"juked" poems
I search for a brighter morrow...
In the horizon...
Tangible, but just out of reach...
I storm the beach...
Gunned down just before breach...
Scarred and tired from war...
Juked and torn...
I hold this cross...
Trying to keep the faith...
But my faith is in scorn
It doesn't matter how much I care...
When your decisions appear out of thin air.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
Illusion of illusion
Are you now in confusion?
What does this supposed to mean?
Why do they rhyme?
Does it spell the time?
Why is it centered?
What does it supposed to mean?
What does it hide?
Ambiguity or a plain ride?
Paperback bona fide?
Where is the lie?
Adventure or mystery
Mien or a hidden fight?
Strong or mild?
Does it circuit?
Loop, repeat or look,
A biscuit
Are you not too distracted with your life?
Satisfy my tongue
I will satisfy yours
Will it shock me in brilliance?
Cry me in defiance?
Or make me miserably dance?
What is to unlock?
Such a mock
What does it supposed to mean?
To confuse or clean?
Is it as thin as lean?
Or a skeleton underneath?
Lose your skin
Or increase your bid
Flute in tune as baby's breath
Words tangled in a wreath
As it lace on your neck
Too many to process
Too many to possess
Is there a way out in the unknown?
Pour me in your sensical honey
Dip in that money
What does it mean?
For you
Or are you just juked?
Send a nuke, fluke
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC