"kickstart" poems
'Today, The Jay...'
I open my eyes to see its a new day.
Today, What's the day?
Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The only thing of which I'm certain
Is that its not a weekday.
So, What can I do today?
Without delay,
The first thing I do is get my tray
Light a blunt to take the pain away.
Inhale and exhale,
Through the passageways.
Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today.
I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day.
I push the sheets and pillows out the way
Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away.
Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today
What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay?
Maybe some rice and filet?
A little something to kickstart the day.
While the food preps, I go back to my tray.
I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay
With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day.
Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'.
I still want another hit of the Jay
The Jay,
Hits, Without delay.
Stays,
When everyone goes away.
Fades,
All the pain away.
My worries, It allays.
My happiness, it brings to the fray.
Keeps my mind, from going astray.
Literally, takes my breath away.
Causes, no form of decay
Keeps me, from getting 'ire'
Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay.
Just good vibes, all the way.
The love of the Jay;
Isn't just a single foray.
Its a constant exchange,
Everyday.
It's a feeling, that once attained,
Nothing, will ever take its place.
And there goes the tale of my day,
Spent with my true love, the Jay.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Alcohol you little devil
My BFF
You did it again
Snook up on me from across the room and flirted,
Unrepentantly
Woooooo! I ****** love you!
Love your pints, your halves, your cocktails,
I crave your sweet wine breath on mine,
I love, love, love you!
My mind is hazy, crazy!
We dance
*** Karaoke!
The special kebab with chilli sauce.
Haha, stumbling, falling into the taxi
Then...
I wake and you are gone and your taste is all that remains,
oh and the stains
On my blouse
and I wake beside another all too familiar friend
“Hangover from hell”
He laughs at me
OH JESUS! PLEASE STOP!
My head bangs from his taunts
I need paracetamol,
Coffee, double espresso
Kickstart me , reanimate me!
I wind my way to work looking like a car wreck
Just want this day to end...
But you have me, Alcohol you devil
My BFF
Will I see you tonight?
Same time, same place?
I’ll be there
Yeay!
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
*Some of my best friends are
The tiny grey cells in my head
For, without these tireless givers
I should sorely want*.....
For I've had.....
The power to recognise the nurturer
Who saved me countless times
Who sewed my confidence at valedictory
Gratitude to Mother...granting me first wings.
The help of a few friends with proffered lifts
Not many, but enough to light the way
Takes but one spark to lead the lost
Cannot discount the value of true goodwill.
The sweet taste of that first, deep love
Who showed the path to discovered delights
Easy mem'ries...looking back, but ****** ahead
Sighs painted on the ceiling in dreamy webs.
The awkward trip down that rabbit hole
Blue lady hanging pretty in the corner
Flies trapped flimsy, on some terylene
Many padlocks loom....to get gasping to you!
The chance to slough off onerous habits
Dive wholehearted into the universe's sea
Gaps to kickstart joy and spearhead cheer
Mentors pass the torch and believe in me!
Yes, some of my best friends are NOT seen
Most reliably spun inside this osseous shell
They answer things and help me find my truth
Thank heavens....selfless amity equals mercy.
S T, 29 June
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Once upon a time
This was known as "the river of many fish"
We are told this as children
like it's a fairytale
our parents, trying not to laugh
as they tell us of a time
long before their own
when this was the place to be
If you wanted to be somebody
you came to the town with the name you can't pronounce
and you could have your American Dream
Newly free men and women
arrived early and bright at our train station
their sleeves rolled up and heads held high
ready to kickstart their lives.
The gears of industry were turning here
in the land of wine and covered bridges.
Once upon a time
there was a trainwreck here
a lot of people lost their lives
even more lost their way
as time rusted over the wheels of progress
and our water
once so full of hope and prosperity
caught fire and burned for miles in all directions
scorching the water, and suffocating the fish
Today
this is "the river of much pollution"
We have always known it as such
A town were depression is both
a hereditary emotional and economic condition
Where pessimism is our only tradition
The train station no longer operates
The free man's grandchildren's children are up before the birds
trying to find a way to kickstart their high
chasing the American Delusion
"Ashtabula does not have a drug problem"
The police told a friend of mine
as her two year old daughter looked on curiously
at a strung out stranger who wandered into their home
and took their bathroom hostage for two hours
He shook uncontrollably
His eyes overflowing with emptiness
By the time the cops showed up, he was long gone
tossed back into the river
The fish in this water have nothing to lose
If evolution is true, we can sprout legs and lungs
crawl onto dry land and breathe
but the current prevents it here
It's hard to see the glass as half full
when you can't drink the water
I suppose we could drink the wine instead
and stumble inside of a bridge
seeking shelter from the toxic rain
Dec 20, 2009
Dec 20, 2009 at 4:10 PM UTC
Why be a writer when you can be a poet?
Why tell someone you love them when you can show it?
You can write all you want and you can say all you want, but it doesn't matter if you can't have a love affair with your piece.
So let's make love and not war and not desecrate the name of peace in the name of war.
The only wars that ought the be waged are those against those who oppress.
Sadly those who oppress control the press.
This world is in distress.I am a convoluted manically depressed hyperactive mess.
I may be a nobody but my words will have an impact.
An impact on those who made a pact to protect us,
They will cower in fear at the boy with blood on his paper and ink in his heart.
AND HOW DARE THEY SAY THAT MY POETRY SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED ART!
I say we kickstart the next beatnik generation...
And give these kids, some true... motivation.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
You confuse karate with love.
You punch, kick, and block.
You master the form,
Practice and practice.
You remember the creed.
Karate is not love.
You don’t kickstart the heart,
You can’t block love out,
Or punch it into submission.
I confuse love with poetry.
I read, write, and dream.
I master the edict of the pen,
Recite and recite.
I remember the sonnets.
Poetry is not love.
You don’t stanza the heart,
You can’t make a metaphor out of love,
Or personify it into breathing.
When will we learn?
When will you stop kicking Cupid?
When will I stop serenading him?
When will we stop this silly interpretation of love?
I don’t know,
But I’ll stop if you stop too.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
Stuck on this path
thats filled with deja vu
I cant seem to break free
to find something new
Over and over
the day repeats
file in
and take the same seat
The weekend
is my only reprieve
a little bit of time
for me to feel free
This forever present
monotony
feels like
my worst enemy
Each morning i awake
sick in bed
maybe its because
part of me is dead
I just need
a lively spark
to kickstart
my slowing heart
Im in need
of my drugs
challenge, adventure
and love
Going through
serious withdrawals
it feels like sickness
as the wilderness calls
Nature is
my holiest sanctum
where I go
in search of freedom
I need to go
get my fix
its built me up
brick
by
brick
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
A Kickstart in the morning
Coffee at midday
Latte in the afternoon
An evening soda
Caffeine running in my veins
Dripping from my brow
The scent of it in my nose
It is a being
Symbiotic to my self.
Believe it or not,
I hear it breathing inside,
Compressing my heart
Rhythmically to stay alive.
Without it I'd die.
Dependent but satisfied
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
how do you feel
lost and alone at the end of your dime
someplace on the road between the here and the now
out of smokes and outa luck
barefaced to the carnival of night
the day passes slowly into the vastness of the past
hungry eyes puddled with traces of regret
for all the places you've been and think you belong
for all the treasures of the past yet to be plundered
and all the sweetness to which your heart has succumb
convinced of the need to find a home
a place to breath easy
you take a few tentative steps to the road
in hopes of finding its easier than it seems
to kickstart your old bones
and write a new tale for you to sing
how do you feel down here at the end of your last dime
finger-licking good or foretastes of gloom
waiting here for the prize you know aint comin'
waiting here for the explanation you aint buyin'
thin and looking a little like a ghost
see you on the other side
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Put your head against mine
On Christmas morning
Just before the Alarm goes off
And your cats start marching
Up and down in your kitchen
And remember what it was like,
Of the way Snow used to come down
Outside where you used to live
Leaving that taxi taking us to my parents
Going up and down that hill
Like it was trying to tackle
A ski slope rather than a ride out,
In particular when I knocked off
All of the labels skidding down the road
Leaving us guessing all the way down
Whose present was who’s
Much to the amusement
Of both my father and brother,
And on the way back
When the taxi driver
Couldn’t get his taxi going again
And I had to help him
Push it back up the hill
In a attempt to get kickstart it,
Totally defying gravity
A lot like what your cats do
Every morning.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
*I love you
Even after everything that have happened
The feeling still refuses to die
And it doesn't change
No matter what I have tried...
I tried to hate you,
But it only made me cry.
I tried to speak ill about you,
But it only brought me pain in the end.
I have tried to forget you,
But everything around me
Reminds me of you.
Coffee, I can't drink
'Cause even that will kickstart the memories.
I have lost the will
To go to school
Because of the simple risk
That I might see you...
I wonder if hypnosis can help me
So I can forget
All the memories
That involves you
'Cause no matter what I do
Then I'm still in love with you...*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Call me twice
By phone to phone
Kickstart again
fill in the noise
Of cars and empty busses
Passing on through ***** streets
And solitude will give you truth
But extravertial dreams pass by
And The Words pass by
And the ticking clock stops
And the doubts will end
So Stay on the beat
But don't be a fool
Look down
Oh Look down
And turn east towards home
For as the crow flies
You're going on track
So don't loose your head
With heartbreak rhymes
Or by lonely walks
Or not showing up
Because you don't need it
None of it
All you need is to be you
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Funny.. How things just suddenly change..
Just feels like your life's been rearranged!
So now you're not sure what to do..!
Like you're someone else~just not you!
But the changes are actually not that bad.
Cause you found something like you never had..!
So this is what I'm feeling now..
I wanna keep you.. I just don't know~ How?!
You make me feel super good, I'm on cloud 9
When you're near~i know I'll be just fine!!
Its crazy when we're apart..
Then you come home~
And kickStart my heart!!
I do really miss you so very much..
Your smile, your kiss, and your Gentle Seductive Touch..!!
Not to sure if I've said this to you..?
But you're stunning~ and I hope all your dreams come True..!!
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
You and i
lets fry
watch our minds dissolve.
Edit reality
by thinking strategically
and using our will to form.
Just try to hold back
i know you want to react
to every chemical forged
By mens hands
working to find
the best ways
to kickstart the mind
and show us what were here for.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
A green chair in space,
Is out of its place,
Like the emerald button, haloed on you wall.
Why are you longing for
a Solid seat,
That gravity ‘cannot be beat’,
That you dare to face this heat.
When
You
Could be
free
Wheeling in space
Taking in
the
jumbled chaos all over
The place as
would a
Child on
A bouncy
Castle.
Your Garden is green,
So why press the button
And kickstart the process before
your eyes,
A process that had already begun.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
I'm restless and ****** off
but ****** off isn't even really right
because I'm not angry,
I'm just not remotely content.
Frustrated, but it's more than that
and I'm unable to put into words
the inability to fake more
enthusiasm or happiness.
I'm not ok with where I'm at
not just in life, but literally,
geographically.
I want to pick up and run,
run far away, fill up the tank
and drive until I'm on empty,
and I'm not sure if I'm referring to gas.
Where would I end up
and could I find some semblance
of an adventure there,
something to kickstart
me back to life.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
With a name like Ruth
You know she’s a babe
Kickstart her heart
And she’ll tear you apart
Old in spirit
Young in body
***** and dusty
A compact, unclean model
Buzz-box motor
Straight down a highway
She’s got sixty horse power
She’s bucking bronco wild
Guzzling gasoline
Rocks out to old school rock’n’roll
She’s a Saturday night special
With a hippie ***** stamp
Jealousy rips up the road
And now I’m in a rage
But it ain’t her fault
I’m just materialistic
Miniature but mighty,
I don’t take her lightly
And I don’t know if it’s likely,
But I want that Ruthie to be mine
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
my ***** heart is hungover
overdue for a kickstart
startled and *******
all for you,
all for you.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
I become fearful of thine own eyes,
Unsteadied by my own presence.
I condense myself into bite-sized portions.
Submitted to chronic hesitance.
My lips are chapped
From not speaking true.
My body lashed and badly bruised,
From a prison hardened by fear
Through the years, and still, ensues.
Mentally, physically, I feel so old,
Which transpires onto
This life I hold.
All the tales on aging I've been told,
Have come to rest inside these bones.
A chilled heart translates
Into dead air.
Kickstart your stagnation;
Take a dare!
Sometimes, you get caught up
Upon the banks, unaware.
Let your life of purpose flow,
You have just this one to see where it goes.
Pause and listen to the hum of your soul.
What do you want? Let it be so.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
A little thought just
might engage your brain , kickstart.
So capture it with a pen
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Call me twice
By phone to phone
Kickstart again
fill in the noise
Of cars and empty busses
Passing on through ***** streets
And solitude will give you truth
But extravertial dreams pass by
And The Words pass by
And the ticking clock stops
And the doubts will end
So Stay on the beat
But don't be a fool
Look down
Oh Look down
And turn east towards home
For as the crow flies
You're going on track
So don't loose your head
With heartbreak rhymes
Or by lonely walks
Or not showing up
Because you don't need it
None of it
All you need is to be you
--------------------------------
Then Answer me once
Without those bundled up words
A year's been far too long for this
For the secrets been spilled
The music's been stopped
All that remains is traffic and pain
And loneliness is no great friend
So force yourself to marry that fool
Do it just right
In a pristine church
To win some kind of forgotten duel
Make some empty plans
To catch up on friends
Remember your missing days?
You can count the past on ticking clocks
If have the time to spare
And do you look back?
With teary eyes
Or shorter breaths
Or great regrets
Do you stay awake at night
Wishing you had just been you?
Well strike yourself from the milk box signs
Because you know I certainly do
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Late one night between the streets
I met the man you don't want to meet
He had a smile and a backpack
Coming from nowhere with nowhere to go
At first I was afraid
There was no light in his eyes
But his voice was so hopeful
He was the loneliest man I'd ever met
They say we're all lonely here
That we all go out alone
And in the space between the words we know that death will ease our pain
But he was There, still thinking he was Here
He was looking for someone to take him home
Or some whiskey to warm his bones
He needed a touch to kickstart his heart
In the dark he told me I had a light that shone down the night
And smiled the saddest smile I'd ever seen
I wanted to give him everything
But you can't hold on to smoke
Or give gifts to the dust
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
This is our song
This is our story in our hearts
Reaching out to kickstart
Some strong fire in our minds
We just gotta keep our souls and spirits alive
Keeping something from you
No longer
And I hear a song within our hearts
I know it might be simple
But it’s somewhere to start
Look beyond the horizon
Into your bright glowing eyes
See something, See a spark ignite
Into a burning fire
A burning fire
When we used to dance
Felt like a trance
Now our song is over
and so is the romance
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:36 PM UTC
No hope found in the heartless boat,
Thinks it can't handle a little load
Waiting for a sign to make realise,
That it can slaughter that little goat
Some witness the potential in this toad,
Which couldn't see the big weapon float
Get thyself a little kickstart smoke,
Inversely which gets to heal the throat
Hath been long since been used,
Time to get that gun a reload
Just switched itself in that lazy mode,
Gotta get hasty on this $hitty road
© Faisal Amin
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC