"forg" poems
I wander thro’ each charter’d street.
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackening Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
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Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gage,
And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body’s balmer,
No other balm will there be given,
Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,
Travels to the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
And there I’ll kiss
The bowl of bliss,
And drink my eternal fill
On every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before,
But after it will ne’er thirst more;
And by the happy blissful way
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,
That have shook off their gowns of clay,
And go apparelled fresh like me.
I’ll bring them first
To slake their thirst,
And then to taste those nectar suckets,
At the clear wells
Where sweetness dwells,
Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.
And when our bottles and all we
Are fill’d with immortality,
Then the holy paths we’ll travel,
Strew’d with rubies thick as gravel,
Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,
High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.
From thence to heaven’s bribeless hall
Where no corrupted voices brawl,
No conscience molten into gold,
Nor forg’d accusers bought and sold,
No cause deferr’d, nor vain-spent journey,
For there Christ is the king’s attorney,
Who pleads for all without degrees,
And he hath angels, but no fees.
When the grand twelve million jury
Of our sins and sinful fury,
‘Gainst our souls black verdicts give,
Christ pleads his death, and then we live.
Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader,
Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder,
Thou movest salvation even for alms,
Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.
And this is my eternal plea
To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,
Seeing my flesh must die so soon,
And want a head to dine next noon,
Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,
Set on my soul an everlasting head.
Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,
To tread those blest paths which before I writ.
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I'm a little tired,
So I think I'm going to sleep.
I hope you understand that,
Sometimes it's hard to breathe,
When my thoughts race,
Trapped in my mind.
It's time to say goodnight.
Please don't forget.
That you mean everything.
I'm sorry. I'm no good,
With words but I love you.
Please don't forget that.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
I don't forget
I don't forge
I don't forg
I don't for
I don't fo
I don't f
I don't
I don
I do.....
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
its almost unearthing
so many facets of life,
the one undeserving
thats the moment we choose
cuts like a butter knife
its our line
on my table
that crossed his mind
not a book or fable
just rides her spines
like the co-withoutcane or able
mouths the time
and only ***** her navel
paths or signs
**** deals or crime
alpine 12 box
right out of the green outback
called her mable
youre just a dangerous *****
and i want faithful
slavery for sin
ninja
i just want to be forgiven
im dressed in black
waiting for the hurst
im the one in the back
tempted to call for an angel
reminisce on girls that loved ****
and just went with it even tho it hurts
youre now thinking
so thats why this ***** mother *******
in church
resting his hands on mother mary
is how it works?
grab them beads for god and shove them
wear it bursts
im not hating on any religion
its just faith isnt worth mentioning
without some questioning to listening
im not saying anything is forbidden
go ahead hold your books in the
air
call me none christian
show me god and how much you
care
i doubt he listens
go home and practice the same
or just realize you are like everyone else and we dont know who to blame
for why were so ****** up not sane
but thats why i choose to remain my claim as the only thing not pure or plain
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
I'll write to you
John Wieners
you old twisted fruit long
dead & drained of brilliance
brain inherited from Burroughs
you analytical ****** John
long gone are the hours you
spent in bars in bed in someone's
*** like Ginsberg you are the
emotional man who ran his
fingers through the flesh
of frozen moments tenderness
exhibited in elegies of
departed lovers no dope
sunrise sheltered by your
words the refuge of poetic
gnosis brought from Beats
to Black Mountain **********
Moloch men mounting
one another thighs apex near
sun to receive the final fatal
flash of pleasure then descend
again to madness like
Kerouac you sought the silver
honey-milk of bohisattva jazz
jive held eternity in a frozen
moment and a moment on a
page made offerings to the
hideous grey gods of machinery
and read the neon streetlight
hieroglyphics you who busted
mind-forg'd manacles of Blake
with consonance and assonance
and *** of boys born bravely
to the ecstasy of final drunkenness
& one last cigarette O
prisoner of earth and of the body
you are risen!
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
yellow flowers sang
on our every stroll
ultimately forgetting to say hello
refusing to advise or even bow
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
Were you not haPpy with me?
Did you not hear my pLeas?
Why did you lEave?
Will you come bAck?
Will you diSappear again?
Will you forgEt me?
I could make you Smile again,
I could love you Too,
I could bring you bAck,
We could be together forever mY love,
ToGeThEr FoReVeR!
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC