"hazardly" poems
a poem for the perturbed
partially peeved
marginally miffed
indirectly disturbed
not for those in love
not for loss or for longing
not for the haughty highbrow
half hazardly happy saps
that drown you in their
dizzily delerious
words about joy and wonder
this poem is for the average joe
joe sixpac joe normal
kicked back, laid back
ignoble informal
working class
pain in the ***
foul mouthed, burnout
college drop out
that doesn't have two
sweet words to rub together
this poem is for me
and you... if you want it.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
The silence between the abomination of your voice
Speaks it all, says it all
And it’s all been said before
By better minds and better tongues
In better ways than I could ever describe
I’ve heard the words that you spill so hazardly
From your dry rotted lips
Flapping and gumming opinions
Like your opinions are the only opinions that matter
You should go into politics
And spread your misinformation to the masses
Regurgitate all the those old aphorisms
Into new phrases and praises
Your mind spills uselessness
Coagulating on the floor like spilled milk
I don’t want to know what’s on your mind
I won’t want to listen to you butcher the air anymore
With the putrid smell of your lexis
Watching your scathing irritability rise and decay
Like your chopping on thick slices of grade A meat
I don’t want to know what it is that you see
I don’t want to hear you flail your jaw anymore
I want to be the one to be there when you bleed
I just want this to be over
Your conversation skills are lacking
And you should quit while you’re ahead
But then you would have never said a word
Never would have opened your mouth
And never would have had the chance to end up dead
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
I left and lept
into fires deranged and
deranged I found the flames
refused me
I was anxious for acceptance
beside visions of smoke
and dream
ships that would crawl
like antlers
like crowns sleeping heavily
upon vagrant kings
I throw myself to hazard
and hazardly grow
into abject places
Is such a sacred time forbidden to me?
Why does the song sing so short
for the words fail as rain does
when evicted bitterly from the clouds
heavily I wail my eyes and arms
distraught there is
less art
less violence
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
I slander and belittled the Truth
Join the crowd that stones the
Saint uknown. I do what I would
Not. Love not when I would love.
I am not in control. How can it be
That I am losing my soul. Lord,
Make me good again as I know
That I am as I choose to be.
It is not the wrecklessness of this
False freedom that I seek; to be
The crazed actor who thinks it
Virtuosity to strut and fret hap-
Hazardly to every random cue.
But to be true . Hear the noble
Call to yield to Heaven' Truth
That beckons me to all that is
Good, and True. Oh God of
Mercy restore my soul I will
Obey. Oh God of grace hear
My cry while yet I profane thee
Know that I am not proud but
Dying except thou Claim me.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
To be or not to be I wonder why
I live so hard that I cannot cry
Coveting cuts across her wrist
Open wounds remind us we still exist
Silky red ribbons run like dark waters
Bloodshot eyes to match the liquid
Seeing her sitting in squalor I shiver
Life’s lonely punch line left to deliver
Bottle of pills placed half hazardly on the sink
Razor blades falling in and I think
The stench used to be sickly sweet
Now rotting flesh makes a nauseating stink
Mouth that I cannot stand to look at
Eyes so ghastly I refuse look back
All we get is just this one try
To be or not to be to live or die
To falter or to fly and dream of lights in suicide
Leaving loved ones far behind
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC