imaginary bread doughs
of gathered dust
from that childhood
sprinkled with the *** of yesterday
to bake make-believe
rice puddings
and rice cakes
- they seem to be spoiled now
in the food cupboards of computers
and eventually interred
in the graveyards of cellular phones
In the cemetery of memories
the ghost of poverty still haunts
never, ever unescapable
for every gulp of you
warmly soothes
the throats of scenarios
of all dramas and movies
in that nesting home
now decrepit, debilitated:
after the day’s toils:
you helped me swallow the lump of aromatic rice
- cooked by Mother - the old fragrant stock
that she loaned from the vendor from Quezon
not even a piece of dried fish accompanying
nothing else, only you, my brewed coffee
nice both as dip and soup.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
Disgusted and dazed sick flustered triggered fuss in his brain
big buzzard in range, big buzz in the range fist clutched this gun's just combusted in flames this must be a twisted **** in a rage coz girls spun whirl slupms 12 swirls on his ****
disfigured lumps legs busted hands cuffed in a cage
straight outta the gate, the gateway drug's gateway's shut for a minute
system's corrupt if I build gates I still win doughs in this *****
the man's trust has escaped,
but the **** runt ran flustered
spazzed stunned and submitted
"You clapped **** you had my freedom in your hands for a minute"
the man's drunk plans flunked
he's ****** up as it is
He's too stupid to hear his music career's in the toilet
your jam won't get you **** to eat if you jammed musturd in your plate.
It's the fact that all the ******** runs stoked and it hides
the alcohol's a tool kit that helps him open his eyes
Rum's just how he sees the truth, the real life truth serum
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC