"geronimo" poems
Martin Luther had a dream
Geronimo had visions
People use all sorts of ways
To come to their decisions
Tea leaf readers in a cup
A Psychic with some cards
Looking at a twirling disc
And dancing in the yard
Decision making's easy
If you have the correct tool
You may get the right answer
Or you may end up a fool
Shaman in a sweat lodge
Chew peyote just to see
What the others can not visualize
But what comes easy to folks like me
Some roll dice, and others bones
To get the answer that they need
Others ask the dead to help
To get their answer freed
I myself use none of these
None of these at all
I sit down with a bourbon
And my old Magic Black 8-ball
I switched the little answer ball
It has answers....only two
One is just the one word "dude"
And "what would Keith Richards do?"
"Dude" is universal
It has helped me win not lose
Because it's meaning changes
Depending on the "u"'s
Say it with one U...dude
it means don't even think it
But add eight more and make it duuuuuuuuude
And there's no question you should drink it
The other answer's simple
What would good old Keefy do?
If it didn't **** old Keefy
It won't **** me and you
So, use your magic mushrooms
Dance with spirits in the hall
But I'll make my decisions
With my plastic, black eight ball
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
She’s so cute I wanna eat her face,
like I’m high on bath salts,
she’s vegan,
but takes my tongue like a cannibal,
eat your hearts out Haters,
cut my ear off and send it to her like Van Gogh,
ear off a part of the big picture,
or rather painting we’re painting she gets the first stroke,
we’re wild like animals untamable all in all the time,
into the deep end head first Geronimo cannonball,
Black Swan dive she’s gone alive,
the Pied Piper the Eyed Viper the venom & the antidote,
and I quote a quote I wrote myself,
“She’s the answer to my prayers”, the reason and the hope,
she’s the answer to my prayers,
and I don’t even pray,
okay actually on the low I do pray,
and I’ve seen a lot of amazing things but I’m still amazed,
I’m amazed,
and tomorrow isn’t promised today,
and tomorrow never comes,
but she comes and when she does she comes in waves,
I’m in a daze,
honey glazed and lovely crazed,
my bed’s a mess haven’t made it in days,
bed’s a mess but when we’re together we’ve got it made,
so perfectly misbehaved it’s insane,
lost myself then found my self all up in her maze,
and usually I’m not religious,
but she’s so delicious I must say,
thank you Lord or God Amen to her I give all thanks & praise,
and she’s so cute I wanna eat her face,
like I’m high on bath salts,
she’s vegan,
but takes my tongue like a cannibal…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Venice, California; 2018
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
As I lay me down to sleep,
I can't get you
out of my head.
Come run with me
to forever,
I'll hold your hands
till we grow older.
Smile when my eyes
are frozen,
because they're all frozen
for you.
Kisses might be far too soon,
but I'll be waiting,
our hopes and dreams
are ever in our destiny.
Let me take you
to the edge of all heartaches,
and show you
how beautiful it is
to be with.
Take this love of mine
wherever you go,
no, I don't even call it love,
I call it Geronimo.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I remember being born
Of daylight and eternal devotion
This all-enveloping warmth
I remember
When you opened your childish eyes
For the very first time
And I found my home
The one I always wanted
A million adventures shared
Sometimes getting into trouble
Before you forgot
And then remembered
"Enough! I'm supposed to be an adult"
So I watch and I listen
From the shadows
A dog abandoned by its master
Cold and alone
"I'm here, can't you see",
I whisper from the darkness
As the silence crushes me
Forever yours
A frozen river of devotion
A time machine that waits
Behind an unbreakable veil
Sometimes bold
Sometimes afraid
This is my battle
A fight that is never really over
But worth every penny
Like that one time
A scrape found itself unwelcome
On your bruised, bleeding knee
And I went and found
Your mother's warm kisses
And that magic band aid
The one that started our next adventure
Remember?
A Geronimo!
We shouted it together
Before you jumped back
Into the fray
Wielding a smile so big
Vulnerable and powerful beyond belief
So I dance with the wind
And tell stupid jokes to entertain the sea
Just to pass the time
Hoping you'll return to me
I'm still the whisper
That guides your pen
And I still believe in
The magic of your beautiful ink.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Winter, snow,
Geronimo!
Racing down the sled hill.
Wind blows,
Frozen toes,
Bring me more hot cocoas!
-by Nathan Porter (age 10)
with Ross Porter
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
once a collage
hung on a wide white wall
with monochrome photos of
all creatures great and small
Dali juxtaposed with Doris Day,
LBJ atop JFK, and Joe DiMaggio,
grinning Frankenstein and frowning
Frank Sinatra, not far below
Hemingway, Groucho Marx, Marlon Brando
occupying three of four corners, the bottom right
a curious cat, in stretched repose
dead center, a cracked crucifix
and four Beatles all, Paul the biggest
with the cross crowning his frame
a Corvette,
and Stalin in his tomb
were also given ample room,
on this black and white piece of art
as were ****** Cleaver, with cap,
Jimi Hendrix with axe
another three score
and a couple more, completed
this cacophony of sight, but absent
were J. Bieber, Beyonce, any of the Simpsons
of Fox fame, revealing the artist of this gray masterpiece
was blissfully blind to cyber sacrilege,
Steve Job’s toys, and the lost soul
of Lindsey Lohan
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
All that will remain is bones and rotting meat
Toss it in a cheap wicker box for worms to eat
Topped just with wild flowers and no cement
Plant a weeping willow instead of a monument
It can do the weeping, please don't you cry
There is a chance that I'll be busy when I die
For if I am wrong and there is life after this
I have plans with whom I'll dine and reminisce
I'll be dining with Oscar Wilde and Caravaggio
Cocktails and conversation with Kant and Plato
Then with Bellini, Verdi and Rossini I'll take a Show
An interval tipple and discourse with Rousseau
An after party with Bakunin and Proudhon
Whisky and blues with Howlin Wolf til I'm gone
I shall breakfast the next day with Tz'u Hsi, Homer and Malcolm X
And take morning coffee with Gandhi and Marc Bolan from T.Rex
At noon a spicy ****** Mary with Mary Queen of Scots,
Freddie Mercury, Lou Reed, Picasso and lots of tequila shots
Lunch that day with Saladin, Karl and Groucho Marx
Then smoke a pipe with Newton whilst discussing quarks
Afternoon tea with Queen Victoria, Kipling and Colin Ward
Followed by a game of Tafl with a viking on a giant board
Dress for flamenco with Carmen Amaya (then dress the blisters)
Then pre-dinner drinks paid for by Geronimo and the Bronte sisters
So you see, if I'm wrong
And we actually move along
A fascinating after life awaits me
Yeah, when I'm gone from here
There'll be plenty gin and beer
Cucumber sandwich's and tea
If you wonder what I'm doing
Give your watch a quick viewing
Then just check this poem and you'll see
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
When the summer of our youth has passed
and the bane of winter draws near,
we sit alone in opaque rooms
and crack ourselves a beer.
To the north we look with glossy eyes
yet to the south our mind wanders freer
we laugh and smile and grimace and weep
and crack ourselves a beer.
We think of days of wonderlust,
of scenes of timeless cheer
of children playing in the rain
-and then we crack ourselves a beer.
What happened to the upbeat muses?
did they take and destroy their lyre?
we wonder where the bluebird went
as we sit and crack a beer.
We haven't seen him for a time
and because of this we fear.
The gourds of innocence broke and leaked
and so we cracked ourselves a beer.
And with them chipped
we quaffed long and deep and into lands we steered
destined for hate and war and poverty
and so we cracked ourselves a beer.
Instead of honeysuckles and wafers
we feasted on bloodied deer
and watched our parents fight and die
as we cracked ourselves a beer.
Trees of mighty oak that hoisted forts
have fallen in the clear
as have the mounds of Geronimo
while we cracked ourselves a beer.
And so our friends have left us
our lovers are nowhere near
last seen flying away with the bluebird
because we cracked ourselves a beer.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 10:31 AM UTC
Flames behind me
the smoke blinds me
the fall in front of me
don't wanna jump, not for the life of me.
We've all hit our expiration dates
Johnson dangling, entangled in a wire
he's 68, he was about to retire
a burnt child dreads the fire
and he's a lump of charcoal.
Up many storeys
the planes hit precisely.
News helicopters flying and taping
there's no escaping,
the fire's approaching.
I need to jump,
no slow death here.
Here we go,
Geronimo!
Fire caught me in my fall
God's doing his roll call
pain in my legs as the ground comes closer
I move quick, I cannot breathe, my lungs are squished
Did I tell my kids I love them?
No, but I wish.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
GERONIMO wherefore
are thou now?
what scaffold have you fallen
from & stared
w/milk-pale eyes
at Reverend Cacey
(who stands murmuring ,
4
pound golden crucifix in out
stretched hands ? )
(the world is very scared
o
f
you..)
(why else would
ol' blood hound
Joe Horn
be put on yr trail ? )
raise thy sharps rifle 'bove yr head & eat out
th'sun !!
(i declare you are a mountain poet.)
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
She said our *** life was mundane
and had become routine
so we should spice it up a bit
indulge in the obscene
So I figured what the Hell?
Lets give it a go,
it should be fun to mix it up,
rekindle passion's flow.
Monday we tried dressing up,
I donned a Batman suit
and she Catwoman to my Bat,
we'd thought we'd have a hoot.
I leapt from wardrobe to the light
and swung to hear the crack,
the ceiling caved around us both
and I threw out my back.
Tuesday we tried role-play,
I met her in a bar,
the gangster and the ******
we messed round in the car.
A tap upon the window's glass,
a frowning, outraged cop
who booked us for soliciting
because we wouldn't stop.
Wednesday I surprised her
by leaping in the room
naked as my ***** sprang
'She'll like this' I assume
'GERONIMO!!!' I called out loud
and then began to choke,
her mum and gran were sitting there,
her gran then had a stroke.
Thursday we got *****
I chained her to the bed,
aroused to see her naked form
and naughty words she said.
a banging on the door revealed
her angry, ranting dad
who called to speak of yesterday
but saw her then went mad.
Friday, naked she sat on
my back atop a saddle
she spanked my **** coz in each hand,
she swung a ping-pong paddle
She rode me round til I was sore,
through all the rooms and halls,
til I collapsed when one mis-swing
had caught me in the *****
Saturday we calmed it down,
massage with scented oils
to help relieve this week of hell
and all it's *** game toils,
til I felt something part my ****
was not a nice surprise
"Vibrating ***** 5000"
brought tears to my eyes.
I bit down on the pillow hard,
not much that I could say,
I clawed the plaster from the walls,
a bid to get away.
By Sunday, I had had enough,
and told her 'Please, no more...
I miss mundane, I like routine,
just like it was before...
No more costumes, chains or spanks,
or objects in my ****
no more surprises you have planned,
or schemes you must surpass.'
'Fine' she said 'I'll call my friend
and cancel our three-way'
I looked at her through narrowed eyes,
my jaw dropped in dismay.
'Don't be hasty by my words'
I grinned and calmly tried
'Good, coz Bernard's on his way'
she said and so I cried...
...And cried... And cried...
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
A product of an given environment.
A democracy being ran by tyrants
A offer of change..
Jesus Christ is hiring
Spiritually jobless cause the worlds firing..
Only thing worst is death and that fire pit..
But my Lord is a fireman..
With living water..
For you that fire could be a mist..
But know that hell is not a myth..
Know that heaven is at hand come on take sip..
Matter of fact take a gulp.
My Christ the sacrifice his blood
Overflows like a flood...
Talking oceans beyond a gulf..
Move mountains he can swift a coast..
Strength of the uttermost..
My stewardable host..
Came down to earth yes he left his post..
Just to have his flesh left on a post..
A passion that no other being could
fathom ..
the True definition of compassion..
He took on all our sin Nothing was rationed ...
His beard striped off..
His bones exposed..
His feet n hands left with holes..
Extreme bleeding..
Yes beaten to his skeletal system no x-ray was needed..
Not one fracture..
He took it all for us our true Master.
Damaged beyond human appearance..
How can u not be down in allegiance
With the Christ of this World
The only being to embody all that is right in this World..
Yet we hold on to darkness like he not the light to this World..
He died for us Yes he fought the good fight for this World..
We are to be his bride
Yes the church but Look at us yet he still won't pick another girl..
We cheat on him..
Our selfish desires
We beat on him..
Oh how we conspire..
To destroy the truth..
Yet we need to cling to it like Ruth..
Did to Naomi..
And react better when rebuke by a pony..
Stop dancing around the truth like its going to result in a Tony ..
Award..
Too many people are phoney
Randomly comprised like what resides in bologna
I am down with Christ .. Geronimo
See the signs of his coming its almost time to go...
..
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
I done jumped off a cliff..
I wrote this poem on my way to the bottom
Hard to see from all the air pressure.
I should have wore goggles
You know safety first
The Bible say no *** before marriage
Yet the world say just where a ******
I think thats a eagles nest
Did one of them hatch
Mama eagle scouting for food
But where daddy at?
Thinking of Dr. Seuss the little bird looking for his mama
But where I'm from too often we looking for papa
The landscape getting close.
Now why did I jump
Oh yeah my gang dared me
I had to show them I wasn't a punk
Do anything to be socially accepted
Even risk becoming a ghost
I should have stopped trying to be in the crowd
Instead accepted my reality
Now I'm just another casualty of gravity
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
On the deck of the HMS Randalls
Were sorry array of antiques
They would amble about in their sandals
To a chorus of ominous creaks
The crackle of bone upon gristle
With a litany grumbled above
Just give them the slip
If you feel a grip
Like a handful of dice in a glove
In the galley of HMS Randalls
Where the tables were ******* to the floor
There’s a chef with a dwarf where his leg was
He was bombed in the Argentine war
If you ask him about his ‘prosthetic’
He just winks and he taps on his nose
But the dwarf will admit
That they make a good fit
And a noteworthy total of toes
At the engines of HMS Randalls
With her overalls smeared with blood
Stood cannibal kind of mechanic
By the name of Veronica Spud
Her hunger has never been sated
Or her eye been the source of a tear
Her teeth have been chipped
Into screwdriver tips
And a spanner protrudes from her ear
On the bridge of the HMS Randalls
Sits the captain, Geronimo Spent
His unblinking and pallid expression
Say he left but he never quite went
But he puts on his hat and his jacket
He fastidiously logs his report
With a secondary list
Of the passengers kissed
As he figures that life’s too short
**
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
She was blessed from the start like a christening
Aura glistening
Her vision is
Astounding
Very humble still grounded
Well rounded
Well known
Not for getting *****
But rather for how shes sounding
On the mic every night
Harmonic tunes
Melodic boon
Has every one in a trance
As if she was a muse
no daughter to Zeus
But a goddess in her own rights
In a dark room she still consumes eyes
As if she's in the spot light
a little lime and still bright
Life gave her lemons
She created her own zest
Best
quality is her smooth characteristics
Or is it
how she styles with finess
With out trying to empress
The next
Man she just do it for her self
**** here I am thinking I could help
But can't even help my self
Why cause her
Intellect matches her beauty
I'm talking she got brains and her *****
Bubble
**** see that's not really what attracted me
It was that crazy **** cool personality
Not exactly
a role model
But who wants perfect
Cause honestly
Sometimes a woman's flaws will make her worth it
Even if a future isn't certain
Instead of saying you working
Over time
Give a reason to put work in and overtime
You gain connection
Type of girl to be your lover and BESTFRIEND
Treat her nothing less then
The best thing
you ever had
Make sure she never mad
bad in their own view
But to you she beautiful
Woman not a *****
But that's a word most men are use to
Plus trying to get
a women as Devine
as I define
Is hard to find
So a good women we become immune to
But see if I get that I won't let go
but that's the funny thing about is you'll never know
feelings will never show
If they do
You'll feel clumsy
never look before you fall
You just close your eyes and say
Geronimo
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
When you look into my eyes
can you see the starry skies?
Soaring high above the clouds
as we cut ourselves from earthly ties
With your arms about my waist
we'll leave behind this lonely place
searching for the hidden keys
to unlock the riddles of time and space
So Allons-y and Geronimo
through the unknown vale we shall go
your fingers interlaced with mine
we'll dance the stars 'til they lose their shine
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
So slight, the difference
Between falling and flying.
They share the jump, and
The difficult breathing.
No one can tell you died crying
When you've been hit in the face
With the
World.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
when i met you
i didn't know id be
meeting all six of you.
your personas
spilled from your pocket
like rapid fire kisses.
little by little
trickling out
with casual coolness.
like perfectly stacked dominoes
shot out into the open
by geronimo and his rifle.
and the only thing you expected
was to expect me to not inspect them.
to not hold them up to the light
and investigate the content.
anyway my hands were
too shaky
and small
to carry them all.
anyway you smiled.
with the same
smile you forgot to
take off from work.
you:
the angry
the riddle
the obstinate
the sweetheart
the confused
the drunk
the person you think you are
the person you are desperately trying to become.
for what its worth,
i hope to meet him
one day too.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Here is to that one kiss
The one that changed it all
Here is to falling like fool
You are now the one I miss
Here is to praying I am right
That you are real and mine
Here is to dreams coming true
In your thoughts by day and dreams by night
Here is to those who jump and yell
"Geronimo" do or die trying
Here is to my beautiful distraction
I'm yours now, one kiss and I fell
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
Do you catch yourself looking at you,the "man in the mirror" holding the wheel. As you hold the wheel doing 102,rushing to the next to do.
One o'clock high glimmer.
Almost entranced by the navigator looking back but not at you?
Frenzied sill shot. Looking for the **** shot in this mixed menagerie.?
Step right up.ladies and gents.
How much can you get for your 99 cents.
In this not so penny arcade.
Split the difference . A four dementional blink.
Over four you know it.
Exit or merge.
Quiet the urge to do neither.
The middle man went belly up
Can't get to the critical
With a hitch in your giddyup.
Take another peak. One o'clock high
Hang in or bail out.
No failure. With no try.
Green lite .jump and hit silk.
Spin the wheel.
Close the deal.
Geronimo.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those *** pill
born south of the border pooped and ******
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle ******* ranked big hest
catch also including ***** prize,
as you correctly guessed.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
We survived the Trail Of Tears
never forgotten about Wounded Knee
we saw to it that Custer would make his last stand
and mourned for the Sand Creek massacre
with Geronimo we would keep riding on
to save what should of never been gone
For over five hundred years
we would fight to be free
and our blood would spill on this land
we saw respect for our Mother Earth
and did what we could to protect her
with our Spirit Guides we became one with the animal
this was the way with all of our people
Our religion was strong with the Great Spirit
but White Man tried to teach us how to forget
and corrupted our children at birth
teaching them to forget the ways of our culture
only to make their eye's blind not to see
that this was our way taught to be
that should of never been gone
Spiritwind ©2016
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
i often think about the people that go hit by meteorites
how space shrapnel invited itself into their homes
took its' shoes off and shimmied into the floor
asteroid junk, hold me closer
tell them they're not alone
that one day they'll burst, or be swept
all just soot in the end
this dust, this sand
can fill up a city
i can be that city
how likely is it to be struck by lightning?
and will i be the lucky one
tell me, will it shake the truths out of me
will it burn my hair like it did when someone got too close and their cigarette got even closer
the way it sizzled and made the air hard to breathe
will my veins line up with the electric as if i were part of something greater than a body of earth?
in times like these i hear the word aha!
Geronimo calling from the light-bulb, brazenly jumping to enlightenment
a tiny revolution starting in every little thing that can line up with the other
a thousand circuits jump starting and brashly telling me to
step out of the dark
i could use a little time
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
I dreamt you said I love you.
This was after I had ‘killed’ our test baby.
It was small, and fake,
And they had taken our real one away from me.
There are two things that inspire me:
You. And native quotes.
So when you quote of love
I clearly must write a poem.
When you walk away from me
I will watch you go,
Then I will turn and walk the other way
And wonder if, like his dark materials, our atoms will find each other’s somewhere down the road.
They say that as Geronimo died
He said, I should never have surrendered.
I should have fought until I was the last man alive.
Fortunately, I have never been the type to enjoy watching things burn.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC