"hdtv" poems
Look at us,
The thirst for green is disgusting
We exploit the lands which aren't ours
We bury the children with so much potential in their eyes
So that we can make a buck or buy a cheaper HDTV
Why should a capitalist care
If a Brazilian child is dying in their mother's fragile arms,
It's one less mouth for the world to feed
And less food for them means more to feed our obese bellies
They say we have evolved so much in the past millennium
When in reality we are exactly the same but with new inventions
And more toys yet we still complain
It's always been about power
Yet the world is in a worse condition because equality is a non existent term
Just like freedom of speech
And the good guy of war
Don't you see what is going on?
Yet we prefer not to see because it is too depressing
Or doesn't affect our daily lives
Look at the inequalities of our own country
There are men women and children starving on the street
Our privileged leaders send those away who only wanted a chance
to fight for something that nobody should believe in.
Keep turning a blind eye and see where that leads you in your life
Because remember you aren't taking anything with you
Except your memories on the day in which you die
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC
in my mind,
i work at a third world convention,
bleeding saliva and avocado paint
behind a mule's *** like
seeking coverage was difficult
or something.
now it's past
the pillaging of painted americans,
valleys once rolled with corn and feather's weight,
but seized by nation's serious fathers.
the table creaks as sister
literally screams, "Grace!"
and the cotton tablecloth even
bows its head in poultry's spicy scent.
i said it was past,
un-remembered after a
murderer (more than)
antagonized another's HDTV
(bold, high, pronounces, and shrieks
more shivering-ly
than when a spider stepped on my toe).
now there are halos
beginning to blush,
vibratos crescendoing to
the last of leaf's sultry breath.
Noel was large-eyed,
carols twirling lighter than snow.
they made the Lord
wonderous, because o,
my baby king,
the manger was not a velvet cushion,
and neither will his
(or your)
days to come.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
Didn’t know,
there were so,
many people our there,
I thank you,
you’re welcome,
now we can drink,
incredibly perfect,
choice present,
5D HDTV
actions with intent,
hello,
it’s the man in the mirror again,
what does it mean does it mean anything,
just relax take a seat have a drink,
try some marzipan or better yet try again,
but wait what about marscopone,
catching the time watching it go by on the mirror clock,
“Are you okay,
you look a little tired.”,
“yeah I’m fine.”,
I reply,
never wanted to **** a man,
even if he had it coming,
and he did,
bring out the dogs and get the cats to quit complaining,
it’s raining cats and dogs,
open the box don’t wake up on your death bed with regrets,
I’ve killed men in service of my country,
God bless the USA stars and stripes promises and threats,
and I’d say there’s a conspiracy,
at least that’s my guess,
and I almost know what I’m doing here,
but I don’t quite know yet,
didn’t know,
there were so,
many people our there,
I thank you,
you’re welcome,
now we can drink…
∆ LaLux ∆
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
You see. My ribs are touching. The kitchen has nothing. The fridge empty to the point thoughts of my dog starting to tempt me. You eating like a king, got like four plates empty. Beef and stakes eating all healthy, chilling in your beach house, huge couch HDTV watching The NFL in HD listening to acy-breaky telling the cops you can't make me. I want a piece of the pie, can't get a break of this cake and we all know why. These snakes eat off of large estates, and feed off bigger plates, no matter what their eyes see, life is great, I just bless their soul, and wish them fate. They can lie to me, and say they love me, but I feel the hate. They say the understand me, but can't relate.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
why does love make me get territorial
where I have this need to own you
like I am a neanderthal
a club in hand I **** on my property my spot
have to warn others
mine!!!
Love should be beautifully shared not
another possesion a 60" latest gizmo
flat screen HDTV 3D bluetooth
internet capable
of which I am saving up for
or new big tires mudders
and manly wheels on
my pickup
shiny chrome ***** hanging from my trailer hitch
I digress
got needy again
important is
I am not that far away from being an ape
am I?
just crave
different bananas
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
before bedtime, i watched an internal struggle between heroes and villains
giving it all for kids who knew only violence and illusions of stardom.
demanding PG-14 bladejobs and figure-four leg locks on men who
i believed deserved hell for belittling men; underdogs that understood.
naive and juvenile eyes fixated between storylines of retribution and
conquering Goliath; the crowd going wild for victorious introverts.
aorta discharges aligning with near-falls and close finishes as
The Biggest Little Man manages to slide the shoulder up.
outbursts of frustration as villains i initially resented once again
conquer my favorite – reruns of Seinfeld, the clock yearning
ten-year-olds to head for bed. a new episode of cartoons to catch at 7am.
frustrations i would revisit and repair immediately
through a 40+ action figure extravaganza.
those moments on Friday nights, i remember most;
nights where i enter a space where bad guys can’t run.
a place where the scrawny little Asian boy can finally win.
every Friday, my father is the villain, and i’m the hero.
the one who finally pins him for a three count to bring him back home.
on nights where light and reality is no longer an issue;
imagination plastering false prophecies through a 50” HDTV.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC