"gos" poems
GOS'POZHO! NE GO'VORYA' BALGARSKI
(Madame! I Don’t Speak Bulgarian!)
( for Onelia )
I stand outside
your world
all voiced & unvoiced
consonants
(& yes I know voiced consonants can become voiceless
but only in certain positions.)
‘mislya...’pisha
(to think...to write)
It’s all Cyrillic
to me.
Only able to enjoy the shape of it!
б
There is an O
with a scarf billowing
over its right shoulder
that really is a b.
(Reminds me of Isadora Duncan driving to her death
her scarf getting caught in the wheel.)
A capital Ɓ that is a v
(Oh yeah? Yeah!)
A large З that looks like a pair of *******
looking down from above from the side.
(And Lord save us
it’s...a z!)
An X that’s a h!
(I see...I see!)
Ф
An apple being cut in two
by a knife
once again
looking down from above
...that’s an f.
(Yes? Yes!)
Something that could be
a starburst
Ж
(zh...zh...zh)
Such a treasure!
Or a strong man
clasping two ladies by the waist
swooning to him in a tango
one on either side.
An Я
looking the wrong way
(Ya? Ya!)
И
Two capital I’s
hanging out together
with the I (i...i...i) on the right
with its hand on the left one’s ***
(naughty vowel...naughty vowel)
Й
And an other two I’s
up to the same shenanigans
but with half a halo over their heads
as if they only wanted to be half good!
Maybe one day
I’ll learn
A little Bulgarian
(dogo’dina... dogo’dina)
((next year...next year))
But right now
it’s all
pictures
to me
that dash across
my imagination.
Stra’hotna ‘roklya!
Iz’ghezhdash prek rasno!
(Fabulous dress!)
(You look great!)
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
What is are friends? Friends are people who will listen to your problems.
Friends are people who will stand beside you through thick and thin. Friends are people that you can cry on their shoulder. Friends are people
to hang out with and have fun with. Friends are the best things that can happen to you. Friends are the people that will always be there for you.
This gos to the ones that has gone on to RIP like my mother-in-law (Bonnie) WE MISS YOU WE LOVE YOU
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
what is that aura in the air as i see her gaze i don't know what is in her mind.
As one crumbles one succeeds into the realms of reality i won't do anything i just want to be somewhat knowing what gos on in her mind.
I do not intend on walking alone but the auras around me i realize the attempts i made in the past are mistakes.
the mistake of not taking risks but a risk has a chance of failure why take a risk
Why does one jump off ladders why does one ****
Well you never know what aura one being carry's.
I will not fail no more i be here for a shot at being with one sweet kind gentle being
I just want to know your mysterious aura first so i do not make a mistake that may finish me off.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
like the snow flakes that fall from heaven above
each flake is unique just like each time we fall in love
it starts out as something small that gos undetected
while it grows more visible but not enough to be protected
floating on the wind it begins to take its beautiful form
when it reaches you it may go unoticed, or may comsume you like a storm
you can handle it, though making it last will be the true test of your will
with something so delicate and fragil maintianing it takes great care and skill
so when you finally have love so much like a snow flake in the palm of your hand
take the time to inspect and see it for all it's beauty and I think you'll understand
slowly as it melts and fades away from your view
these things were not meant to last and theres not much we can do
nothing so wonderful will last forever even if we hold on tight
so enjoy the moment no matter if it last weeks, days or just one night
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 1:42 AM UTC
in the microwave the popcorn gos pop its jumps it lumps it don't wanna stop its life is full of high high jumps and excitement it fluffs up its main entertainment it gets a little brown and keeps going up and down its really going to town the microwave gos off and starts to freak out and it starts screaming get it out get it out its finally done all fluffy and flaky the life of popcorn its really quite tasty.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
You breath in
And wonder why
But the question dosent stop there
It gos on to how
When and were
You look back and realize
What a mess your really in
You take a deep breath
And thro your self on the floor
Trying to look for a way out
But there isent one
Because you were thron into this
So now the q is why r u so restricted
If it wasen your fault to begin with
And you keep on going tryen to be normal
For the sake of evry one around
But thin one day
You just give up
And don't know what to do anymore
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Yea im frustrated my minded jaded
Faded
From this atmosphere here me clear
They dont care about us
Even wont shed a tear
The lords presence is here
Along with Satan killing around the world
Are blatant
All hail here we go again innocent see the jail cell 0 well
We try to unite as a people
But its too many sheeps
Followin' a ecumenical cathedral
Lies spread through the congregation
Segregation puts us in elimination
Of the system listen
Lets break the spell before its toolate
Im tryna hit yo pate til ya retaliate
For Gods sake
We loosin' rich mans war
N the only people who suffer are the poor
Closed caskets of soldiers tisket a tasket
Lifes drastic
I once see me in a plastic
Wish i could free yo pain
All ya have to do isopen yo brain!!!!!
Now that collected war metals
I still keep my hands of the metal pistol
Quick to bust
Cant put any trust
In anyone son so ill be reigning
Til the break of dawn
Son of a lost assassins
Prophecy was led to be a phony
N the new century
Its a true conspiracy
But peeps despiseme say im crazy
Its dismissive
Buts once the trigger gos
It another dead person in the studio
Or news show
6 o clock early news or late news
People dying every second every hour
Im seeing growing power
The worlds going sour
As a stale chip check the government clip
Ammunition from.the commission
Police state yea the demons are in celebration its a evil coliation
But i move pass the madness
Through meditation no medication
For my mind cant corrupt my soul
Every day im growing old bold
Whites hair appearing on my beard
Wisdom is near prudent eyes
Look in the skies open my mind
To sunshine and rain
Feedin' knowledge to my brain
Soul food nigguh!!!
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
7 years
Feels like 7 days
Everything you want to remember
Fades
Everything you want to lose
Stays
Not all memories come back
And niether do days
there were good days and bad days
Time won and time waste
Time slow and time haste
There was love won
And love lost
Sacrifies with and without a cost
Things gained and things lost
But in the most
The world never stops
It stands up
Sits down
Turns around
And then hops
All the clothes that you wore on a special day
Never mattered anyway
The books mattered a lot
Hope gos a long way
Faith even longer
The power that my mother had
Made me even stronger
So don't be mad or have sorrow
If I'm not here tomorrow
Because love made me stronger
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
i want to live in a nunnery
and devote my life to something i will never understand.
at least i can just accept that i will never understand god
instead of trying to continually make sense of the world.
i envy those whose lives are one whole volume -
unabridged, and yet
still manage to fit from one cover to the other.
while the rest of us, full of breaks and pauses
and multiple volumes
that are either too tragic to print,
or too convoluted to put into words in the first place.
my life is a series of stops and gos,
of commas and semicolons.
infiltrated by question marks,
interspersed with the rare exclamation mark.
i'm just waiting for that full stop,
that 'the end' inked in your sweat that i
will never taste the salt of again.
i am tired of false starts,
of sputtering gas that fuel embers
and never really catch fire.
god only knows how many times i have burned
while trying to put out flames
that were never hot enough
to keep us going.
there are so many question marks and empty spaces in this world
that i wonder if they are ever meant to be filled.
the more i think about them, the more i am convinced
that they're not.
and i find that it doesn't matter,
because i'll never be whole myself.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Am when my heart beats
I feel your hands on my chest
I realized ,
I could only be you and me just as the wind kiss the sea
I wander around my room looking for a beautiful creation to heal my pain's
Still found not
But I could still hear my name above my head.. Calling me towards your hands
Then I knew my life is. Moving train on a Hugh speed on steel line
I undoubtedly.
No matter ,how I tried but it could not stop as its gos to the hill top
Where my soul walk'th With the heart beat of your name
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
The snow fell a little late
we're both primates
let's get a little warmer while we jirate
at this rate, I'm a pirate
plundering a briney wet shipwreck
paycheck
set it on fire
the doctor gos next
cold again legs up, you know best
but god you're so gorgeous
we're at it again
doc walks in
gives a look like
"well now i know what brought you in"
count back from ten
it goes in,
the needle
not my friend.
well it might have been
count back from ten
3
2
thoughts storm in, it's bran
oatmeal
pop a pill again
you pop the pill again
I pop the pill again
You stop bleedin
I stop bleedin'
we stop feedin' our clocks
silence the tick tock
with rocks
I start bleedin'
you start bleedin'
we see him again
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
(H)ostile towards those that you envy
(A)ntagonistic, oh, yes there are plenty
(T)oxic like poison is, What you are
(E)gos are so high that you can reach the stars
(R)efusing to be Happy, feeling so blue
(S)pitefulness is showing all over you
B.R.
Date: 5/17/2025
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
What is quality of life
Without substance ?
Why break your chains
And flee your cage
To keep on rotting beside
Monsters of a different kind
They're scraping out
What soft parts
I've got left
And I'm aware
My sense is leaving me
Feel it pulling away
Like a string
tangled up in both ribs
Why be that courageous
By taking that step
Just to rescind back into hiding
I built up barracks,
Turned off tears,
And carried my armor
On my hip
every second
Of every day
I won't even attempt
To listen
To my own advice
If you were to ask me
How I think one should act
I'd preach how vital
It is to be raw
and vulnerable
Because it is beautiful thing
I admit it
I'm a cliche'
Who uses complacency as a shield
Instead of becoming the hero
She wants to be
The one who
gos all in,
no protection,
no hesitation,
But all passion,
And all chest
I know that my power
Is most likely stuck
Under a pile
Of child-like
character defects
I think I'm finally ready
To dig through my mess
Keep on
Searching the Earth
For assets
I could use
To better my human
Do not forget,
That you should
Always be watching
for the knowledge
That unlocks
life's secrets
Remember that time
I escaped an inferno?
Covered in blisters and burns
...It was unnerving
Eternal pain
That day I learned
Each seconds is pertinent
If I comply like a blind sheep
I'll miss the miracle
Happen that's in front of me
Im refusing
To be
A cog
That wants
To be caught
In the machine
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 12:10 PM UTC