"gound" poems
This stoney patch
of impenetrable gound
our relationship
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:31 AM UTC
Can't you feel it in my heart that I'm burning,
Got bit by a zombie and man, I'm ******* turning.
Would I end up as ugly as before-
They say beauty is inside
So, If I peel my skin-
I'll be prettier than before.
Man, I don't know,
They seem pretty gross to me.
I mean,
I'm no racist,
But I know you'll get me-
When you see one running around,
They are everywhere, man-
On the roofs and on the gound.
I saw a man once being caught,
Only his middle finger was ever found.
I saw some drown tough,
It was very funny.
I guess, they haven't learned to swim yet-
But there are just too many,
Of them-
Running naked on the streets,
Going after every piece of living thing,
Alive or dead,
Man, it's something you can never forget,
It's crazy out there, man-
And if you haven't seen that ****
You won't understand.
Even the dogs are infected for some weird reason,
Hollywood got that one right,
Yes, indeed.
There are zombie dogs for real.
Zombie dogs
Oh my god-
So ******* cool, man,
They chase around the slow ones on the street,
It's fun to watch,
Only one or two usually gets caught.
But it's also very trying,
I've lost so much weight, man.
I now look like that bale guy,
Who was batman,
Remember,
In that joker film,
It's him,
I saw his movie where he is so so thin.
Forget that,
I mean it's different than I thought,
It's like being in a war,
A real war.
Now I feel how those people felt, who were living in a war,
And I never gave **** about 'em all,
We speak tall, man-
But we left them to crawl.
Whatever-
So, I'm feeling strange,
Not Like the strange strange,
You say when you say-
You're feeling strange,
It's a little different,
Strange.
But I'm about to die anyway,
So what the heck-
I'm gonna run the horse one last time,
Hey, it's not a crime.
I also don't like blood,
Man, that **** scares me.
And the government is gone,
So nobody is there to care for me.
It's horrible-
And not even Hollywood bad.
It's way more nasty, man
They don't tell you that stuff in the movies, man.
Horrible sight of filth and naked, ragged bodies,
Covered in dirt and blood-
Chewing on a finger of somebody.
They pop those like a candy man,
I mean, a long juicy meaty stick of meat,
Oh, ****
I think I'm becoming one of them, I have to leave,
If you find me-
Shoot me in the head,
And if I bite you,
Don't be mad.
They also **** man.
It's kinda' sad.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
FLYING
Step through the door of sky
full of curiosity, seeking
something precious beyond earth,
an ephemeral world of amazement.
The wind’s voice shouts a warning--
you’re absent from reality,
for world is a mix of weight
and lightness for wings
useless in one atmosphere
are alive in another.
Take the humming bird,
nature’s helicopter,
or the crane, fragile
on the gound yet
infallible energy
in the air, or the
butterfly filling earth
and sky with colored gloss.
When the great, joyful recklessness
of flying returns to celebration
of the world, something of the wild,
perfect air remains, if just for one
moment.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 3:35 AM UTC
Excuse me, where is LionAir ?
Sorry, wrong terminal.
But, to be fair,
It's not far.
Down the escalator
turn left
see the sign.
Up the elevator
turn right
You will be fine.
I Was not !
No crossing the yellow line !
Excuse me, ? LionAir ?
Sure, follow the footprints on the gound
about 5 miles to walk about
you will be there in no time at all.
I Was not !
The footprints ended in a wall.
LionAir ? I ask,
Yeah, follow the guy in a yellow vest
he is heading there too.
he Was not !
The dude diverted to a Portaloo.
Where is the Lion ****** Air ?
Follow the crowd ?
Arrive en masse ?
Nope !
They got on the bus.
Oops, what's this ?
LionAir !
No sign, no footprints, no line
But, I'm finally there !
The name has been changed to protect the innocent. Me.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
The broken ***** bent at bar,
cleverly hiding her emotional scars.
The Kind man looked very lonley.
Patiently waiting for love,
If only.. If only..
He sat stool next to her right,
Say's "Hello" to overcome his fright.
Eyes turned purple by bar light.
She owns him with miniscule might.
Her actions were made from pure spight.
Pulls his hand between her thighs,
***** shouldn't be this tight.
This is it! Invited her home that night.
Sold with lines of..
"Your cute"
...."Just looking for Miss.Right".
His heart warms to be glad.
How long can one woman stay mad?
Enabled him to want to be a Dad.
They kiss,
they touch.
He surrenders his emotional crutch.
Mentally he screams "THANK YOU MUCH!"
She gets to the ground,
pumps him up so they can pound.
He moans the "Ahhhh" sound.
Works him to the point of nut.
She makes sure his door is shut.
Pretending to be a ****
For you see!
Her life was getting ****** by guys.
Who only saw her as a pair of thighs.
The lack of connection made her cry.
She gave up on love after a lifetime of tries.
Men who ****** her and left her alone.
For she didn't realize all she did was give dogs bones.
After a million men she was smashed to stone.
Until one man promised her the world.
His love made her feel as innocent as a little girl.
Eventually the man got bored and gave ***** another whirl.
It left her broken and dead.
So she sought revenge in bed,
and cut off **** during head.
She pulled out scissors and chopped.
She loved doing it right before men popped.
Bush now stained red.. **** dropped.
**** on the gound... his heart stopped.
Put his member in her purse.
Walk around with a ken doll curse.
He cried and screamed.
For love is never what it seems!
Her ****** was the man being broken.
Pain breeds pain, token by token.
***** is never the word to be spoken.
She had been hurt, so she went on to hurt.
What could be worse?
As the pain we feel being the human curse.
The versed cant be reversed.
Just try to heal.
Don't just poke her,
buy her a meal.
For love is something we all deserve to feel.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:44 AM UTC
_
I am a flower
except my roots and
stems have been plucked
and my roots drowned
beneath my tears
until You positioned
the sun above the
gound from which I grew
and my leaves grew
from Your love.
I'll always be Your flower
_
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
I woke today
the bones did ache
No aspin
for my shakes
So I cut a hole
to let the sunshine in
The flowers fake
Someone unknown
made the window
shatter . . . break
Still the moon just laughs
on and on
Take my words
do your best
The cockroaches
own this place
I'm the boric acid
here now have a taste
The wheels roll round
they hum a sound
Please hold
these memories
As I dig deeper
this black soil gound
Slap my face
break my arms
Petty now are
your charms
Still I will not connect
to your weary harm
The great green gate
The red alley way
The moment I doubted you
Will I now reboot today's
Graves
On top the hill
Black soil ground
dig me down
dig me down
dig me down
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
I am as old as mankind
I am as wizened as Yew
I am the pulp and the rind
I am the seedling that grew
I am the sweeping Starling
I am the albatross
I am the bard who sings
I am the Lord on the cross
I am the balloon on the wind
I am the sun's ruby fire
I am the treasure animals find
I am the ancient lyre
I am the undulating ocean
I am the magick of sound
I am the forest's motion
I am the roots in the gound
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
Incoming rockets
Falling
Down
Down
Down
To the US Army Barracks
Where they
Pound
Pound
Pound
And the people scared and screaming
From the
Sound
Sound
Sound
Of the
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Are running
Round
Round
Round
Some people started yelling
HIT THE
GOUND!
GROUND!
GROUND!
But for some it was too late
They looked like
Cheap
Ground
Round
We answered in like kind
And bombed the
Town
Town
Town
Until the smoke had cleared
And bodies could be
Found
Found
Found
When the fight was over
They gave the
All
Clear
Sound
So we all went back to bed
So we could
Lay
Back
Down
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
Lost in a dream of endless beauty,
my body disappears in the tall soft grass.
It tickles my skin as it blows in the breeze.
My hair billows out like a red wild flower.
I am part of this place.
I belong here.
This field is mine.
Above me the sky stretches on without stop.
Dotted with puffy cartoon like clouds.
The sun bathes my skin with warm kisses,
setting my hazel-green eyes ablaze.
Everything breathes innocence.
A new beginning is in the air.
I try to soak up the feeling.
Underneath my back the earth shakes with life.
I can feel the snakes writhe, the rabbits hop. I can
feel the bug world teeming with activity. I can feel
new shoots of grass breaking through gound.
My body may leave this heaven,
but I never will.
I will rest forever here.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
I lost my head at gound zero.
I am near “the Pile.” Too near…
Planes gone astray. This was not meant to be or was it?
Water is close, I smell it. My keen sense of wonder and longing.
I wish I was a carrot but nature determined my fate.
A man looked down at me and said I was ugly.
He pulled but I resisted.
My sister has half her head. She wears it proudly.
People will notice her for sure. She might get water.
Someone just might step on her.
I am rotting and rancid. I may beyond hope.
I need water. To be a wetted nymph.
**** you, keep those trucks away.
A flat stump has little chance to survive.
Another man hunched over me and vomited.
That was not nourishment. Why are drunks here at “the Pile?’
Just pieces of flesh and slashes of clothing and twisted metal.
Nobody wants to feed me. Water!
God can see everything. Happiness!
A good New York rain!
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 7:25 AM UTC
Some hearts are left on the gound,
in pieces, to get stomped on.
That includes mine.
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
Come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
You know it's not.
But do they need to?
No.
Fake your smile.
Hide your eyes.
Stay strong.
I know you feel like crying.
Don't.
I know you feel like breaking.
Don't.
That's what they want.
Can't you see?
But of course you can't.
Your vision's blurred
By those tears.
Those tears
That weren't supposed to fall
From your lifeless eyes.
But they did.
Now what?
You can't stop, can you?
I told you.
Don't.
But you didn't listen.
And now look where you are.
On the ground.
Crying.
On the gound.
Broken.
On the ground.
Defeated.
But that's not you.
So come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 10:20 AM UTC
It's cold.
A fog creeps along
The gound at my feet.
It's dark and I'm afraid.
There's no one here
to guide me home.
Where is it?
What is it that I'm
looking for?
Who can help me?
Wait, what is that?
A light! It travels closer!
It's bright with welcome,
He holds out his hand
to help me home.
It's him, the one, the man
I've been waiting for.
I gladly take his hand in mine.
His hand is warm
Against my cold palm.
He is the light in my darkness.
So bright and shining
with love.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Life changes fast.
You may think,
Youve reached the end of the story.
But little did you know
A new book comes out,
Adding more to the elaborate plot.
You may think,
Where you stand is forever,
But one minute your on the gound,
And the next your paramount.
Three hours.
Three hours is how fast,
The rollercoaster I'm on goes.
And hes the conductor.
And when i finially thought ,
I have gained control,
I go through a loop,
And my mind is twisted.
I don't understand,
The feelings you have.
And you need to understand,
You don't know mine.
If you could only see,
How desparatley ive been trying,
How much I've been shuned,
What I went throught.
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
You can make a conclusion.
Talk to me.
Just talk.
Why don't we talk.
If your just as confused as i am,
If everything i thought,
My wildest dreams,
Are in fact today true,
Why does your face show a different story?
Can you change at the drop of a hat?
Like i can.
Can you change if you read my book?
Have you tried?
I know there was electricity,
That i thought was dead.
Maybe theres a spark left.
But the one who i trust most
Cut our conection.
Can we fix it?
Thats what i want-
thats what i NEED
to know.
You have loved ,
As i have loved you.
Can we go back?
Why are you,
Broken too?
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
A rose grew from a crack in the ground.
Do you know how difficult that can be.?
There was no other flower , no dirt ,nor any grass only cold concrete all around.
A rose came up from the ground ,not watered or cared for at all .
For a rose to grow heAlthy
and tall ,out from a crack in the ground, and not have been stepped on!! Has to be a very speacial one !!!!
For a rose to grow from a crack in the gound......
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I love you to the moon and back,
I love you even I'm out of track,
I love you that you're my luck,
My love will never lack.
The beat of my very heart,
"Pound and pound and pound."
Faster it gets my ****
When I get near your gound.
You are beautiful,
From inside to outside.
Your charm so cheerful,
I pray...YOU BE MY BRIDE.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
Black rooms
In a lack of light
Lined by walls
Of clogged up pipes
Echoes and sound waves
Black water pouring on the gound
A sludge filled man-made cave
With still stench in its airways
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
I feel the breeze
touching cells
beneath clothes.
I feel my steps
gound with
earths surface.
I feel heart
open aligning
in the now.
I sing for the
gift of
being alive.
And with gratitude
for the journey
of my soul.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
You see a sea that is dead, but underneath
The depths of the ground in which we are buried
The heights of the sky in which we dream
You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting
You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath
Lightning and Thunder rage deep
The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly
washing away the seacastly foundation of our being
Passover the dead as they were nothing
Lean on the understanding in your wanting
Not seeing that all is yours already
The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
My muscles do not pull my bones
You do, your fist clenched around my arm
Your mouth curved into a grimace
I will forever fall asleep to "come here *****
My nerves do not feel my touch
All they feel
Is the dirt under your fingers
While you touch my freckle
Ignoring my obvious discomfort
And ask me if I have a boyfriend
My skin crawls without my approval
When you call me a beautiful lady
And ask what you can do for me
Or whether my boyfriend is willing to share
My eyes don't look at faces anymore
They stare at the gound
Because I am afraid
Afraid that you'll walk over and sit down
Next to me in a cafe and refuse to leave
Afraid that you'll follow me the five blocks
Home to my apartment
Afraid you'll slide into the seat next to mine on the bus
And run your hand up my thigh
Like you did to one of my friends.
Afraid you'll slip ambien into my drink
While I dance at your party.
And so I look down and watch and wait and
Listen for you in everything I do and I can confidently say
My body is not mine anymore.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC