"drudged" poems
"When a person is born it's a blessed time,
Albeit a person is in love it's a splendid era,
When that person perishes it is a bereaved era,
Albeit Love of two people expires it's a cataclysm,
Vestige as we used to sit there on the littoral,
As the dusk of the winds would blow the sand,
The sand pursues into your long black hair,
Visage your dark green eyes and a beauty of a smile,
All times I have enjoyed greatly also suffered greatly,
Times you loved me and alone on the shore,
It is an perpetual power that as my utopia,
Is me ichorous of our love moments together,
Afore us lies the port and a skimming ocean liner,
As we slowly see an alluvion gloom in the darkness,
Legions of souls drudged here in day and night,
Above gusting drifts the rainy constellation of stars,
As we gambol in our fervor of cognizance of love in our
Utopia Ichorous"
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/03/2018 © Posted HP/
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Proudly standing, rigid trees
Swaying gently in the breeze
We watch the shadows fall
Switches whip, the twigs are severed
Yet the mighty wood persevers
Awaiting its next call
Day becomes night; sunshine ends
Branches soon begin to bend
Raw bark peels in strips.
Autumn comes; the trees must fight
For each burning speck of light
Drudged from unwilling lips.
We watch them quiver in the breeze
The axe-man comes to fell the trees
The thinnest shall go first.
Year by year, the seasons change
We ignore the passing strange
Stiff bodies, in one hearse.
No one knows if it shall end
The loss of foe, alike with friend
Means sunlight for the living.
“What shall happen to them all?”
Still we watch the shadows fall
A gift that keeps on giving.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
Coagulated blood dried out from the sun, footprints pressed into the mud from a night on the run, chased and ravaged, pressed against a tree with emotions gutted.
Mutilated and dying, I'm laying under falling stars, saturated skies and underlying scars, every conversation with you feels like being run over by a highway full of cars.
Blood screaming from a cautourised wound travels farther than your ability to listen to reason, wide eyed, your pasteurized white eyes seem cold but searing like the flesh of a steaming heathen.
Necrosis sets in on the heaping pile of me drudged upon the roots of my personification, watch the black blood slipping through the dirt like molasses as it climbs over your teeth and grips the lips before it passes, blood loss is creating a hallucination.
Watch as I become hollow from your cannibalistic lifestyle. Your desperation, human flesh you defiled, mindless separation, our family's bodies stuffed in a corner and piled, you became a Wendigo, a wicked transmorgification.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
I
remembered you,
you
remembered
me,
I believed in you,
You believed in me,
We were both sea creatures
traveling
uncommon seas.
We had taken to that
unconscious ocean
to see in the sea,
What we could see.
It's been a strange journey
of that there is no doubt.
Where everyone walks with
their insides in,
We travel these seas
with our
insides out,
We don't know any other
way to be
when you're swimming through
these
uncommon seas.
It's often a desert
out there,
But inside here
all kinds of musty
characters
drudged up from
anxious memory
inhabitants of this sea -
Sponge Bob Square Pants
has
nothing on you or me,
We are all travelers
in this uncommon sea.
Our bathing suits left far behind,
the temperature sometimes
too hot
too cold
depending on our state of mind,
There's strife
confrontation
character assination
often
uncommon seas
are far from placid.
The joy of traveling
though
you and me,
Sea creatures
feeling
the longing,
Finally belonging,
Where somewhere
and
sometimes
out of the blue,
A Beluga whale
speaks
your
name
so
perfectly
and
swims alongside
you and me
in
uncommon seas.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
we see the dying die. i walk down the stairs and give them nothing everyday. as i was walking down 8th ave one afternoon, i was approached by a girl who was about my age. she was screaming indiscriminately
"please sir! can you help me?! i have no idea where i am and i don't have enough money for a bus ticket home."
i drudged a drunken look up at her
i was tired
i wanted the bus ticket home
and the beautiful new york city girl you sit next to
you know
the ones they keep up in front
but they sit in back
she told me she had gotten on the wrong bus and wound up in new york city
just by accident
that she didn't have any money
and her family was worried and needed her back home
8th and 43rd
she wined at anyone who passed
with a terrified look
as if she was to be eaten or sacrificed
her story was unconvincing
i gave her twenty dollars to get home
i truly hope she did
but in my heart of hearts i know she spent it on drugs
she was a good actress
and should get what she deserves
after i handed her the bill
she asked
" oh my god , can i give you a hug!? please?! "
she grabbed me tight and was almost crying
she was so beautiful
in trouble
as if i had given her life itself
our elders do not understand the affect of there traditions
upon the truthful way of life
so we sit here and wither
victims of just being tired
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Drudged for the gold but drawn silver
Yearned for warmth, greeted by shiver
Braved the tempest for your embrace
Awoke with heart that ran a race
Oh, Star! My Star, empyreal
Your luster is ethereal
I reached, resolved and full of hope
Lo! I gaped through a telescope!
Within arm's span but could not grasp
Stung achingly like spider wasp
A shunned love, a bursted bubble
Such pain is unfathomable
Bewildered thoughts, our hearts won't weld
Let go of things I never held
Tender soul, albeit bereft
Set free someone I never kept
And though the sun shined ever bright
All I can do for now is write
And bid the long tale to a ghost
Of a love most true, but almost
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Captured as a slave to the Moon from underneath the canapés, this nights pain has no ease while drums thump as fast as heart beats.
Dragged through massive gates and drudged through a city of mud, tearing apart from the inside without knowledge of which God we should hate for our blood.
Stripped and painted with dirt while we're led up the structure where we know we'll be hurt, kept in line as not to disturb the stream of blood from bodies which it spurts.
Bodies tumble down to the cadence of stomping crowds and fire flares to the sounds amping cheers.
Broken bodies are fed to the snearing hounds once darkness begins to blanket this city and its crown.
This place is their temple and these stairs lead to our sacrifice on top of an alter, a tragedy of buckling knees and malice in the form of a knife that will strike without falter.
Under this Blood Moon our lives are sealed while our people are killed, this night has no light for the weak or strong willed, the only solace is that they may yet drown in all the blood that has been spilled.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
I had a memory of when I was little
That wasn't drudged up by pictures
This is very rare
I used to sleep with a bible in my bed
I thought it would keep the monsters away
Kept it under the sheets at the foot
If only I still believed it worked,
Than maybe,
I'd sleep sounder.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
Stupor..a silly,relaxed,not quite myself stupor
Ignore the fact that I shouldn't be here
Acknowledge the only reason I chose to be there
Smoky eyes led me into darkness
And now I am left with nothing but this stupid look in my eye
I laugh at myself for being said victim
I bet you find that to be hilarious
I almost do..but then I think of you
Your games...your mysterious ways
How easily I could have been consumed
without even a hint of recognition
**** this is not what I transcribed myself to be
I am above it...yeah I bet you love that
I can oh so politely put this up your *** and around a hard left corner
I suppose I could go for days but what would be left except what I began with
Which is just a sense of poisonous consumption
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth
Man that would describe most of this
Impulsive vomiting...then putrid lying
I play it back in my head, step by step, word by word...thought by thought...looks
and stay with same dellusional conclusion
It wasn't just me...
I put it down and you may take it in but not on my time
Not on my mind...you will be lol
Might be how one might put it but then again...this **** playback is driving me crazeeee
Fool I say...every second of instinct and purity and intent ...Gone.gone . never to be back
Simple and sure and solid...replaced with distant, false and fooled...not me but you
That's what makes this great..I am fine with only a secret to keep...but you will be drudged thru yourself
And I will be better for it..knowing more about me than anyone else!
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
I've sought after you for so long
Years bled from my mind
As I drudged from wrong to wrong
Years bled out my eyes
I dreamt every night
Hoping every other one was you
I dreamt every night
Would jump off the train
Tear myself apart
Rank with a sickness
**** myself
And lie to all else -
just to meet you
And I did
Again and again
Another gun to my head
White whiskey
****** and salacious
For nothing but the hope
That I never thought would be
The hope of you
And then I stopped
Looked up, crawled out - crawled up
And ran to you
I found you sitting next to me
And for the first time you weren't a shadow of a dream of a hope that would be - that it was
You were someone I knew once from a life or two passed
And now you're here
And now you're not
And I love you as I always did before
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
You will not understand my bible.
Nor my religious ensemble
Because the experience of man
Should not stockade the lamb.
The holiest of holy
Will not coax with their folly;
Instead we laugh,
We laugh at a deity so far off,
Living with guilt.
A primal lapse of living with out.
Attached to the congruent self,
The belligerent nod waging fear over life.
Smearing adverse anxiety.
We negate self love willingly;
So love is not the engine,
A beat down city pigeon,
Feathers plucked by famine,
Limping upon a drudged talon.
Wings clipped by obscurity;
Disheartened, love preys on insecurity.
So we listen
Without reason
Waiting for a faint voice
A hidden angel of observance
Vanquished to your medial
Awaiting resurrection of denial
Denouncing the paved road
Shedding the serpents load
A callous exterior
Boxing the ulterior
When you fathom this ensemble
When you see a flaming candle
A string thwarted in wax
Melting away the complex
And when you fall for the fable
You will understand my bible
A clean page
With each teaching sage
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
1_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
They were so hard, those years supposed
To be the sweetest in my life,
The early childhood that composed
The period void of care and strife.
I drudged to earn the bread l ate
With no one round to love or teach,
A poor girl that men would await
To find a chance to leap and reach.
All people gathered to destroy
That stupid girl that was too young.
They offered me a little toy,
And l connived what they had wrung.
The toy is still with me till now.
It is so dear, an old friend.
It cleared their conscience to endow
And lead my life to this foul end.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC