"gimps" poems
five o'clock on Sunday night
we down two bottles of pink ******* wine - classy
Jesus Christ applauds our dedication to his
"this do in remembrance of me" mentality
after four ******* hours of straight communion
we are one with the universe
praying only for security in something
“don't judge me,” she says “don't judge me,”
we've reached that point
we found ecstasy in dizziness - in daydreams
sure enough, we found there was
some kind of magic quality
inherent in these substances
that we were guaranteed to abuse
but it seems we must have been
the worst of marksmen
because I know we matched each other
shot for shot that night
and never once made contact
**** that
we went from being worshiped to ignored -
untouchable
like the ******* gimps of the Hindu caste system
**** Karma
what did we do to be so low?
it didn't make good sense
so we just kept drinking
because that's the only thing that did
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
Sent his woman a letter in French.
In obsession, The Marquis De Sade.
As in thy passion thy ***** thou didst wrench.
Thy being held high in disregard.
Obsessed with the perverse.
Creator of ******* slavery cruel.
Written his violence as ****** curse.
This power crazed man did his harem rule.
In ******* and pains.
Lashed up in a gimps.
Whipping with chains.
Wants lots of dosh, wishes of pimps.
Modern day tale of the Marquis De Sade.
A cruel ******* whose *** was hard.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
A far off rumble, like a premonition,
Disturbs the quiet urban biosphere.
Soon, flashing, scattered thunderstorms appear,
Depositing an icy ammunition.
A domed volcano wakes from long remission,
Explodes, contaminates the atmosphere.
The sun retreats behind a ****** smear
And all the world submits to dark perdition.
For weeks the crumpled vegetation limps
Along and feeds on fallen carcasses.
The battered monuments to progress fall
And Wall Street übermensch, now useless gimps,
Assemble near their ruined businesses
And ponder why their profits tend to stall.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
a walking canvas,
her body is her story,
memories depicted in ink tone scars,
she wears her heart on her sleeve..
literally.
images commemorate words unspoken.
some figuratively..
ask & she will tell.
anticipation puts her on the edge of her seat,
as the machine comes to life,
never has a vibration been so soothing,
the buzz is her lullaby.
after all.. big girl don't cry,
her therapy is about to begin,
and though some would call it a sin..
she feels this could never be.
pain converted, so beautifully.
" are you ready?"
more ready than I've ever been,
release overwhelms her,
as he tears into the first few layers of skin,
goosebumps dance from head to toe,
easing a troubled mind..
this pain is temporary,
and soon will pass..
unlike other other pains,
the endless shames & heartaches that cut deep,
deeper than a needle ever could..
for awhile, she is at peace,
embracing the rawest form of release,
knowing well,
she will emerge with another chapter,
a mark on the page,
a vibrant imagery, to depict her rage..
this ugly duckling, has never felt more like a swan..
the buzz of the machine soon dies,
& the walking canvas opens her eyes,
feeling the closest thing to a breath of fresh air..
that's she's felt in a long time,
haze soon accompanies the serenity of the room,
lost souls gather to unwind,
**** some time, & find a gimps of understanding,
a calm, in such a demanding world,
where everyone's quick t point fingers,
with hands that are far from clean..
we are no different than you,
we pick & we choose,
the only difference?
i won't judge you for being bland,
but if you criticize,
i might demand,
a little insight..
what sin helps you sleep at night?
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
All we "writers" "poets"
Walk with a limp
Have a thorn in our side
We're a collective gimp
And in our words, hide
Yet, bare all
Our souls, hearts, scars
Our memories, call
Observationists, we are
Feeling too much,
Feeding on ours, and others, scars
We, are watchers of, life
The good, the bad,
love and strife
We watch the happy, The sad,
All heaven and hell, knows
We're all "mad"
And it shows
Is this bad?
No
It's what we are
We all walk with a limp
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
In downtrodden androgyny, the ample beast is butchered in the streets, released to the **** ******* bottom of cautioned pits, gritting limply in the lozenged fists of gimps sweating **** from their pours to no cause, nor reward, under the sword of mechanical animals, scrambling the signals to the heart, from a world apart in darting remembrance of the severance from the start departed to the end of no means in abstract pings to the outer dark.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
dissolute neo transgressive
a fantasy lauded libertine
self mythologizer
writing ugly comments
on corrosive voids like black outs
broken verses sounded out
in mangled staccato
needing rearranged horizons
like olives without pimentos
and skies cobbled from
thatched metal bones
in moonless poems
with no dream life
no naked glimpses
no clawing
not even a drop of blood to whiff
and already cauterized
lust-less
anemic-scapes of thorn-less rosettes
emptied of black tongued gimps
and tattooed ******
no Lilliputians
swimming in marsh swamps
and no snarling brays
remember
there are mouths to fill
with pounding gristle
and ***** to bleed
like pull apart flake strudel
that squeal rapturously
shedding seas
of gagging exorcisms
so
widen your thighs
look into my eyes
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
I have come to see a great deal of things by now
Through my experience there still are many things I do not know how
But I have never let that keep me from my ways
I'll burn my worries away within a cloudy haze
Because through the thick of it all
I still keep finding myself right where I left off
Encumbered motionless entranced by your spell binding abductive power
You know exactly how I'd take your hand through your darkest hour
I still don't know if I was ever any good for you in the past
But the seasons bring weathered changes to us all
We can only choose if we stand or if we fall
I've become something so different from what I was back then
No I am not bitter being just a friend
But there is a part of me holding on to the pieces of the past
I feel like together now I know we would last
There is nobody ever I could put before you
When we are around there is nothing else I'd rather do
I have put everything of mine right on the line
Just to bring a smile to your teary eyed face
I even risk playing the fool and becoming another disgrace
Oh how I must be a fool falling for this love again
knowing better the love you do not send
I still don't know if I was ever any good for you in the past
But the seasons bring weathered changes to us all
We can only choose if we stand or if we fall
I've become something so different from what I was back then
No I am not bitter being just a friend
But there is a part of me holding on to the pieces of the past
I feel like together now I know we would last
I could never blame you if you ever went on your own way
No matter how much I'd love to beg you I could never force you to stay
But I can not shake these feelings for you right now
The way I wound up in this place I do not know how
You are the only variable I can find to fit in my life
I truly believe together we could finally end all of our strife
You have always been my best friend who could be so much more
You have always been the one that I choose to adore
I still don't know if I was ever any good for you in the past
But the seasons bring weathered changes to us all
We can only choose if we stand or if we fall
I've become something so different from what I was back then
No I am not bitter being just a friend
But there is a part of me holding on to the pieces of the past
I feel like together now I know we would last
There is nothing you could ever do that I would not forgive
There is nothing I would ever intend to destroy your happy thoughts
I'd piece together paradise for you wit my bare hands
So long as I do not reach exile for foreign lands
I would do every thing within my power through my darkest hour
Just to lift you up for a chance to touch the sky
I'll lay in the shadows imagining what it'd be like to fly
Freeing myself of envy just at the gimps of your smile
This is a state I see lasting a while
As I find myself dedicating this life to you
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC