"fot" poems
Tribute to my childhood hero
Joni Mitchell
The album covers beaten
The player old and worn
The needle barely tracking
From all the scratches borne
Upon the vinyl surfaces
Of albums that were stored
Unlocking wonderous worlds
Of music I adored
I would lie in cloistered darkness
To hear a voice so sweet
There I'd usher in the nighttime
To worship at her feet
Struck by earthy lyrics
But somewhat strange
Unearthly tunes
To trace with disconnected fingers
The most sensitive of wounds
How sad that good songs
Unsung heroes
Like "Morning Morgantown"
Wouldn't live forever
To "buy your dreams a dollar down"
Recall "Big Yellow Taxi"?
You can rest assured I do!
And "Ladies of the Canyon"
And her epic album "Blue"
Most folks recall a song
Entitled "Both Sides Now"
'Bout clouds and love and life
But they do not know
Her poetic expression
Unearthed deep jazzy riffs
Elitism. Hypocrisy.
And "Summer Lawns" that "Hissed"
At the pinnacle of greatness
Her album "Court and Spark"
Will always be a touchstone
For purity in art
A deeply troubled woman
At certain times in life
Loving truely... deeply
In the "Industry" meant strife
A versatile genius
Her lyrics resonate
Fot the very thing that scarred her
Also made her great
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At times I'd sit and ponder
A self-inflicted crime
But I would postpone the act
To hear her one last time
Her songs touched me so deeply
Places only she could know
With her voice to guide me
I found a place to go
She became my inspiration
My metaphor. My muse.
Joni Mitchell told my heart
To write of its abuse
I aspire to higher standards
A perfection as it were
And should my work be recognized
I owe it all to her.
Though endlessly I search
For perfect sense of art
It's brought on by
INPERFECTION
But a kind and loving heart.
What I saw in her self portrait
Was a humble, gentle face
She was the greatest mentor
a human life could grace
SoulSurvivor
(C) 10/14/2014
Rewritten
(C) 7/17/2015
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
02.09.13
You, pretty girl, said I’ll never understand how much you love me. But, I don’t know why you love me like you do. What I actually think is; why? I’m nothing special. You could have any boy and I’m just another guy in a band.
But, in another way, I do understand. I know youre hopelessly head-over-heels. And I cant explain how much you mean to me. You are the reason why my dream is now become a reality. You are the reason of the smile on my face.
Believe me, when I said “I love you!” I mean it with all of my heart. I found it silly that you spend your teenage years thinking about me more than your beautiful self. You said “You are my sunshine” “You saved me” but then you said “He doesn’t even care” “Why did I keep trying” and I don’t understand.
You are everything I want in a person, why are you so sad? Pretty girl, you are my sunshine. I want you to be happy, you mean the whole world to me. Don’t even say I said this to earn attention because I meant every single word I said. You like me, I like you. Its simple.
One day, I’ll find a girl and she might be special. But you’ll always be on my mind. I don’t want you to waste your time on me. You’ll fall in love again, you’ll love him. And I’m okay with that, princess. Youre so beautiful of course any boy will fall fot you. Don’t worry about me. The memory of me will soon fade away. Maybe one day you’ll laugh when you think of me and your heart will flutter, a bit, for me. But mine always skips a beat for you. You are gorgeous and I cant describe how much I want to hold you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. But I cant. You will find someone that can do that and when you do, please hold him tight.
Find someone who can replace me. Find someone who makes your heart race. Pretty, stunning, gorgeous, beautiful girl, you bring a smile to my face everytime I think of you. Please think of me. Smile like I know you do. And take a deep breath.
I love you, you know that.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
Sugar sugar spice
Oh baby
Its my look that drives you crazy
Not my eyes
Open legs, closed mind, tradition follows
Let me pray
Today. Am I forgiven today?
Tomorrow I may sin again
Or maybe i'll just sing
Love, walks alone feeling misunderstood
Obsession, *** naive
High socks, short skirt, shy smiles
Always a rebel, never held a cause
You keep running
Spicing up your day
Blaming others on your mistakes
Never at ease because
Always looking fot a place to hide
Oh baby
You are not even sweet
You have no spice
Not even darkness in your soul
You are just a ghost of the unknow
Trying to be someone believing it means something
When you only look like a fool
Transforming yourself into a joke
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
the plight obscene to her
as the denied
she stands in the corner shouting into
the nearness of the unyeilding wall
that its unfair
nighttime cannot fend fot itself
the disease of light will infect its borders
and spread across the skys pallet
the deformity called sight will
allow others to see
her sad face
sitting in a broken shopping cart
with her white party dress torn
her makeup a puddle of tears
they will all be able to see
she isnt the engine of perfection anymore
that she isnt factory fresh and polished
its unfair that night
must suffer the inglorious day
that it must be blighted by light
unfair i tell you
she cries into the paint
standing in her humble corners
dire straights and desperate measures
on her magical mind
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
O! Yesterday you are gone forever
to be seen no more
your seconds,your minutes,your hours,
they are all but buried in the sleep of the night.
Things left behind in the arms of procastination
becomes the doings of today
greased with sweating in pains
for the pleasures known yesterday
o! Yesterday you were onces todays activities
at your fertile soil seeds were planted
watering by today
fot to the hope of tomorrows harvest
uncertainty!!!
Uncertainty!!!
They are all uncertainties
for we know not which seeds were planted
yesterday is gone!!!
yesterday is dead!!!
But its depositions are very much alive
to bring to our harvest that which was sown.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
These branches are a shadow,
of the roots we see not grow.
Leaves turn brown in time of spring,
the patient earth knows everything.
Earth embalms the tree with soil,
keeps it strong throughout the toil
though the tree may lose its beauty,
It were not left unattended.
Fot the loss were temporary,
and the tree stood liberated,
the heavens found it worthy
though a younger tree ascended.
It was once an old, forgotten snag
...once blossomed but still died a log
And although the tree departed,
still the secret's not unearthed...
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Splattered paint on jeans like a mural cover cold pale legs on a moving train
Converses beaten with color show a rainbow of hard work done by the feet it keeps warm
I don't know the face beside me and I dare not look
I don't want to judge a book by the cover fot it is more important to judge their shoes
The sneakers cry creativity, art, and passion
And his body remains as still as a painting
The sneakers finally shift and leave at 14th Street
Only for a pair of black boots to take its position
Bye bye motley Converses
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Mr.man in the moon
when i call for you can you hear me?
can you hear my words soaked in pain and heartbreak?
Do they reach you all the way up there?
Mr man in the moon can you see the scars i desperately try to hide? can you see the ones that are so deep, deep enough to reach my heart? scares that have been made for all of my life?
Mr. man in the moon can you smell me? can you smell my liqueur stained clothes or my lips which hint at smoking and drinking?
you sit on your thrown and hear us calling fot you, calling at you for words of wisdom. we all want your attention. So answer us! answer me!
please
i dont know what to do...
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Sticks and stones leave cuts and bruises, but words go deep, and feelings it chooses .
Wounds go away as times go by. But saying words don't hurt. That is a lie .
The intense mellows I hear in the voice. It's as if I have to make a choice,
to let it flow by in the wind or let it replay over and over again .
The sorrow I hear when someone regrets , they know the pain they cause you.
Even when they move on and forget, the cut still seeps inside you .
A broken record you hear the same parts , a chorus of a song .
The simple words that pierced you deep, were there all along .
You can't erase what you heard, the permanent ink bleeds through your soul.
It becomes so heavy you can't take the pain then it imprint its hole .
What you once thought of words, things you use everyday can damage and destroy when used the wrong way. My freedom of speech is just as good.
But you wonder why its criticised when I don't tell a lie.
When I'm real, its wrong.
When I'm right, It's passed along .
But when I hurt someone time stops.
Time stops fot them as it once did for me when I seen that imperfection they pointed out .
And when I realize that it will never go away .
It's easy to be observant than admitting, because once you admit its set in stone and the denial all fades.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 11:01 PM UTC
Death becomes you I heard her say as she watched me shed this mortal coil
Lifeless carcass upon the bed eyes open stare to space.
The poison had done all its work and now to leave this crowded earth.
Year upon year weary and worn in effort to destroy my living soul.
Thou almost did it, killed me off with mental poison but you could not
Fot the spirit is stronger than your vile heart
So today I'LL LIVE!
You can sod off
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
When my phone lights up I hope its you, but when I turn it on I see there isn't a message from you.
I get sad and I put it down, then I make a wish that you would call me again like old times.
But all we have our the memories that still haunt me.
When I hear your name my smile disappear and the thoughs come back.
I wish you could see me, I wish you could hear me and I wish you were mine again.
I miss you.
My phone lighs up
I don't bother to look at it.
But how would I know it was gonna be you this time.
How would of I know that you would call me this time.
How would of I known that you called to get me back.
That is what I though anyway.
You only called to tell me...to leave you alone.
That was the day I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't stop crying.
Because you said thoses words
Those words that broke me
But still
to this day
I wait
Fot that call
just maybe, just maybe
you would
want me back
just as much as I want you back
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
We may not be perfect
just as somebody else
we're the ones that know
that everything has an end.
Now I'm on my knees
praying to a God that I
don't think exists,
praying fot the mistaken butterflies
for the fragility of their wings.
Praying for them in this wild world
wondering if someone is praying for me.
I know the world is full
of sensations and feelings
so I'll let the roots fill me
and make an armor around my limbs.
I hope someone is praying
for the tree girl
the girl who is made of dust and pollen.
I hope they believe in me
because I know things
about the end of everything,
about the imperfections
and the end of the world,
the one that make me alive.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
.
the moon bright shining in the sky
)))()(((
A SONG BY
the 4 girls
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past the old rusted facade
Trying
To cover over
THE TRUE FACE OF HUMANITY
<>•<>•<>•<>
the masks of twisted greed and
Sexless anger
THE FEAR
)(
Hey hey
Child
Come away
( anyone can be a child )
Anytime now
It may still
Be possible to be free
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///// /////
swaying
Dance !
The rhythm !
( The bodies of the seekers
All around )
•
the magic of the sacred images
SHE
( who walks across the bridge
NOW
Can't you see ? )
;:;:
she's heading fot them hills !
"""
We may follow if we want
)(
We can do near bout anything !
.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Everyone knows that i still love math and science.
But i have plenty of options for that too.
Because this is going to be a great party ever.
And i still wanna celebrate all day and all night.
We are never gonna waste time for all the things we've had done fot the past couple of years.
Anyways, i still love the rain so much because it's way better than snow.
Besides, there's no snow in New England yet, but we'll see if i can predict the weather for the winter season as soon as possible.
And since it's the final month of 2015, i can do whatever i want to in a new partner and i can fall in love with someone all over again.
Anonymous. 12/2/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
They preach to hate and curse the enemy
But this not what He preach in the mount beatitudes
When everyone listens and hear his words
He blessed those who are poor in spirit
And those who mourn and who are meek
Those who are seeking righteousness and merciful
A pure in heart and those peacemakers not peacekeepers
And those who are persecuted because of righteousness
Surely God is with them and theirs the kingdom of Heaven
This is the words the he peached
But others have a different words they teach
Be selfish in your ambition is what they want to reach
To become great and in earthly things they are rich
Fot them help is not an option but it is only for the weak
They dont know the real meaning of how to become meek
Gaining the whole world and losing their soul
They are acting righteous but still a fool
Never accepts a correction from another person
By the end of they day still they will say
All things are vanity and this life is just a temporary
And for the wicked still hell is their final destiny
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC