"kleptomaniac" poems
What has become of us
Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life
When did evolution condone us to regress into a state
Of uncalculated caucus
As we meander our way through the rapids of life
Rapid
Is hardly a best-fit descriptor
For we are past the point of speed
We mill around like headless horses
Buzzing bees
Stinging roaches
Fallen leaves
Roaring lions
Try to lead
But fail
Like cottons fighting breeze
Is this all we are?
Is this what we were made for?
To quickly climb the climb
And await the graceless fall
Parachutes prepared for praise
But our pride prevents and prevails
Till the day I climb the ladder
Shall I not attempt to see
What the view at the top might be like
I fear it enthralls me
But then reality strikes like a maddening blaze
And suddenly I see
That I'm well on my way up the hill
As I swing from bridge to bridge
Is this the way to live?
Uncautious steps with kleptomaniac ease
As we take what we desire
From our capitalistic divider
Though we hate to be the same
Not at all do we differ
Are we not all blinded mice
With a tetra-human vice
Spiders apt at spinning lies
Banking life on Friday highs
All around me boring beasts
Lost to whims, to say the least
What I fear most is the day
I give in and join the race
Is the day I eat my heart out
Just to enjoy the highest gaze
Till then here trapped in the zoo
Enclosure encasing truth
Finding fault with every human till the day I conform too
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
People die everyday,
Once they die for their sins they will pay.
Like actors in a play,
They leave the stage at the close of the day.
But what of the actors that stay,
The ones who's hair have turned gray?
The old ship captain forever watching over the bay?
The dog that eternally remains a stray?
What if they had conquered death,
By committing the ultimate theft?
By stealing life to prolong the woe,
Just by eating a fallen crow.
Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.
It gets better I assure you,
You don't even need to make a stew.
Who even knew,
That eating it raw will do?
Just find one on the ground,
In fact find a bunch and make a mound.
Luckily for us crows can be found,
All year round.
You know you want to conquer Death.
Come on you kleptomaniac, commit the theft.
Steal some life to prolong the woe,
Eat the ******* crow.
Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.
Eat a crow,
Eat a crow,
Eat a crow,
Conquer Death and eat a crow.
It worked for me,
It'll work for thee.
I am not as old as can be,
I am almost sixteen.
Haven't died yet,
So does that mean I've conquered Death?
I ate the crow,
How could I have said no?
Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
kleptomaniac wearing thin
boots of ice and maggot flesh,
young in mind and old in body,
young in mind and old in *****
old in mind and young in *****
-body.. no boddhisatva, just a
***** to the whistle. not so much
as if a choice, only something notified
on the newsfeed amongst a horde of
cleavage photographed by paid
professionals as breast-feeding has
no sex-appeal. whoever I think I am,
thank you.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
he walks by me
his scent lingering in the breeze
seeming so innocent--
oh so innocent--
in his faded jeans and white muscle tee.
the soundwaves fills with his voice
as he sings along
to the uncountable stares
prevailing in his presence.
our eyes never waver
as he fades out of our view.
but as we look back
at our unimportant,
insignificant,
unnoticeable selves,
all our chests had were gaping holes;
empty and desolate.
for he had cruelly,
but unintentionally --
out of fleeting impulse --
stolen our hearts.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
With audacious openness
Let me accept substantial lot of men folk
When it comes to efforts in love,
Most are misfortunate.
Every time they dare to built
Affiliative bonding for love
With beauties beheld
By their limited eyes
The invincible whirling spell
Of fortune’s fool
Beguile them forlornly
Down the social abyss of time,
I and my type not an exception to the club
Of the guys who swallowed misfortune
Like the dog of Theodore erotokorostos
Does to a piece of bone
In poetic obscurantism
Of the corruptible simple souls
Obtaining their pathetic lot from ***** and wine,
In the first trial I chanced on a neurotic peasant,
In the second trial I chanced on turn to be henpecked,
On the third trial I chanced on a beautiful paranoid,
My fourth trial chanced me a deadly stooge,
My fifth trial gave me the worst blow
As I forlornly chanced on the time’s public commoner,
My sixth trial makes me chicken
Had it not been poetic audacity
That makes me brave to chew in public
The lot of my misfortune as I recall
The bitter sweetness of chancing on
A beautiful epileptic kleptomaniac,
My tired trial in the waned efforts
Chanced me a lesbian with insignificant bisexuality,
O! I now tire off from misfortunes of love
With a last black chance on a neurotic money-maniac,
And this is the silent lot of men
In their usual efforts to fulfill their dreams of love.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Man,
there's a cold dark corner
in my room,
your voice calls
out when I'm curled up there
on the dank musty floor,
it speaks to me; I'm coming for you.
I hold to the
voiceful melody of your
softly
spoken sounds as you drown out
the drone of negativity
and the past men who lied
when they said
they'd always love me...
His'aholic.
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
eyes closed
hoping
you'll walk in, lift me onto your lap
cradled me in that protective way
only you're able to give me,
feel your fingers caress me.
Too many times I find
I walk in a stupor from the loving you gave.
Gosh it feels so long ago
and my needs wrecking my senses
once more can you do to me what you did last time,
just once more & I'll let it be.
I'm feigning...
My dystonia
is you- every time you come around
I get what I'll call
His'aholic,
uncontainable, uncontrollable
movements and twitches
twerking if need be, just to get
intoxicated one more time of off
you,
like the excitement a kleptomaniac gets
or the levels of high a shopaholic feels
my dopamine fired up every time
you do what you do to me
Him'aholic, His'aholic,
Your'aholic
my
infectiousness habits,
sweats & hot flashes-
Man
because of what you do,
mentally I'm gone,
once you take root in my veins,
in my lungs,
I forget all that's wrong with the world,
all those problems from my past
I no longer see any of those things.
It's a made up word,
less you count when
Kelly Price
used
Him'aholic for her album title.
Different meaning in
His'aholic, different in Your'aholic too,
but
that's a bit more personal and much more deep,
it a thing where
well forget I said anything
hehehe.
I make up my own words in referencing to anything about you.
Man,
I'm jonesing, longing and yearning
oh please oh please
note
the
oh please-
I'm begging you!
Your the unusual
"drug" addiction
I need to feed on,
You got me
craving, shamefully
shaking with it,
longing and in a dazed- hazy blur.
Because of you I'm a
mindless puppet, my strings
once connected to you
are torn.
The music doesn't sound right,
the dance ain't got he same
rhythm,
I feel sick when I can't have you
feel upside down,
when I ain't got my fix.
I got it bad & all I want is you
say what you want but just know
I got a illness
there's only one cure for
His'aholic
&
it's
you!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Mommys a glorified ******
With her 50 some year old married boyfriend
Favorite aunt is a stripper
Used to walk in on her shows
Daddy's a drug pusher
Gave me my fist high at 12
Granny's a kleptomaniac
Must be where I get it from
And it don't stop there
The show goes on
Drug addicts galore
To add plenty of drama
Then there's the snitch branch
Well to do Christians
My biological grandfather
Who says 14 is too old for his tastes
Plenty of violence
To keep things perked up
And everyone on their toes
Welcome, my friends, to the freak show.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’. The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying", "kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent" , "it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed porker of a Gumby ******* ***** monger Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
I GAVE YOU ALL I HAD TO GIVE, STILL YOU WANTED MORE
YOU STOLE THE VERY HEART RIGHT OUT OF ME.
I LIVED AND BREATHED AND DRESSED FOR YOU, AND EVEN UNDRESSED
FOR YOU. NOW, THERE'S JUST ONE THING YOU MUST DO
IT'S SO HARD TO ADMIT TO THIS MISTAKE
TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A ROYAL RAKE
AT TIMES YOU WERE SO VERY ODD
A VALENTINO, A MARQUIS DE SADE
I GOT CUT UP IN YOUR ONE-WAY GAME
I'VE GOT NO ONE ELSE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME
I'LL GET BACK AT YOU, SOMEDAY YOU'LL PAY
BUT FOR NOW I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT YOU'LL
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LOVE YOU TOOK FROM ME
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, MY HEART'S IN MISERY
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LIFE YOU TOOK FROM ME
IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO LIVE WITHOUT, WHAT YOU TOOK SO EASILY
YOURS IS THE KIND TO TAKE CONTROL
A THIEF OF LOVE WITHOUT A SOUL
RETURN MY HEART AND TAKE THESE BLUES
THERE'S NO USE KEEPING WHAT YOU CAN'T USE
I'VE KNOWN LOTS OF GUYS BUT YOU'RE UNIQUE
THE WAY YOU HYPNOTIZE AND YOUR MYSTIQUE
I FELL FOR YOUR SCENT, AN APHRODISIAC
BUT YOUR JUST A CLEVER KLEPTOMANIAC SO...
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LOVE YOU TOOK FROM ME
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, MY HEART'S IN MISERY
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LIFE YOU TOOK FROM ME
IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO LIVE WITHOUT, WHAT YOU TOOK SO EASILY
THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE THAT I COULD EVER DO WOULD BE TO
SIMPLY STAY AWAY FROM YOU, BUT I CAN'T AS LONG
AS YOU HAVE THAT DIVINE PART OF WHAT WAS ONCE MINE
SO I'M ASKING YOU PLEASE, JUST PUT IT BACK!
David John Clare ©In Perpetuity ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI
http://www.mynoisyplanet.com/davidjohnclare
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
every 28 days,
the human skin replenishes itself.
my hands are tired of building new homes
on top of old eviction letters.
I am aching for a body
that treats me like a cure,
and not the disease that needs it.
I live as a counterfeit version of myself;
I am a kleptomaniac who steals the breath
from people that would have found a use for it.
tell me how to refund
what I didn't buy.
my veins are a breeding ground for despondency,
my bones a shelter for malaise.
to try to be kind to myself
is to cauterize a wound
after the infection has already spread.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
the moment I met you,
stood in dismay,
found a lot of
beauty incomparable
to be thieved from you
I became a kleptomaniac
in an instance,
would you believe?
even if sounds fantastic
understand the compulsions
of my heart,
see how love turns and twists one
and changes beyond recognition.
stealing your heart
was a masterly heist
the peak of my expertise
that brought me face to face
with my newly acquired talent.
but with such ease
I could rob your glowing heart.
I can't contain my happiness
and got goose bumps all over.
and at last, I sneaked
in to this long corridor
leading to your soul,
to take away the best
you had in display, there.
and what did I see?
my own eyes-
in multiple images
looking at me intently.
Your adoration and trust,
humbles me and touch
so deep, it's incomparable
I stand here
disarmed,
in full surrender.
O
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:29 AM UTC
She won't let a thing pass her by,
Without wanting to have a touch.
To save herself she has to lie.
Daily she has a new catch,
Getting from others without asking,
More like trouble seeking.
But it seems her hands are out of control,
Her conscience no longer plays its role,
She's a slave to unsatisfaction,
She wants to have it all even without need.
Diagnosed but its no disease.
Her heart can be fixed and finally be at ease.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
yet another quiet reverie
precursor for a life forgotten
snatched away like the dreams I never had
of lush green valleys around the mansions,
fancying a meal of venison
in a clandestine shade of night
sparkling wine was a flavour of few,
lying awake at night
with a lover by my side
raucous laughter coming from all around
kind behaviour of the family makes you astound,
as a whole rather than a half
all together cherishing your art
lives were made and ruined in the night,
take it from an artist for losing everything in sight
a kleptomaniac of not just thoughts but words to boot,
fishing for inspiration while straightening my suit
scrambling for meaning even in the delusions,
living in denial rather than waking up from illusions.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 5:12 PM UTC
The Kleptomaniac sat in his stolen smoking jacket
Disregarding all the trifling troubles of the world
And plotting his next lofty move
The Urchin rolled down his window
And screamed his head off about Manifest Destiny
In the Sahara
The two met at the airport
A rift in fate
They were both subjected to a pat down search
The Urchin attempted to interject
The Kleptomaniac saw him as an irritant who should just keep his mouth shut, yet respected his bold brashness
The Urchin saw the Kleptomaniac as a person on the right track
Someone of substance
He wanted to simulate
Emulate
Imitate
Everything he was
They were both the biggest all star losers at their all time low winning at having the two longest losing streaks ever
Inglorious
They traded numbers
But never spoke again
Even though they knew the phone worked both ways
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
In the weirdest turn of events that day
As a cop toting guns and pepper spray
I gathered an urge to pen my first ode
In my lunch hour, before hitting the road
To sirens and light of my precinct's space
not a stanza wrote, yet my mind's apace
the pen's the problem; confidence recede
Pondered a visit to a friend, indeed
Thoughtful I'm moving, this old clue I'd act
on Brooklyn's pen thief; kleptomaniac
acquired from him, an ink dipping quill
of Huia birds, still boxed with its bill
Case solved; on the back of the bill it hints
"Dear Mayor, pen's for poems; lead's for thugs."
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
I want my friends back,
But the thief named
adulthood stole them
from me.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
(The malicious cycle revolves...)
It's a dog eat dog world.
Go for gold, or go broke with hands on the floor.
(Back against the wall...)
A feeble attempt to avoid the stab wounds.
Trustworthy is the enemy kept closest to you.
(No one left to trust...)
Moral sense tossed out the door into your face.
Backed by petty double standards.
The love in your heart shall be trampled.
No remorse in the wicked.
The disease lies within us all.
(Sociopath...)
It must be yours at all cost.
(Kleptomaniac...)
Hurting those who love the most.
(Vindictive...)
Your the kings and queens of a lost world.
(Narcissist...)
Keep your guard up.
In this world of lost hope.
It's hunt or be hunted...
Wipe the sweat from your brow.
(Keep you're wits about you.)
Be as ruthless as the rest of them.
(Do what they tell you to.)
And from the scars layed upon you're heart.
This cutthroat world will get the best of you.
If you don't stand your ground...
Go in swinging fists swole as rocks.
Drawing blood from blood.
Loved one knocked down in front of you.
All for you to reach the top.
(Getting everything you want!!!)
Human compassion dosent mean a thing.
In this malicious death match called life.
It's you against the world(so they say.)
From rags to riches(you lost you're soul.)
Along the way you think you're bold (ha ha ha ok!)
All you've done is dig your grave(lost you're way.)
Let's break our crooked blades.
And rebuild this place.
Learn to love on another once again.
Break away from out perpetual ways.
Love kindness and compassion.
Really do go a long way.
So let's start over.
Let love full everything we hate...
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Still raw from the drums
The purging of sound
You are an ulcered kleptomaniac
you can't fight such thrill-
The thrill of consuming
Theft
Thieving metaphorical hearts
Your words are howls
You're a dog burying it's bone without a care as to who it belongs
You steal and you destroy
And you leave the poor ashes as a final knife-
The fatal blow to their chests
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
I want you like hulla wants baloo,
like scared craves boo,
like the sky covets blue.
Like a pain thrives on ache,
like hail asks for compacted snowflakes,
like a creator seeks makes,
as a puddle dreams of lakes,
as a kleptomaniac reaches for takes,
as chilly buns call the bake;
I want you as wit wants woo,
you you
you,
tu whit tu whoo.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
A kleptomaniac was born,
His specialty was hearts
That he whisked away
In a real short time.
An oriental angel ascended,
Upon him she descended
In a way that changed
All of what was his.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
Mountain has been firmly fixed.
Its content were metallic mixed.
Its known to be
unshakable
to move it,no one is able.
But with determination,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
NECO is nicknamed trouble.
WAEC is its double.
It is impossible to come out with flying colours
in Maths and English,the saviours.
But with daily reading,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
Heaven is such a nice place.
With light lightening from God's face.
No sinner can enter there,even as sin rule us here.
But with faith and love,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
We are in a country.
Where people receive suffering from hungry.
Kleptomaniac hands steal with pistol.
Survival rate is so little.
But with honesty,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
Lust is common among boys
even with the brave and the coys.
Each desiring a girlfriend
that will put their life to end.
But with focus,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
why'd you go through all the trouble of stealing my heart,
if you were just going to add it to your pile of forgotten treasures?
{d.f.|04/24/18}
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC