"gamblin" poems
My words have just been ramblin',
I left the rhyming state of mind.
The ace of spades is gamblin',
but the rabbit's now on time.
Elevator going down,
catching buses to the sound.
How do I know that I am late?
Time exists in spite of fate.
We're racing, now, against the clock
in circles, 'round the spokes.
I've forgotten how the ticking tocks,
for the gears have been long broke.
Darlin', won't you take my hand?
They're try'na pull you under and
together we can leave this land,
but you must know just where you stand.
-
This shortcut leads to trouble,
but you'll get there on the double.
Bad ideas, I've had a couple;
my shattered thoughts within the rubble.
Broken fragments of my mind,
my fate's aligning just in time.
To the past, I'm disinclined;
looking down an uphill climb.
-
You're sending me a message
about the faithfulness of love;
the white rabbit left me breathless,
I still don't know what you speak of.
"I chose you, please choose me, too?"
I'm running, but I don't know what to.
I've fallen down the rabbit's hole,
into a world without console.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Yes, I've gambled with the heart
I've betted, cheated, lost and won
More than I can count
Yes, I've gambled with the heart
Dangerous business
Gamblin' with somethin'
so delicate
but my wins out-weigh
my losses
And I say "Hey, that's good enough."
And I know I've hurt some people
And I know I've hurt some hearts
Almost like gamblin' with a loaded gun
But that's just all the rage these days
Gamblin' with the heart
Dangerous business
Gamblin' with somethin'
so delicate
but my wins out-weigh
my losses
And I say "Hey, that's good enough."
And i got to say
to all my victims
I regret to say
I'm gettin' better at gamblin'
Everyday with hearts
And you really hope
They just don't go
And break
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
DISTORTED
We could pretend that we arent lying to ourselves (selves)
But we both know we hang our love up on the shelf (help)
What we say and what we feel are two different things
Babe if we dont figure this out i fear we'll go insane
****** attraction
Turning into passion
We just want the action
Thats my
Satisfaction
Whats the story morning glory
Today you love me?
Today you bore me?
Numb the feeling
start the dealing
Let emotions stray
At what cost?
Stop the lying
(My head's spinning)
Whats illusion
(whats the real thing)
Distorted
It is our story
How long till we are history?
Alleged love it is a mystery!
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This rocky ****** relationship is getting far too real
I guess its safe to say that gamblin with cupid only gets you ******
And not in the way you want to-
oh just my luck!
Well i must tell you this charade is getting old
I guess it is harm's way of saying we're too bold
Trying to make our own love genre i guess we have to know that
You can only **** so many times before life ***** you back
****** attraction
Turning into action
Thats my satisfaction
Where's the ****** passion?
Guitar solo
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This fighting fueled relationship is getting far too real
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This rocky ****** relationship is getting far too real
**** my mind on last time
But leave my love on the line
My bodies a forcefield one that you wont get
But getting over you feels like my biggest regret
****** attraction
Turning into action
Thats my satisfaction
Where's the ****** passion?
Leaving my heart alone is my greatest satisfaction.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
I'm a rough rider with a Henry rifle.
You're forced to sling ***** in a smoke filled saloon.
I'm just a cowpoke kickin' dust with cattle.
Whiskey's needed and gamblin' and a fun tune.
Gallop my pinto to Silverado's Star.
Saw the perdiest little thang at he bar.
Order the good stuff, say, "Howdy," take a belt.
I reckon I falled in love, they way I felt!
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
[Lyric re-write: The Times they are a Changin’, by Bob Dylan]
Come gather ‘round, voters
Wherever’s your Poll?
And admit rising waters
Around you now flow
And accept it is sooner
Than science had shown
It’s ah crime the earth we’re not savin’
Get propeller power whirlin’
Charge yer lights with the sun
For the Climate is ah Changin’
Come haters and cynics
Who Twitter and spin
Better open yer eyes
For the Glaciers are thin
Our POTUS hates science
Wants it all about him
No compassion for another
He’s a gamblin’ we’re losers
And payin’ his bills
While the Climate is ah Changin’
Come Senator McConnell
Stop blockin’ the Bills
Don’t stand in our way
As the ice melts and spills
Our earth is ah hurtin’
While you don’t heed calls
The storm outside is ah ragin’
And soon for our children
No future at all
For the Climate is a Changin’
Come sisters and brothers
We must make a stand
And all realize
What is now in our hands
For if we do nothin’
They’ll ravish the land
Unlivable for the ages
Inaction and tarry
Is all they have planned
While the Climate is ah Changin’
The time has now come
The dye, it is cast
If we slow down
It’ll soon come to pass
Our chances are fadin’
The present, our last
Leavin’ life no safe haven
So what we don’t need
Is coal, oil, or gas
Cuz the Climate is a Changin’
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
**** life, I feel like death. I feel like dyin. Tired of sighin. Fed up with continuously fruitlessly tryin. Really high and im flyin. Cant stay up forever. Still though, ill never stop smokin, no never. Im too real to stay or be sober, thats how it feels. Burn my own flesh sometimes, just to feel. Into shadow shards I peel. On blistered and ****** knees I kneel. For this life is too heavy.
Words are wind and we are dirt. With disaster I flirt. ********* mother nature just to watch her squirt. Boiling tsunamis and enormous hurricanes. Breathing lava veins, losses but no gains. Im starving stains, water as it floods and drains. Im pain as it pours and maims.
Winter words and summer birds all call to me wonderfully. Woeful discontented rage never vented. Running in dry rivulets out of my gaping eye sockets. No skeletons in my closet, but there ARE dripping molding bones stuffed into my pockets. Lined with self loathing. My very favorite style of clothing.
Ill ramble and roll right on. Rollin and ramblin. Bettin and gamblin all of my hope away. If I were you I would bet against me. Trees and tears raised me. Look, see? Ive got bark for skin and my confidence is thin. I would write more. But I would not know how, when, or where to even begin.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:12 PM UTC
there once was a time,
when her face was unlined.
her hands,unseamed
and uncalloused.
her eyes, bright and unclouded.
her ******* perky and full.
her back straight,
her stomach, tight and naturally, slightly concave.
and she had legs, that turned heads and a walk,
that created many,
a wolf whistle.
but then,
she had a life,
left her youth behind,
married,
badly, as time would tell.
had four children,
watched one die.
discovered,
she had married,
a selfish, gamblin man.
got a job
and then a second,
just, to feed her clan.
watched the love die.
then, watched him leave
with a resigned ,
yet a relieved sigh.
raised,
two rambunctious boys
and a sickly, stubborn girl.
then, watched them leave.
launched them,
succesfully,
into the world...
now, the years,
have gone, bye the bye.
and with,aching back and teary eyes, she shuffles on
toward her demise.
with the memory of
times long gone,
and the echoes
of wolf-whistling guys,
legs long and lean
and her unlined face
with, eye catching smile.
giving her a sense of
inner grace....
that plays upon
her lined and crumpled face.
as she relives her youth
in her memories
as she finds that wonderous place, when once she was young.....and oh so beautiful.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
I used to wake up
& feel like my heart was
about to explode
I used to wear only
black
I try to recreate the
color of the sea
in all that I wear
yes
even my hair
I guess I just want to be
a little closer
I guess I just want the tide
to creep up to
my teal-painted toes
I guess I just want to feel loved
there's a tiny voice
scolding me
gotta learn to love yourself
first, girl
I take a deep breath
close black ash eyelids
its still not the same as when
you were there
even though you told me
to take care
I'll take care
if you take care
deal?
your eyes remind me of
water I've never
seen
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
lets all take a back seat
to the man behind the wheel
let's all dance on two left feet
to the fool who doesn't feel
let's all lie down on the track
and wait for the train to depart
let's all take a back seat
to the emptiness of a heart
cruising down a one way street
going backwards doing 95
one hand on the wheel,
nothing left to feel
in the rear mirror, I'm doing fine
tracking thorough the parking lot
my vehicle I left behind
I bet if this was a truck stop
You'd be pulling 9 to 5
I dealt the cards on the table
face down so we couldn't see
I'm driving my winnings
into the middle of nowhere
I'm the loser, but I'll never be
your enemy
***but I won't let you drive
I'm a gamblin' man
I fall down, on a roll of the dice
but I get back up when I can***
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
They like to tell me they're all different
But they all talk in tongues
And I like the way she walks away
When she's on her way to fill up my whiskey
With the ice she chipped off her heart
Am I seeing into you, or are you as transparent as your father
Is it a dead star I taste on your lips
Getting caught up in what you could have been
Getting caught up in what I could have been
And what you left
When you stumbled out with half your clothes this morning
You're the kind of girl who makes me disgusted by my own love songs
And you may be good at flirting, but you're no poet
You left this morning and left the door open
And I haven't worked up the courage to get out of bed and close it
Sick of gamblin'
When you get sick at the end of the night, and you just leave all your tokens in the money robot
Maybe it's somebody else's night to get lucky, you think
I've got a number written on my hand, and I hope it gets washed away
Because moments like you don't ever stay as long as the pain
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Self destructive, the way I always lived
can't take care of myself
I need somebody else
I'm not proud of the things I've done
I get drunk and I get stuck on having fun
its a curse and I'm sure I do it all
to avoid all the noise and how much I fall
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
Here we are it's pouring rain
I wait with baited breath
And fight the urge to choreograph
my delightful dance of death
hesitant to play again
because I always lose
but I cannot say no to you
so tell me, what's the use?
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
tell me, are you a gamblin' man?
or prudent with your bets
do you crown the middle ground
repay all your debts
maybe we could take the risk
50/50 go all in
because all I've ever wanted
is to someday, finally win
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC