"kareoke" poems
When the first words out of his mouth was
"Sup *****
I knew a certain few things
1. He was not getting laid tonight.
2. None of us in this room know why he's the party leader,
All glancing at each other in awe
nodding like a hive mind chanting
yes, this man is in fact an *******
no, i don't know how he rose to power
yes, he did just call us *****
3. I could think of a million one liners that would earn me way more respect up front than that.
I don't know what I was expecting
walking into this basement
Maybe some small fame
The same small fame I get from getting on a stage for slam poetry
or being cast in a reality T.v. show
Or singing kareoke at my local bar.
Maybe for the free pizza
We've all been there.
And yes, maybe it was for the revenge.
the campaign slogan you stamped
recruitment posters with.
Join the evil league of evil!
Launch revenge against the modern heroes of today!
But when I sit down in this small fold up metal lawn chair,
in what is presumably his moms basement
Behind a projecter (also probablly his moms)
Next to captain nose bleed
And princess ********
I already don't have a whole lot of faith in his agenda
So when his opening line
Was "Sup *****
Like that is some sort of impressive villanous monolouge peared down into one and a half words.
I lost any ounce of faith I had in this cult.
And decided to Usurp this "Party Leader".
Now you might be asking:
Why?
Why would you want to be the head of the evil league of evil?
Founded in this pre pubescent boys moms basement
Whos only followers so far seem to be captain nosebleed,
and princess ********
Well
clearly
You don't understand.
Captain nosebleed is already under the thumb of princess ********
I mean lets be real without princess ********
We're three dudes in a basement
Pretending to be super villans.
And you've been known to be pretty charming.
But in your friends evil lair.
Sorry
Moms basement.
You start to evaluate your situation
Gotta make a descision.
Are you fighting for Revenge,
or the small fame?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
He can't please them all
But he really tries
The late and the great at 10.55
We started at 8 where were you then
Fit you in? Joking again
But he gets to sing his favourites first
From 8 to 830 when no one is there
Then later when drunk the wallflowers appear
Hi Mr DJ give us a kiss
If seen once, seen thousands of times
Too many shots and a glint in their eye
Hungry for the man with the voice and the Mic
But disappointed again they are
For when the nights done, off he will run
Till next time he shouts those beckoning words
"Its Kareoke "...to be fair.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
it terms of orchestration, wiring latin to english using the latins' alphabet, and advocating a different movement of the knight to the queen in placement, biased on the chequers given the |, it might be that in latin the grammatician would say postponed words were designated the categorisation of adjective if trafficked purely on the right... but in english interpretation of latin, with the surviving alphabet... and the missing burnt out eyes of balthazar seeing written hebrew like king chalres iii seeing cyryllic... what if... what if in terms of | alice decided, through the mirror, that adjectives became nouns and nouns took on the noumenon form of being omni-grammatical in terms of allowances of usage to trans / to transverse?
this is how sophistry happens on the “sly:”
the crusades... eh eh eh... em em em...i i i i...
such eloquence for the proper elocutions
before the world actually revolved...
it’s called the onomatopoeia of thought...
it should sound like it’s scripted...
but it’s not scripted...
instead it’s a scarred thought that might have
sounded an octave above the mezzo;
well... at least both of us sung the song...
whatever medium was discriminated at less
whether that be kareoke
(the japanese word for mime) or poetry;
anyway... i learned to stutter and think of
toes like twinkle twikle litter star... how i wonder
what you could articulate with einstein cracking the nursery rhyme
for an equation that dazzled everyone
in the symphonium of ceaceless ahs and sighs
before red october
revolved into the futures of the november
revolution of '89 /
grey november they called it...
they gave us treaties for the autobahn in colour...
and it turned out to mingle the echo black and the voiced
white... in a medium that only desired quies genesis.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Guess who's going away
It will only be for four days
One for each broken heart
Every time I fell apart
It's a Friday night
And you're out again for some cool jazz fun
When you jump up
You feel so dizzy and you're queasy and its just not so fun
You want to order
But you can't afford
A single thing
And yet you're living
On a boat
You're afloat
Its a Saturday morning
And you went swimming
The fresh sea breeze is enjoying
The kareoke bars is ringing
Its the lively night
That keeps you alive
It's refreshing and you know it's right
I'm smiling at the busy deck with lights
You want to order
But you can't afford
A single thing
And yet you're living
On a boat
You're afloat
You want to party
But you dont have
Anything
And yet you're living
On a boat
You're sinking now
There is no time to congratulate
Its time to rejuvenate
Forget about your wrinkle worries
Coz its time you just keep living
Playing with water
Only drowns you further
Sitting quietly
Keeps you sleepy
You don't know a thing
But yet you're living...
You want to order
But you can't afford...
All the time you dont have
A single thing
But here you are
And yet you're living
Like a queen
On a boat
You're not drowning
You're afloat, afloat
You want to party
For all those crying times
But you dont have
The tears to cry
Anything
Matters except him, her, them
And yet you're living
Yeah, yeah, yeah, living
On a boat
But you know you're feeling like...
And its time...to...get...off
Otherwise you'll fall...
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
You know we've met before right?
Yes just making sure you remembered me.
I've seen you at the skate park, and psych fest
I offered you molly
and that party
I can't stop looking in your eyes
It's the only way to look at you
everything else just goes away
the rest of the picture is gone
while in your eyes a glowing soul
like the green numbers in the matrix
You take shots of whiskey, no problem
not like an alcoholic but
why am I surprised
kareoke in a dark lit ivory hall
then we danced
I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole world
even gay men agreed
at the bar round 2 you mentioned an uber
the way you said it, the look in her eyes, glowing again
I was so in love with the moment I let the chance slip by
thought nothing of getting out of here with you
being anywhere is enough
now here i am, and everything is just isn't as good
nothing really does
trying to remember what my point in life was before that night
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Comfort in voices
friends in special places in my heart
filled with contentedness and life.
Admiring each others' vulnerability
made strong with liquid confidence
smiling and kareoke
love and Love
together
friends who are a safety net
to capture our darkest days and
release them into the sea.
Smile because we are here
in the present.
Laughing full of joy
at peace with our selves and the world.
A
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC