"ignorable" poems
I can still hear your lisp
the way it covered every "r" you sounded
bare skin under mist, your eyes
matched your hair
the first, all blue raspberry stained lips
the second, pure spring sky
Never before, had I loved the rain,
as much as when we ran through it
we let the downpour soak our clothes
and congruent, thunder couldn't scare us
we felt naked, or I did,
but I didn't mind it
to be naked with you
was all that I wanted
Never before, had I looked at a girl,
and wanted to hold her, the way I held you
suddenly, the laws I believed in felt
paperclip thin, and completely untrue
it didn't take much strength
to twist every one of them
into a shapeless and easily
ignorable pile of waste
You knew the flags of every country
as if your allegiance was to the entire world
I wanted it to be to me
only
and I think I knew that it was,
but that doesn't mean
I didn't want you to say it
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
He kinetically arrived
with 1973.
Night is the longest day,
here come the warm jets,
served on a cold plate.
Play it back at half-speed
and you've got auditory wallpaper,
it must be as ignorable
as it is interesting.
His own world spins within a device:
cacophony of sound
mixed in a blender
and xeroxed;
a little snake guitar,
a little Leslie piano
— music to resign you
to the possibility of death.
Then came 1983
and beyond just him.
Tamper tantrum hotline,
amplifiers on the balcony,
secretly taping Edge
and Adam Clayton
on a 4th of July.
The numbered streets
and desert rain
add soul to this heartland,
it's the gospel truth
he wiped the deck clean.
(sort of and maybe).
His device spins within its own world:
manageable hums,
danceable drones,
welded into night;
daytime variations
held together
no better (and no worse)
than a cloud.
Then there's sfumato:
music without lines or borders,
in the manner of smoke
— theatrical fog
— a different kind of blue.
Densely layered,
so impossible to track,
this being lost in
the magnetic hush
of airports and
other strange kiosks,
it all falls into a creative lull.
Guess it's time for
Oblique Strategies...
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 1:43 PM UTC
Your hypocritical mind is un-ignorable
I’m below it holding light towards it
I don’t want it growing or rainbow-ing out of your body
Find it please, its making me cringe
Be rid of it
Don’t look down on others
Or bellow their flaws
Laughing at them won’t reattach your lost pride
Doing as they did to you will not conquer
Fight your ever oozing, flowing, growing sickening **** of forgets
Remember things you say
Don’t mock or pout at others who say the same things
Think of how you shouldn’t do as inferiors do
But do not highlight your superior-ism
Not that you even are
And you’re blind of the fact you’re conceited
You would only deny it if told
Your immaturity is spiking up through my back
And cutting me—slicing me open
But I don’t want the blood to drip in your eyes
I don’t want you to realize through the liquid of mine
But realize through somebody else
I can’t break it to you
The ice you’ve frozen is too thick for me to melt
And you need to crack it yourself
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 10:31 AM UTC
In chains trying to make change
Arrange for a plane to far away plains
In vain he hopes to stand
On his two feet but love, he cannot believe. So much pressure he bought it no receipt. I got these white collars stressing me, telling me, wear your tie pick up your feet, please, my ancestors didn't fight to see, me, 36 floors up fashion hanging me, from the metaphorical tree. No they won't see me groveling on my knees. I'm a proud black man dyeing to be, free, and its funny cause we all dyeing to be, something, and time don't cease and we just micro-living in peace, or pain, or plain vanilla.
(Columbus day)
In a noose finding proof
Board a boat to a faraway moat
Round we go, at least he's afloat
In a sea of uncertainty,
certainly, he can handle what he see's
But what about what he feels
I don't know what's worse.
The loss or the hurt.
I see the day as the end of natural earth.
Borders crossed never to be returned.
The order was established I'm still fellin the aftershock. They mock my art, mock my creativity, try to mock the essence of me. But in a sense its good, I guess, allowing free expression to get this stress off my chest. Blessed I feel every day to know I aint got to go. The box that surrounds me is just metaphorical. Even the rules in place are deplorable, meanin ignorable. If it don't help it hurt and the new jim crow need some work. But as long as I can escape it, as long as I can break out the box, as long as I can stand on two feet, the oppressor will never catch me on my knees in a noose or fighting to get loose. My mind is already liberated, my education has focused my hatred, and I realized they the ones that need the savin.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
Find conviction in your answer
And hold it forever
To hold you together
Through the bad weather
That seems to go on forever
Never getting any better
Never wantin' to become a trend setter
I'd rather avoid a subplot endeavor
A standard cease and desist letter
An awkward deliverer
Of an ignorable order
Internal by nature
From a habitual quitter
©2025
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
The rumbling of our urges clattered
as voices would sound
arguing to one another.
But there we were,
standing in silence.
Using only the blacks of our eyes
to send the messages back and forth.
The ****** discourse is ignorable,
is incontrovertibly uncontrollable,
but not solely forthright.
Sometimes I really believe what Im saying.
Its not necessarily the tone that matters.
What matters is the outcome
and it can sometimes lead to just that.
Like peanut butter jelly,
with a baseball bat.
Or the soft, round belly
of a blind black cat.
Didn’t I tell you in my last life?
Glass is as hard and see through
as my plans and my will.
But tell Neo I’ll take the blue pill.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
By your witch we're considered deplorable;
but we love our new king. He's adorable.
We have learned, from your spite,
that your souls are not right
and your media truly ignorable.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
You are, to me, like a spider.
When I move I can feel
your web tighten around me.
I am, to you, like a puppet,
You push, pull,
and I react.
You are, to others, nothing special,
Another face in the crowd,
A print in the sand.
You are, to me, blinding,
Startling and magic.
My vision dances when I look away.
I am, to you,
Expendable.
Unfortunate.
Ignorable.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
*My love! How sweet, how prosperous!
He lives within my heart~!
Nurtures, Oh, He cherishes –
Oh, never shall we part!
Though I may beauty and elegance lack,
My heart strung with sorrow’s strings,
My love, His soul does sing for me –
In perfect melody~!
And I do love, with all my heart,
With fiber, mind, and soul,
My perfect man, Oh, man of dreams –
My sweetest dreams unfold.
His flaws are seamless, seams are flawless –
Imperfections perfect –
My darkness His light, His bright my sun –
My blight, His love confesses none –
All this, except for only one.
A single state which rattles my commitment,
A flaw which overlooking may not come.
Bastardly, it prevents my love’s fulfilment.
Though He should love me in all my ignorance –
My shame, and clumsy arrogance –
That I should question Him is deplorable –
Yet, Oh, this flaw, it’s un-ignorable!
For He is a dream, Oh, not to be!
In my mind it’s Him I see, but –
Among the living, out in the world,
He does not exist but in my words.
What sorrow indeed, sweet imaginings bring!
His rose-petal scent – His eyes blue and green –
His mystical magical magnificence –
A figment of my imagination.
In what cruel world do I live where no one accepts?
His love so extensive, mine potent, and yet –
Because He is fake, in only my mind,
My love is doomed, empty, lonely, and blind?
My love feels so real; I weep and I laugh,
My emotions run rampant for Him, and still yet –
Is it not real? Only a lie?
A lie which is felt – but still not alive?
My love, it is real, but fake just alike.*
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
There’s this grief
simmering underneath.
Steady and ignorable,
or - boiling and unmistakable.
There’s no going back
but the grief is there.
Tangled grief for two -
husband lost long ago,
and a love that brought me to life.
Grief for my innocent self
that slammed up hard against his
mental illness —
and lost.
I know
the actions I take now
will frame life going forward.
It’s just that, sometimes,
relief from the grief
is so tempting.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
I am not a number
I am not a cypher.
I am a real live person
Not a hypothetical one.
I am part of a portion
Of the total population
Not an ignorable thing
Only fit for eliminating
If it suits a demographic,
Budgeted body politic;
Something looked upon
As something better gone.
By some venal banker,
Number crunching ******
I matter.
Please remember I’m real
And the turning of the wheel
Might make you a rich man
But your carefully worded plan
Might crush me underneath.
Is this what you bequeath
To the society that bore you?
Is it the proper thing to do?
I am not a figure, a jot.
A squiggle on a page, not
Some negotiable loss
Decided upon by a boss
Who wants a higher bonus
Jettisoning an onus
Foisted on him by liberals.
My problems are not literal,
They are real and due
To be looked through
For a way to be humane
In matters mundane,
And not as profitable.
Don’t be despicable.
I matter.
Please remember I’m real
And the turning of the wheel
Might make you a rich man
But your carefully worded plan
Might crush me underneath.
Is this what you bequeath
To the society that bore you?
Is it the proper thing to do?
Talk to your accountants
And see what the amount is
To do things for fiscal gain
Without causing people pain.
There has to be a way
We can all have our day;
Our place in the sun
Things good for one
That are also good for all
And don’t cause a fall
In the economy and health
For those without wealth.
If the rich lose big gains
They will still eat again,
But the poor just may not
With what little they’ve got.
I matter.
Please remember I’m real
And the turning of the wheel
Might make you a rich man
But your carefully worded plan
Might crush me underneath.
Is this what you bequeath
To the society that bore you?
Is it the proper thing to do?
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
It’s all internal now.
You’re in a room.
No door,
no windows—
just four tall,
white walls.
The walls shake uncontrollably,
as if the earth were coming to an end.
What’s happening?
"Walls,
stop shaking,"
you say.
"That’s enough."
You wonder if you’ve ever had any control over the walls at all;
they don’t seem to listen to you.
Shortly,
everything will come tumbling down,
and you can’t do anything about it.
You sit and wait.
Suddenly,
through the nonexistent cracks in the walls,
waves come crashing
over your head and
down to your feet.
If a spark were to touch the water right now,
the room would instantly turn to ashes—
or so it feels.
You close your eyes,
hoping for an escape.
Yet you still know where all the water is,
simply by following the un-ignorable surge
that is felt across your entire body with each ever-growing hit of a wave.
Where are you?
Why don’t the walls break already?
And why aren’t you dead yet?
You open your eyes again
as you jolt awake in the middle of the night.
Your heart is pounding and your hands are trembling.
The beginning of the waves—
you’ve felt them.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
We travelled sunny Manhattan, my family and I
On the top of a double decker, to see what scrapes the sky
The bus saw it all, Times Square, Empire State,
Broadway, Wall Street, Central Park, it was great!
When we drove by the office buildings, I saw a large set of stairs
It was beautifully vast with a refreshing air
Dozens of suited workers were scattered about
Some sat there to rest, some went up, some went down…
There was one man who sat there and really drew my eye
When I looked the time slowed and I wasn’t sure why
He was generically handsome in a way that was vague
And was contently unrolling his brown paper bag
In a dress-shirt and tie, his blazer set aside
He sat, eating a sandwich with a surreal air of pride
Unlike your average stressed out business man
He was at ease with himself, sandwich in hand
As the moment had passed our bus travelled on
And just like that, the young man was gone
We finished the tour and returned to our hotel
We relaxed in our room and gabbed and shared tell
Of our thoughts of the tour we had taken that day
“One thing I noticed,” I heard my mom say
(I could already tell what she was about to relay)
“was this man in a suit who made quite a display,
eating lunch on some stairs, I kept looking his way”
I could hardly believe it, that she saw him too
I expressed in excitement, that I totally knew
Precisely the man she was talking about
“I saw him too!” I heard my dad and bro shout
We all laughed in surprise that of all the people we saw
To that very same man, we all had been drawn
What was it about him that made him stand out so much?
He was only a man just enjoying his lunch
He just seemed so content and at peace with himself
His aura made it clear of his internal wealth
What was it that set such a grand vibe in motion?
Perhaps he had just been handed out a promotion
It could be that his un-ignorable gleam
Was the personification of the Manhattan dream
Or maybe he was just basking in the warm sunny day
Whatever it was, we all felt his array
I wonder if that moment when we looked from the bus
Was as important to him as it had been to us
I can’t help but feel like it must have been
Cause whatever he was feeling drew all eyes to him
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
It seems unsolvable
Completely
Improbable
An equation
With no answer
They tell me to add pounds
But they add more doubt
Subtract self-hate
But all I do
Is lose myself in the problem
Beauty standards?
I’m on the bottom
I’m a fraction
Denominated by ideals of
Perfection
Numerated by my
Own demons
Like pi
I’m irrational
However I am not infinite
Only temporary
Average me out
Calorie count
Weight in pounds
Calculate the BMI
But
My
Inverse
Operation
Can’t be ignorable
Trying to find a semblance
Of self control
Factor it out
Solve for x
What piece
Of the puzzle
Did they forget
When they wrote my
Problem
Keep subtracting
I’m shrinking
Prime number
Divide me
By my own weight
Half of a person
Less than the other
Negative exponent
In a positive
Expression
Graph it out
Linear equation
You don’t need
A computer
To see the
Decrease in
Motivation
3D?
More like 2 dimensions
Paper thin with
Pencil markings
Multiple choice?
More like multiple guess
Balance the scale
Life is a short answer question
Sum it up
In a few words
It’s the beauty equation
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
At best...
Im a stranger
Im a danger
to everyone around
At best...
I'm nothing
I'm no one
I blend in with the crowd
At best...
I speak to you
I inspire you
Can you hear the sound
Of hooves on the ground
Of horses back's bound
Of screaming in homes
As a vagrant roams
To find his next meal
Imagine how he feels
Hungry
Loneley
Lost
Invisible
Ignorable
Aside he is tossed
At the end of my life
I'll have won no real fights
I'll have given up my rights
And I'll turn off my lights
to die like the rest
Because thats who i am...at best
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
fidgeting is my specialty
if there was an Olympic competition for anxiously
biting nails to the bone,
I would take the gold.
my biggest fears revolve around
other humans;
talking on the phone is like piloting
a fighter plane towards the city
and you know it is proven
you will crash into a skyscraper
with a hundred different daycare centers
within its walls.
I know that's a terrible thing
but now you know how I feel.
I have this disability,
the ever-present feeling of fear
radiating from my core to my tips.
Its un-ignorable,
i can't wait to wake up one day
and not remember what it is like
to want to go back to bed and hide.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC