"escuse" poems
Ride of Our Lives
Old Habits die heard,
Good Morals live long,
if it’s written it’s poem,
if it’s sang it’s song,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
see how the rhythm that’s written is muse,
well imagine the passion of being trapped in something as strong as you,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
and we go,
from the ends of the Earth,
to the beginning of a New World,
escuse me,
no excuses you see regret is useless,
you been gay,
I mean gay happy not gay like cabooses,
toodle loo kid,
I’m off,
outta here without delay no hinderances in my way,
space,
the final frontier,
not,
likely rightly or wrongly honestly we both must admit that we’re weird,
see the way I see it,
Old Habits die hard,
and I’m from Hollywood baby,
so everything’s a reference even Die Hard,
no Bruce,
know his daughter Rue though,
I mean I know Bruce,
and I know his daughter too though,
and they’re both real cool so kudos,
life in the Fast Lane most are toast because they move too slow
see these genius genes,
are not the type that just any one can wear,
custom fitted carefully knitted no lease on this fleece,
I own it indeed like I do when I’m out and I see the humans stare,
where,
were we,
don’t want to get too off track I’ve got a habit for that,
and Old Habits die heard so I just got to the pool to relax,
how do you calm a heart that beats at the tempo of our times,
in sync won’t sink in stormy seas we ride as we ebb and flow with the tides,
and honestly Good Morals live long and Bad Habits die hard,
but either way we ride through the Times because this is the Ride of Our Lives…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
The second to last time I seen you, you invited me up for a movie,
I felt excited, my eyes were widened, hadn't had one on one with you in quite a while
I wanted to see what was going on, what you'd been putting on
But of course I left my phone on.
You see Pete, the reason I couldn't repeat our past hangouts was because I was too busy trying to get my paper published and my last chance bangouts
I got up from your couch because you had tide I had to get a stain out
I wasn't all that worried, me and you, we mixed like some good curry
I remember the time we were in India and DC, Everytime you gave me an excuse for me to be me
It's not easy remembering the movie, maybe because my phone was buzzing and I was so moody
I left early
A girl I was with at the time wanted hang, sue me
But I am truly sorry I left at the 20 minute mark, if I could go back in time I would put my *** in park
Id ask every question, just as an escuse to pause the movie every second
I'd change the language, and we'd try paint the scenes on the screen
I'd ask you to play it again,
Because I had no idea that at 2 hours and 22minutes the movie and you would end
The last time I saw you, your body was black and blue
The cop sat there and asked me if I could identify you
I really told her no
I didn't believe it, I held up this investigation for a weekend because I couldn't see how it could be that you left me and everyone else
And I know you didn't for yourself
But I miss you for myself
You still weigh on me, it's killing my health
I don't have many words left
I'm bargaining with God, Mohammed, and the Devil trying to forget your death
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
memories
low-key fading away
as i run out of pigment
black is the only color at my disposal
please escuse my dark pictures
the future looking dim
so it’s best i express with silhouette
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC