"dumbs" poems
Gliding deftly along the city street
rolling quick and constantly
onward to some unknown scene,
some backward park in the nighttime
smoke curling from these
parted lips, moist and inviting
calling me somewhere I've never seen.
New day, new night
new feelings, rage in delight
fill me with your hilarious entropy,
knock my quarks into the next century,
will you please?
Now you're smoking the pipe and all at once you are free
between you and me, this smoke is thicker and sticks
like glue,
wispy and dreamy and the world spins and calls Toltec
telephone company can't pay me for all those calls collected
and rendered obsolete
Sun god dead as that silly calendar meme
Amaterasu,
and Imma tell you
these ladies in the picnic table
buried alive for boxed lunch and god's brunch
Jesus ******* Christ
and a indelible roster of good guys,
to which we all must strive to live and die
behind,
never moving forward
chasing our tails like a sick dog
under the jasmine runner between the decades-old tanbark
imported from overseas
dead trees
dead canine
and oh isn't it just divine?
You see it, pretty lady.
I can see it hiding behind your eyes
the things you don't tell the others because you're afraid
if they found out,
you'd be crucified.
Well honey I hate to inform,
With KGB efficiency that these love-a-dumbs
aint Methuselah,
they'll be dead!
long before your flood of tears tears me from the land
ballistas me across the great expanse to some strange Ararat
of the eastern seaboard,
or maybe wash me deep along the 80
into the desert sands and tiles
on a leaky cell phone screen
desperately trying to dial home on low battery,
realizing all this was one big deferred dream,
baking in the sun and shriveling
oh well, back to the grindstone-- all those lies plucked your nose,
gotta cut it back to size,
'else your soul it'll outgrow
Don't worry honey bee
It hasn't happened to me,
and We know with calcuable mathematical truth
that it'll never happen to you.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
He used to be one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.
He has many friends, laymen and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.
When he walks in waterproof white,
The children run after him so!
Calling out, "He's gone out in his night-
Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!"
He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer;
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
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If all it takes
just a kiss of death
to be gone
for good forever.
I wonder how
a life becomes
'so worthy'
to live it
in the first place?
The truth is
all present times
span out to the future
to realise the potential
of a newly born one!
How could dead death
can take it all in one ******
Or it just dumbs down
on the surface digging
deep into the diverse layers
of the grand design of a life?
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
One year I had a really bad toothache
it felt like all the wrong words
kept coming out my mouth
and I couldn't help but bite my tongue
just to the numb the pain I was spitting out.
It hurts to be hated
but it hurts worse to be loved,
especially when you don't think your worthy of it.
Put those lines next to all the other dumbs ones I've used
swinging hammer handed words, scalpel-like terms,
some of the meanest **** you've ever heard
trying to break you in two and you might just have enough
between the half truths and the promises I never kept
to write one really, really sad tune
I knew better than to speak to you the way I did
but some people act like welcome mats
for other people's ***** shoes,
you left the front door unlocked
and I made a habit of wiping my feet
as soon as I walked on through.
I'm not proud of what I tracked in
and I take responsibility for most my actions
but lets not act like they took place in a vacuum.
You had to lay down first
before I could ever step all over you,
and when you refused to love yourself,
what did you expect everyone else to do?
One year I had a really bad toothache
and you were just too sweet a taste for me to take,
without getting angry at myself
for trying to have my cake
and eat it too...
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
dead babies.
college.
music.
clean.
***** house.
*****
linda.
gabe.
gabe's teeth.
gabe's ***** teeth.
school.
friends.
leaving.
new orleans.
new orleans.
change.
change.
very worried.
adderall.
drugs.
more adderall?
shower.
clean.
clean.
emoticons are kinda lame.
sleep.
sleep.
want more smarts.
want more dumbs.
dumb dun dun.
tittle tattle rattle pattle goo.
************
attention.
attention.
more please!.
your dumb.
that's a defense mechanism.
air:
more of.
less again.
stop that.
stop stopping that. stop stopping stopping that. think about clouds. what will it be like in a year?
maybe people think I have weird hand gestures. maybe I'm thinking about them so much that they look weird. maybe I'm thinking about thinking about them too much too much.
oh god, hum. sing. play around the room. something already.
Don't look at me you ************
go. back. ***
I'm sorry. stay. look around.
I love it when your around. Your really amazing.
Do you like me?
Stop calling me so much.
Hey call me. Can I call you?
What are you thinking about?
I'm tired. I can't sleep. will you talk to me about my problems. problems are dumb. I have too many problems in my little head! I can achieve EVERYTHING
Hold me! Stop asking me to hold you. hold me? hold you? hold hands? Don't touch my hands. stop looking at them.
no, just no. sleep. shower.
clean breaks. will make me brake.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
poetry is more than me
it's more than words
& more than rhyme
it's vaster than space
& faster than rhythm surfing
the waves of time
amplifying its
frequency with
each &
every
line
pointed by symbols (signs?)
clung to limestone precipices
like vines within concrete crevices
whispering screams of defiance
against ignorance's yokes,
again our arrogance jokes
about the insignificance of other folks
of the other ones
of them, those people, the absentminders
relentlessly fettered in golden
coats profaning their shine thusly true
so that the unnoticed may reflect upon the surface
as the caustics of thought refract through
the waters of spirit & soul
churned out of each & every mind
a field of poetics
lurking behind the edifice of structure
deified as functional perfection manifested
but utterly infested with ***** sheets
& replete with redundant repugnance
filtered by plumbing that dumbs **** down
to the basement level deep underground
where much is mumbled but little is said
aside from the storm a'brewin' overhead.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
She thought about him for a moment still she turned off those emotions as easily as a contract killer puts a bullet between some dumbs ******** eyes.
She said I love like a snake slithers across the floor.
How moths are so very drawn to deaths final flame.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
I have everything I need, or so I'm told,
We get by being just another girl or guy,
Make the most of this without eccentric goals,
Give me a break, this is what I "need" in life.
The truth is we're all about making a scene
When I finally get to live my "dangerous" dream,
This place has food and shelter and "life,"
Sure we've got it made, this way of life is obscene,
One way or another while I wonder about "it,"
These "insane" feelings of nature just never quit,
When the time comes I'll magically find the "right place,"
But until then who knows if my dream is a streaking bet,
Don't even bother going naked, I'm already just a "disgrace,"
You "Go Army" and die, my basic needs are all too well met,
But along with these words are the reasons I wont move just yet.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
The great, green Giant sleeps all through the day;
beer-bellied, toes outstretched, dipping into the sea.
He lazes beneath the springtime sun, while we sit idly
anticipating possibilities and to-bes.
This dead castle bursts with life,
seagulls, and sandwiches,
and cameras capturing the view
onto something they can hold;
something graspable.
***
The Giant disappears at night;
merging with the mountains.
Fading into the dark, as the waning moon
creeps up behind and over and above;
dripping reflections to feel a connection
with the earth again.
Lovers wander now, wandering through the flirting streets
which tease with uncertainty, and curtain the
awe-striking depth of the darkness that dumbs their speech
as they 'turn at this corner and just along the promenade..'.
Pushed back by a blast of wind;
numbing hands cold.
Forcing them away from
prolonging a gaze on the Sea's cruel honesty;
knowing they would be driven mad
by endless questions of eternity.
Questions they attempted to drown out with music and dancing
and Tequila shots and the kissing and the music and the dancing...
But now in the air, by this high-tide, they are
Modern-age-small-town-philosophers.
'Have you ever seen the petrified forest?'
Will they tell stories of us too?
Life is so short and now is certain, well...
as certain as certain could be known for certain so..'
So, after meditating on the existence of existence,
they find refuge in the optimistic light of the stars.
Warmth for the spirit from the deep, dark, cold depth of the darkness;
'Because the night is so very young.
Look, there are still stars in the sky...'
Venus is inconsistent; an evening and a morning star.
And, oh, is that Orion's belt?
Lying on the floor, in the morning, after a night of philosophy.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?
Wherein creation dumbs down!!!
To mammal inferiors!!!
For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!
Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!
Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?
Sister and brother!!
Hath thou forgotten thy kin?
For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!
Is it thee that shalt win?
Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!
Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and ***********
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!
For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children
Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
depression
depression is like sadness
but never goes away
sadness is where your sad for a day and the next your happy
depression is where it never goes away every day you get worse in worse
deeper into the dark tunnel of depression
the further you get the worse the depression gets
then anxiety comes along
is the bestfriend of depression
they make you feel broken.numb.scared
they fill your head of things that you need to worry about
depression makes you feel like your selfish
''like yea i know i have a good life,good family,food on the table,roof over my head''
i know i shouldn't be depressed but for some reason i can't bring myself to be happy
and people have it worse out there in the world
and im over here having all i could want in the world but happiness
i feel so **** selfish because if that
i don't want this life anymore
i hate it
i hate me
i hate society
i hate depression
depression *****
anxiety *****
life *****
the world *****
everything is just really ******
likes whats the point ant more
when life dumbs you with disipointments
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
This women is beautiful she's something to be seen, but all the guys they wonder what's Beneath those jeans. They want to see her body to judge it openly, but she dumbs down her hair to dumb down their thoughts. The queen of the scene is dressed in rags and cloths, she hides her beauty from these mad men who come in flocks. She's waiting for the one, the one that will see that true beauty is what the eyes cannot see but must believe. Her heart is strong as she moves along, to confront the coming days when people will say "why do you look that way?". As days pass by those suitors denied this beautiful women because her looks are her lies. But She vowed to keep the charade until her true love has come through, To sweep her away in his chariot to play with her hair under the moon. To live the life she dreamed evermore, to never have to hide herself behind the curtains she had worn.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
What an appalling yearning it is...
I feel as my spirit will tear apart my presence
to fly where at the moment it would have to be,
breaking all the chains of reality
My life is addicted to you
What a hard conflict...
What a tough task...
Like a patient in a deathbed
I need a 'lifeogen' mask.
I had to be moving to you at the moment,
After a while, I had to be sitting waiting for peace
And you had to be coming in
With your warm greetings...
Now, life is beginning there,
Vitality is filling empty spheres
with your blissful voice and laughter
But none of those existing dumbs
can feel it
Someone is sitting face to face with you
Where once I was sitting
Haven't you still felt the difference?!
Haven't you still found out the case?!
Anyone can take my seat,
But no one can take my place...
Can I forgive myself for my selfishness?!
I am sometimes very egoist and ingrate!
You are laughing, you are happy now
and you feel great,
that is the main point.
I scold myself and evade all of my cravings
You know me - I am the soldier of fortune...
Keep your shining and just only laugh, please...
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Oh say can you see, through the darkening night
What so meekly we failed to arrest in it's scheming
Whose orange tan and fat thighs, what a depressing sight
On the TV we watched, the lies built up and teeming
And the Foxes dull glares, the twitler's fake hair
Gave proof to the dumbs, that fake news was still there
Oh say does that gop still grovel and sway
Under the guise of the free and the lies of the day
On the border to the south, children taken discreetly
Blame another for our sins, divert and deny
What book of scripture can we use to weakly
Justify our actions, and absolve our blind eyes
Stand up and speak out your minds, all of the crossed lines
History is watching as we sit idly by
Allowing atrocities and helping America die.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Here I go a again
Here I go a again
This journey on my own
The destination unknown
From green to brick
The eyes tell no Lyes
Wipe these tears dry
Oh me oh my , oh me oh why⬆
I ant going to lie
I just wana run faster all alone
Won't stop cant stop until I'm done
Destination still unknown
Oh me oh my , oh me oh why
my soul can never lie
Take these shackles for my arms
Pick these feet up and just run
But the world has another plan
Keeps me lock up dumbs me down
I got freedom on my mind
But there is no hope underlined
Oh me oh my , oh me oh why⬆
Some times I feel i could just die
Oh why oh why
But I'm stronger than steel
And one day this will be revealed
Will be free to build my life, I see children and a wife.
But from here I have to go destination still unknown
Wish me luck ,think of me, that some day ill be set free some day they'll set me free,some day ill be set free......... Is someone watching over me I guess someday I shall see.....I guess someday I shall see.....
I guess someday I shall see.....⬇
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Huh I am sorry did I just pinch u
I am so sorry let me do it again I will just see if it really hurt
Oops I guess it did look I told u it had hurt why did u allow me to do it
U r so dumb but that’s fine coz girls are dumb arent they
Coz they all have a disease known as feelings and emotions
Beware it may spread
And it’s not a stereotype that uhmm girls cant do anything
I swear its real becoz look u failed in that exam and u remember u just fell down
U know all u r meant for is that piece of wrong stuff and u r made for it
Oh I am sorry did I just abuse girls
No no I don’t mean it unless u r one of the kalpana chawla or oprah winfrey
If u r one of those then believe me u r worth everything
But if u rnt
Well then I guess hell is ur place
Train u as a housemaker
And send u to a diff place at the age of 20
But how does it matter
Girls are dumbs they will mess up there too
So they arent even happy there
Oops have I been abusing
No no that’s fine even if I am coz u r dumb and u don’t deserve good
U don’t deserve anything not even respect
So u can thank me later for abusing you
But first you may kiss my feet and pray me
Coz I am a guy and I owe you
I am perfect
Even if I make mistakes
Society forgives me along with my parents
Nobody punishes me
Huh
God also loves me coz I am a guy
I can live, dress, eat and do whatever I want in my ways
But u girl better behave
So now u know why girls don’t deserve it coz they are dumb and so r all those feminists
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
don't tell me you're trying
because I'm still dying
Don't tell me you love me
when I hate it when you give me sympathy
Don't tell me I 'm perfect
because all you say is nonsense
Don't tell me these dumbs lies
you'll probably make me cry
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
They telling me to go away, they tell me I too insane for this game, where do you want me to go? This is my land, ***** you aint having any of it, look whether genre it is I own it, just like I own you on this beat. So woe at the fact that I've only just started, building up my life like lego. Can't handle my truth or the pessimistic ambiguous narcissistically lyrics I keep hitting you with, time to change up the formula, and put it up with hashtags and send it as a tweet. Can't stand all these people with misogynistic mindsets, i'll set you up with gasoline and light a match at you and watch you burn down to hell. The world is such a swell thing, Jesus no where to be seen, what does it mean? End of the world, archangels creating pain; well that's if you believe that **** man, lie's keep coming; what is real, it's so hard to tell. Fiends behind the screens of life controlling us like puppets, we're so blind but we ignore it continuing our lives watching shows that dumb us down like Mr.bean. Don't listen to me, I don't really know half of the things i'm saying on my tracks. What are these things you call facts, I'll just continue spitting my hysterical criticism of your ignorant view, with my strong stubborn opinions. I'll steal your knick knacks, because i'm whack, a quack, i'll poison your freshness with my negativity as soon as my words make contact. Cinnamon bun dumb dumbs, do you even know how to function by yourself, your just a minion of the governments dictatorial dominion.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
Love…
What is it,
Is it pain ?,
Or is it beauty...
L- Lots of love given,
O- Overly obsessed with your significant other,
V- Very much in love with them,
E- Extremely committed to your lover and never give up on them, never abandon them, never stop loving them,
Love is the way you cherish someone,
Love is beauty,
Love should never cause you pain,
Love is a rhythm,
Love beats a tempo,
Love beats slower, slower, till it dumbs down,
Loves dumbs down
It… fades away,
Like skys full of stars,
When the fireball rises,
All the shining souls disappear into…
The black oblivion, their parents shoved them into this hell
All we see is the shining, but deep down Love is broke,
Like the child with the divorced parents.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
They will never see the full picture
they’ve already reduced you
to little more than a vessel to pour their slack self-worth into.
They just see just the negative as proof
you’re ready to reel into the predatory pantomime of illusory superiority.
In their minds that will never stretch to encompassed yours,
they’re the catch
in ours,
they’re the bait we don’t want to take
because we know that catch
is the spring of a mousetrap,
the hook on a line,
the cage waiting to close around us,
the expectation of something more from someone less.
You get what you pay for,
and what you never invited to come creeping in
from behind blue light
that depicts your portrait in grainy resolution
and dumbs you down
til your own knuckles are causing friction in fetid minds.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 5:12 PM UTC
I Still Have Ego Left
I still have ego - all its parts.
Is it the ‘smarts’?
Is it the ‘dumbs’?
Something to succumb to?
On the good side ego gives me self-esteem.
On bad, it gives me self-conceit,
Leads me to think sour is sweet,
Leads me on a road that’s wrong:
Vanity, a false self image;
Is that knowledge or mirage?
Singing a wrong, woeful song?
Do I want to **** it?
Subjugate it?
Maybe, just an itty bit!
Why quash, why squash
Distinctiveness, uniqueness,
And the differentness
That makes us us,
Even when peculiarity,
You are you and I am me.
We do not want to change that, yet
The ego fools us masterfullly.
Wresting honesty from wisdom.
So with ego left, the outcome is:
Learn to distinguish real from false;
Take the pulse of life each day
And play the game of authenticity.
I Still Have Ego Left 8.14.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC