"gones" poems
Enough of the hard gripped madness
Enough of the glass shattering sadness
Enough are the words on the page
Form forgets itself when aroused elsewhere
There was no magic in our glare
Simple pure planned demi-god like Hate
Worms were the things that made our love fall apart
The fire wheeling magician with pockets of loose change
We were nothing but fragments in our game all the same
Off and away these words ridicule the minds that read them
Shining truth as if they were just seated at the most beautiful booth
To hear the pleasantries of the mass is being hooked like a great bass
Sin eaters like the fire eaters both with broken heaters
Earrings that swing from side to vicisous side
Good and bad too preach on ears that don't know to delete
Another misfortune in time that never stands still
Ill to the will who low and behold takes the little blue pill
There is a faint mournful morning dust on mine window sill
Panic stricken I started thinkin' of the way out of this mess
But to my surprise and of course my first instinctful guess
I turned out to be the one at the party without a dress
Corn mocks itself telling the mirror its too fat
You've killed us all and yet your so small
Granting itself permission to never again enter the mall
Fiend friend better send
All their money off and away
For the mighty bill is here to the blank end
Let by gone's be by gones
Until the bones begin to break
And there ain't a trace of the song
Notes of noting that leave nothing in my ears
I listen to them all
But hear nothing
Has the sight went away with the sighing of the day?
Am I so lost
I can't see the falling summer frost?
Cornered in the market of a fresh bakers reality
The bread has been rising
I'm afraid it won't be able to stop
Off to the ridicule to put myself though medical school
The shimmering metallic utensils
Have never laid so deathly still
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
I miss the time
When I had to fall
Only the body felt aching
Not to involve the love of mine
I miss the time
That I only broke my arm
When there's nothing to do
With heart or mind
I miss the time
When I had bunch of candies
Better way of possessing the sweets
Rather than receiving promises
I miss the time
When I lost mine
Teeth would be the ones
Not a number of people's gones
I miss the time
When everything was simple
All the memory was fun
Like my childhood time
I miss the time
Of my old times
Wondering sometime
Again, it comes
(June 2016)
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
We talk in code
with words
that like chameleons
hide
where they appear
and send signals
with our fars
and nears
and gones
and heres
that in their way
are sometimes mixed
without knowing
when or why
And then we act
hesitant at times
and at times decisive
yet uncertain
in choreographed
but unrehearsed
steps
that turn
into each other
and phrase the
rhythm
of
our dance
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
WHAT THE MIRROR THINKS
The mirror sees them
arguing, but:
says...nothing.
It, observes them as so
much human furniture
that, most of the time
are nowhere
to be seen.
"Here 'n' gones' " the mirror
thinks of them.
The mirror reflects
a tiny breeze
unseen in itself that
dances with the white
net curtains
stained with sunlight.
The shadows creep
into corners
waiting for
evening.
The mirror shows
an aspidistra
that always dominates
the tiny room.
it even refers to
the tattered Penguin
Orwell
fallen to the floor
still...unread.
The carpet the mirror sees
is genuine
Persian, but:
it has seen better days
faded with sunlight.
There is a small hand mirror
on an antique wash basin
that still holds
the woman's scowl
for a few moments, but:
now. . .doesn't.
Mirror looks at
mirror.
But, again:
says....nothing.
There is - nothing
: to say.
The humans have gone
taken themselves out of
the picture
so to speak.
But, their anger
still hovers in the air.
The curtains
are still
...dancing.
"Hmmmmmm..?"
thinks the mirror
"...Hmmmmmm!"
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
LET GONES BE GONES......
I hope you will forget me,
To even put me as one of your ex's,
Just don't recall my details,
Forget all about me,
You were nothing but a lier,
A heart breaker,
Just know that I'm gone,
Don't think of following me,
Your time have pass ,
So pass with your time,
I'm no longer yours,
And I will never be one again,
Just learn to forget about me......
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
it's sup _ pos _ ed to be
a | memory |
《Left《 behind
yet i'm riding shotgun
with. a. stranger.
only ^to ^see
McGarthy Jewelry Sign
<<gold//green//gold//green>>
glowing 2nd avenue
inevernoticedtheway
* it's * lit * up *
they-have-such-pretty-things
{& you}
&rings;
i wonder what i could choose
~for ~you
[[silly me]]
alliholdnow
is _ your _ name
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
slur your words,
as bottles pile onto bottles,
and the dreams you love,
have come to haunt me,
glowing orb,
orbiting around you,
keeping you away from the storm,
that pours from your mother's eyes,
about how her two lovers have died,
Her wailing drowned out,
over the buzzing beating plastic world,
created by by gones gone by,
of the greatest generation,
who died to produce,
the cubical living room,
we use to be gods,
on our virtual battle ground,
where we now stand,
face to face,
I stand with solidarity,
with your mother's loss,
climb into the life raft,
before the storm gets you,
and you drown in your flood gates,
that have rotten with filth,
you freely dump into your mind
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
A heart of a fool.
Where blind love rules?
He runs a foul of the law.
And says he's going to change.
But when given the opportunity to do it.
He reverts back to his same old ways.
And many question's why you stay?
And like that blind fool.
You repeats, what he said to you?
That he's going to change.
The children you have deserves better.
And if you have none.
yaou serves better.
Don't let the sympathy schemes gets the best of your mind.
That voice of reason that speaks to you with wisdom.
That states, see a fool.
Use a fool.
Which he constantly do to you.
Wise up.
Be wise.
Maybe he's just not the guy.
Even if he's your first love.
Sometimes you got to let by gones be by gones.
Like that old saying.
You can do bad all alone.
Let him swim in his misery.
Believe deep within.
There've got to be a better man for me.
Be wise and wise up.
Instead of you being a fool.
Let him continue to be seen as a nut.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
snow-windy.
ice in raindrops.
hefty ventures.
brookner, anita:
latecomers '89.
thomasses,
just too many.
mind-plays.
churning hopes.
wrestle.
some way out.
'i did love her then!'
mind-quake.
regroup.
by-gones.
grave-yard stuff.
'oh, now: you & i.'
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d. August, 2016)
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones
n'all" called the other reaching for gun.
Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong;
"bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung.
As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter,
the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy?
What a time to shine we've a belter,
and I'll betch ya bare presents from me.
Animate beings the devils in deets
Replete we so are and we suffer.
In-animacy, the terms quite discreet,
and our ignorance hampers our buffer.
For guns everywhere, unloading despair,
pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Hear my soul
Don't stand in my shadow
Dare to strive forward
Replenish your striving
Become your own wishes and not mine
The great baton is passed to you
I will soon meld into the abyss of by gones upon by gones
My inner kingdom soon dwindles into obscurity
My trumpets of announcements is but only a hushed breeze
Days of rest beckons to me and the great ****** hangs
over my head like a giant pendulum counting time
I still hear, feel, and see my muse crying out to me
not to abandon myself from myself
Space shrinks as time shrinks
The earth pulls me down as gravity will soon claim me
Mother Earth will soon embrace me and welcome
me home, from where we all came, from the beginning of time
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Hope the sound of crickets
resting near your head
won’t wake up the bed
or want it?
just to tell you
now looking for a name
to call the day
that went the distance of three
I felt I did
I felt I slept
and shined through
and walked right at
I lost my breath
subtle hurts underneath
around my head
and heartily heartened
found a friend in friends
so talking their strange lingos
made me see the closeness
in the foreign truth
that carries
the
travelers
through
on-times so unusual
coincidental timing
and all the gones
how me, my zones
being alone
so moving, so home
near others
sleepwalking lovers
nervous panics
wordy freaks
one sided
broken line
still don't know today
the name
of ********* scattered
day
thus this scattered fragments,
my scatterline,
I just want to whisper
to your resting mind
while still smelling you
on structures of my skin,
sound tenderly
the creaks of crickets!
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
His eyes were red and cold as he gazed upon the throne ,
With hate that ruled his heart he could break every wall of stone
Lost in his own madness , consumed by the betray of the one gones
His breath of fire shall burn and ashen every home they've known
For every man is once only a child , as pure as the morning dew
An unwritten tale of the morrow , every sight is new
One can't teach thyself to hate , it's a poison that world brews
For we forget that good is far greater but good men so few
His claws dig deeper with more despair he sees
Through the flesh onto their heart and dreams
A calm song to his soul , as his prey withers and screams
To be one with the devil now and forever , his creed
His small hands craved for warmth and embrace
But the cruel sky carved a maze of scars on his face
Little eyes searching for the lone bird in the sky
Spots one, as the bird is shot and dies before his eyes
The world is nothing but a speck of dirt in his mind
Ought to be crushed before he runs out of time
Wicked kind that decay and degrade with every breath they take ,
His love is for the dead for living he has nothing but hate
He saw them put fire to the forest of his thoughts
And the flames engulfed every nook and corner
He was burnt , Ashen to the being he was not
Pushed into the void with arrival of every new mourner
Sharpness of his blade shining through the night
Into the approaching herd of black and white
A question before the end of why they deserve his rage ,
Stains of ignorance on every Blood soaked page
The world cut him in pieces and every part was drained of love ,
Left to die and rot , he's the phoenix who was raised in their dirt
They proclaim him as the devil , his very existence they curse
Lore of the fools , the unholiness of his birth
mind of a child was fed with hate and pain ,
Left in the dark shade , he was told to find his own name
The night found him instead , held his hand as the fear drained
Now they say he's the devil , who's the one to be blamed ?
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Be gone, you bygones
But there’s nothing wrong
With letting them go on
To morph into better songs
A sort of eulogy to their long
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
A walk path down this lonely heart
Blinded by love from the start
They come and go like annual seasons
Than leave me broken for now reason
The next one will come in a flip of a page
I'd run into love like a bird out a cage
It will blossom until they've ate the seed
Than I'll realize it was all for greed
Again I'd be left alone in this lonely path
Grievously reincarnating my broken heart
I fall and fall than rise again
Cause falling in love is never in vain
I heal my heart and resume walking
Releasing by gones for some soul searching
For now the path is still lonely but I still have fate
That by the end of this journey I shall find my soul mate
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
there's so much dust in me,
dusk, and the rust,
lust and the dusk in me,
to set me alight, on fire-
so much smoke and
cold and loneliness,
the seething emptiness,
and the hollow mornings;
for the sun to rise-
the hurt in me,
always hurting me-
the words in me,
never in the right sequence
or picture;
the elegance to be,
to be, or not-
a million years of
evolution and scriptures;
mixture of chaos,
and visitors;
with their pain,
with their home,
with their bombs,
and with their gones
bones and skeletons,
sharks and teeth;
seeds and forests,
just ready to burn;
to set me alight, on fire.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
WHAT THE MIRROR THINKS
The mirror sees them
arguing, but:
says...nothing.
It, observes them as so
much human furniture
that, most of the time
are nowhere
to be seen.
"Here 'n' gones' " the mirror
thinks of them.
The mirror reflects
a tiny breeze
unseen in itself that
dances with the white
net curtains
stained with sunlight.
The shadows creep
into corners
waiting for
evening.
The mirror shows
an aspidistra
that always dominates
the tiny room.
it even refers to
the tattered Penguin
Orwell
fallen to the floor
still...unread.
The carpet the mirror sees
is genuine
Persian, but:
it has seen better days
faded with sunlight.
There is a small hand mirror
on an antique wash basin
that still holds
the woman's scowl
for a few moments, but:
now. . .doesn't.
Mirror looks at
mirror.
But, again:
says....nothing.
There is - nothing
: to say.
The humans have gone
taken themselves out of
the picture
so to speak.
But, their anger
still hovers in the air.
The curtains
are still
...dancing.
"Hmmmmmm..?"
thinks the mirror
"...Hmmmmmm!"
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
His eyes were red and cold as he gazed upon the throne ,
With hate that ruled his heart he could break every wall of stone
Lost in his own madness , consumed by the betray of the one gones
His breath of fire shall burn and ashen every home they've known
For every man is once only a child , as pure as the morning dew
An unwritten tale of the morrow , every sight is new
One can't teach thyself to hate , it's a poison that world brews
For we forget that good is far greater but good men so few
His claws dig deeper with more despair he sees
Through the flesh onto their heart and dreams
A calm song to his soul , as his prey withers and screams
To be one with the devil now and forever , his creed
He begged for the world to see him for what he was ,
But they'll only know him as who he is now
He walked upon a road back and forth so lost
And the mute world never made no sound
He feeds on the ruins of the forgotten land ,
Upon all the lost souls that wanders into his side
Ever so caring in his warm tender hands
The gates to his kingdom are open ever so wide
His small hands craved for warmth and embrace
But the cruel sky carved a maze of scars on his face
Little eyes searching for the lone bird in the sky
Spots one, as the bird is shot and dies before his eyes
The world is nothing but a speck of dirt in his mind
Ought to be crushed before he runs out of time
Wicked kind that decay and degrade with every breath they take ,
His love is for the dead for living he has nothing but hate
He saw them put fire to the forest of his thoughts
And the flames engulfed every nook and corner
He was burnt , Ashen to the being he was not
Pushed into the void with arrival of every new mourner
Sharpness of his blade shining through the night
Into the approaching herd of black and white
A question before the end of why they deserve his rage ,
Stains of ignorance on every Blood soaked page
The world cut him in pieces and every part was drained of love ,
Left to die and rot , he's the phoenix who was raised in their dirt
They proclaim him as the devil , his very existence they curse
Lore of the fools , the unholiness of his birth
mind of a child was fed with hate and pain ,
Left in the dark shade , he was told to find his own name
The night found him instead , held his hand as the fear drained
Now they say he's the devil , who's the one to be blamed ?
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
My love u gone and i missing everyday no call no letter just the memorys i stored in side of my heart time gones ny and I cant believe you gone my tears i cry is only a few more of them can roll dwn my face i love u so much the moment i say u can be replace the time we spent cant be explain. I wish u was here to stop my heart from aching. U must fill my present. For it heavy. I wish i would relive the moment when. Act the way i did. call me.. Please call for u need me and i need u my heart is heavy thinking bout you it like i can reach your soul come back to me.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
The cast is ever changing, be it at Old Eli its ownself
Or various other institutions, most sans ivy,
Their distinguished here-and-gones
A touch short of presidents and laureates,
And certainly the songbook has changed
(Out with the Crosby and Waring,
In with the Cobain and the Stryper)
But certain verities, gnawing and implacable,
Remain unchanged, the inevitable realization
That, for all one's promise, all of our ilk
Have preceded us in our arrival, flush with pride and promise,
And made the odd ripple or two, perhaps,
Before shambling onward to other things
(Very rarely bigger and better, sadly enough)
And all those songs we sang and steins we hoisted
Have now been consigned to less fashionable quarters
In the anterooms of memory,
The melodies and laughter filtered, transformed, muted
The sound not unlike the slightly discomfiting bleatings
Of some distant barnyard animal.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
A petite girl who smelled of pine.
Not so long ago,
was jumpy at her own shadow.
Spent the whole day playing in the meadow.
Had a many with whom she felt like second self,
who would keep all her mischief to themself.
As the time passed,
all her mischieves were a past.
As Went through the growing process,
her friends grew less.
She grew to be a loner,
every corner called her as their owner.
Considered her closed ones as gones,
leaving her with the purposeless dawns.
With her thoughts weighing upon,
she begged for an amusement to clap on.
Negatives filled her head.
She painted her childhood on the empty canvas,
with her blood so red.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
Fresh cut, with the gangsta strut,
Ladies looking, saying what,
Who that is, looking like he giving the biz,
And I'm just a cool *** playa,
Can't knock the beat that's rocking, got em out of their seats, boppin' toppin',
Looking for my Mary to be Poppin, ain't no stopping, this smooth *** playa,
Yo baby let's get on, make love til we touch souls, in the horizon,
Let by gones be by bones, and I'm just vibing the song, like a playa,
That I am, that I am, says like Sam, match the slam, bring crowds of mayhem,
******* on the team, of nothing but true *** playas,
I keep it cold, like the phlegm in your throat, icy darts is what I wrote, not many can quote, a true lyricist, sticking this,
Pik style, the noble slayer, just a playa,
Everybody clap ya hands, fellas grab a girl, and just romance,
Save the last dance, play cool on ya chance,
And make moves like a...
Straighten it out, never chase the clout, really doe, real only for the dough,
Ya know, how it flows, straight ********
Only for the real ......
Ladies y'all know I'm just a....
All my families is just some....
Me and sons some...
Man this song is so....
And we out y'all
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 3:51 AM UTC