"erroded" poems
All-new
****** lands
(except for the natives)
dying to be properly deflowered and nailed and ******* and erroded
to make way for gun forts and gold mines
(they can be built!)
they're called Zale's and they love money
funny, not to all but to enough
call them crazy call them savage
but maybe they just love their homes
and don't own the kinds of weapons that make the loudest noise
but that **** the slowest and with least dignity.
Color-me a Cosmo girl
fit to be cover material, just look at my hair
look at Pocahontas, you know she was bald?
Hideous, un-English in every way
probably because she wasn't
but gotta give credite where credit is rejected, overdrawn
maybe never even earned just splurged and secreted
but wanna hear a secret?
The land belongs to nobody
not a soul not a body not a mind
they knew this but knew others were destroying it
that's why they were mad,
not because they were children who had their toys stolen
but because a living lifeless matter was being assaulted
catapulted into the future of steam engines and fried chicken
feathers blowing in the winds of convertables
they took scalps to maybe open the minds to the error of ways
not that one's head should be disassembled
but one can't seem so oblivious or wide eyed when shown the facts
of obvious emotional response
but we are young
dinosaurs were old and we have time to forget.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
I was once a castaway
Of an unforgiving sea
I made a castle in the sand
To ease the pain in me
I made the ramparts ten feet tall
The walls were four feet thick
I filled the moat with lots of sharks
I built it brick by brick
I walked the walls most every day
No rescuer about
But I did not want folks to come in
I wished to keep them out!
The sand was cast in hate you see
The mortar my foe's blood
I repaired the walls quite often 'coz
My inner tears would flood
Within the walls, a prisoner,
My anger was my meat
My only water my own tears
They washed about my feet
Finally the water rose,
From weeping, o'r my head
Their waves erroded at the walls
And the SEA was fed!
Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking
A tide, like floods, came in!
All the sharks went out to sea,
My destiny was grim!
I made a fine, tall castle, yes,
Of sand & shells & grout
To shelter me within? Oh no!
To keep my loved ones OUT!
And others unforgiven.
And the ones I hated.
And other prejudices, yes,
That went on unabated...
And so I found a Mighty Rock
Upon which I stood.
I finally found life's meaning, *YES!
I finally understood!*
Forgiveness? A DECISION.
To put pride on the shelf.
And freeing up your fellow man
You become FREE YOURSELF.
Though for years, I drank my tears,
My thirst was never slaked.
And hatred's fused & melted sand
Does not a DIAMOND MAKE.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/3/2017
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
~~~<@>~~~
could you say
I . LOVE . YOU
to someone who
you don't know
from adam?
Not the paltry
i ♡ u
that comes
on a
T SHIRT
that some
false christians
say
*"i love you with the
love of the lord"*
Lord has an
UPPER CASE
you might as well
love
a
STONE
stones are more
malleable
at least they
can be
erroded
by the
water
of
£♡¥€
could
you
walk
up
to
a
perfect
STRANGER
and say
~3~
words
?
even a
FRI€ND
might think
you need to
*get
away
for
a
while*
why do the
big three words
go with the
big four letters
YOU KNOW THE ONES
I MEAN
then there's the
big three letter
~~~ $ . € . X ~~~
could you look
a STRANGER in
the eyes
and say
I . LOVE . YOU
whilst
you're
en flagrente delicto
~ ??? ~
we
abhor
the
*****
hmmm?
but the
DEBUTANTE
who sleeps with
a different guy
every night
but says she's
IN LOVE
with each one
is
off
the
*HOOK?
P L E A S E
i could go farther
than this
the wife who does
not sleep with her
husband without
a goodie
or the girl who
sleeps with the guy
after two dates
MOVIES & RESTAURANTS
because he's
CUTE
i have an interesting
proposal
go up to a
complete stranger
and say
I . LOVE . YOU
you wont.
you'd be fitted for
A . STRAIGHT . JACKET
(c) soulsurvivor
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
You hate life right now
But not with me around you won't
It sounds self conceited
But who cares
You know what I mean
I'm anything but to demean
My soul has been maturing
As your seems to be alluring
But has fallen into the black
I will paint it a new color
Only if you let me
Don't stay corroded
Don't stay erroded
Help me help you
Another life springing into prosperity
Is good enough for me
It's fantastic actually
This is what I live for
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
She sits in clouds
of swirling vapor
attached to
the
earth
No softness of feather
her features erroded
by ages past knowing
She has no heart
the sand
from her hardened
countenance
her only
tears
A matron, or patriarch
lies at her feet
she knows
not who
She is uncertain
uncaring
a carved cairn
who feels no melancholy
hears no marches
as the casket was brought
She sits in the mist
with no memory
mute monolith
who's sight
is
stone
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/9/2017
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
You're in trouble
We think its double
And now were going to silently burst the bubble
Were going to reduce your isolation to rubble
I know to some this isn't subtle
But it shouldn't be
No, it shouldn't be
Your life went downhill fast
And you were a victim
I'm so sorry we erroded our common sense and clashed here and there
The fault is mine and for that I'm sorry
I remember the potential you had shown when we were little
Year by year we drifted apart
But I never wanted to see your life fall apart
I haven't treated you the best but I do care
I'm just a ****** sometimes cause I'm mad at myself or something else
No excuses, blame it on me still
Life has stood still
For a few moments
Because we don't know what happened to you
And we're fearing the worst
We hope you didn't do what you think
Please stay strong
You don't deserve any of this
I'm rushed with guilt for the past
But I'm going to make it up now
And were going to get revenge for you somehow
We got your back
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
A star within itself imploded.
Gravity at its end, erroded.
All light ceases to exist.
Disappearing in some deep abyss.
Nothing found and nothing gained.
No relief, no certainty, not even pain.
Forever yearning to explore your depths.
Time is abandoned with nothing left.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC