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Matt Mar 2015
I made kodiak cakes this morning
On this beautiful Sunday morning

After I listened to the Gregorian chant of
The Benedictine Monks
Of Santo Domingo de Silos in Spain

Please enjoy some of my kodiak cakes Vicki
They are wholesome just like you
Yummm let's eat them together

Also there are some sliced apples
With a bit of Laura Scudders peanut butter too

These Kodiak cakes warm my heart
Just as your poems do
CK Baker Mar 2017
the walls of the inside passage
look the same from sound to straight
tugs and plugs dot the coastline
as the quartermaster rolls
giving time for evening glare  

pods are in sequence
as the high tail smashes and jaws at the krill
white bellies and sea cows bob and weave
as bow heads glide over haida gwaii  

northern lights dance
and tlingit chant
as the tide settles softly on savory shores
their getting hungry in hoonah
as the blue back and beating drums
mark the life blood of the sea  

driftwood nets
and sitka spruce
surround the cook house
ravens and tinhorns
man the scullery
kerosene lamps flicker
as clam shells roast
on open flames  

villagers stroll
on pebbled sand
in the harbor of souls
where ships set sail
on might and mass
into the steady winds
of the golden skies


ice fields (to the north)
of kryptonite blue
cutting hills at
a glacial pace
knuckle clouds
above the snowline
where warlocks
craft a hidden trade  

trappers, skinners
muscle shoals
grizzly feasts
in kodiak bowl
determined pilgrims
on a dead horse trail
in search of gold
the holy grail
The hunter’s bullet lodges in my side
like the pin bones of salmon wedged
in the back of my throat.

My life balances on the border
between my favorite comfort foods,
and the blade of the taxidermist.

You would make me into a trophy,
gutted and cured to become an ornament,
in your seasonal hunting cabin.

Raw honeycomb, Caribou marrow,
salmon roe stuck to my tongue,
psalms of my home made flesh,

call me back into my survival
instincts for my sleeping children.

She who outruns deer & devours
strong bucks with antlers the size of sequoias
could not outrun the champion sprinter,

American made bullets.

But when you realize your rumpus
disturbed wild things, there is no time to reload.
You brought a potluck into the den
of a slumbering mother with cubs.

My teeth are agonizingly real
And my jaws are in your belly,
rooting for the lost rib of Adam.
Nihl Jun 2013
From now on
there are no more excuses for you
not to become something great.
No more hesitation,
no more self-deception
and no more hiding from yourself.
If you can’t place trust within an oath to yourself,
then you are obsolete.
-
It may seem like wrestling a bear.
But the instant the kodiak lies slain at your feet,
armed with nothing but your bare hands.
You’ll know true metamorphosis,
true rebirth,
true strength
true power.
-
Grow strong,
or die with your face against the asphalt.
Fighters, fight.
I am Fenrir.
Born to destroy.
Give me darkness.
Give me that real sleep,
under blanket of oblivion.

N.H.
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2012
In Uganik Bay that year the sun never set
I walked the long greening path to the dock
fireweed taller than I shooting summer's sky
Warmth of sun bringing lazy lily's leaning
Little waves splashed breaking cerulean blue
I waited the mail plane, pontooned it flew
Lulling oceans smooth you landed
with eyes that sailed me far-off island stranded
next to you
Float plane to carry us edging mountains, snowy, jagged
Dall sheep, perched asleep precariously rocky hung
Kodiak bears forded rivers we circled streaming on
Deep black kettle ponds no man to touch
snowy patches amid viridian lush
frozen, not to melt
our treasured days of flying
We met again at Hatcher's pass
with hearts to break as fragile glass
a part of love undying
J M Baker Oct 2014
I remember the day you Murdered the Yucca plant.
How you glowered over the sharp shredded remains of leaves and center stalk, which had once succeeded such tremendously large blossoms of which I was so fond of as a child.
Such determination in your hazel brown eyes.
I remember the Fable of the Avocado Sprout and the Squirrel.
The Parable of the Blonde Boy and the Crabapple Tree.
The Romance of the Mosquito and the Fly.
And best of all.
The Demise of the Kodiak and the Lioness.
Written 10/13/2014
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
psilocybin and peyote
transport me to the spirit lands
where I commune
with father bear
mother eagle
and grandfather time embodied
as a Kodiak bear

They tell me of the past
and hint me the future
but mostly they tell me
of the now
and the pain
thoughts come to me like rain
memories form but not remembered

I awake, refreshed with new knowledge
that shapes my outlook and ideas
Sora May 2013
I am from blades,
from Monster and Kodiak.
I am from the twilight skies on my rooftop.
Angled, Dangerous.
echoing low noftes bellow in the valley where I lay in pieces.
I am from the petals of the Oriental Cherries,
the eroded shoreline
that once safe sanctuary turned
to the eye of the hurricane

I'm from locking myself away from the arguements and
decorating my sister's grave with withered roses,
from Danielle and Grant.
I'm from the rip tides of grief and regret that follows my father,
and the lonesome, aged embrace of my brother,
from everything happens for a reason and
just keep fighting and maybe we'll be alright.
I'm from scorched dreams
And they've kept me afloat long enough
for me to locate and touch down in the shallows.

I'm from Irish, obvioulsy more then tipsy grandparents,
maple syrup rolls and Kool-Aid packets.
From the unfortunate instability of my brother's mountain bike
the speckled, flexed "glass" skin that holds my grandmothers spirit.

Tangled amongst the stinging nettles
Searing away all my past regrets
My background shocks my ground
Raising my cracked, frayed spirits to my spot that's atop the rooftop,
Getting lost in the city of constellations
I come from uncertain outcomes and fatally close calls.
School assignment inspired by a song and memories.
Thanks to my best friend, it's only a close call, not the end.
Matt Feb 2015
Yes I'm looking for a female friend
Just a kind person to chat with
Women are so amazing
So kind and nurturing
So loving and compassionate
I have a few good friends but haven't been able to see them much

We could chat on gmail chat, or chat avenue
I love history and philosophy
I love golf and hiking

I enjoy practicing my putting
I hope you enjoy grapefruits like me
I usually almost always take my b vitamin
When we have them in the pantry

I love Kodiak Cakes
Whole grain wheat and whole grain oats
We can eat breakfast together
And then go on a hike together

I love you my friend I haven't met yet
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maxwell House jars
To punches traded for a planetary
Mars of all cleaved rock and desperation!!!

All sarcastic inspiration
Commemorates the deeding mobsters!!!

Hogger's mincing
Cahiers tinting
Grocery bag giveaways!!!

Make it tomorrow
Soldier
And thou might make it today!!!

Enjoy thy livings
Enjoy thy stay

For vacation is noones attire!!!!

Shelter in stormy lands
What is thy quilt?
Thou sheriff of sheen filth!!!!

Serene sessions
Cometh quickly and go,

Receiving to know one
In all and all in one!!!

Trigger fingers art ready to squeeze
Closer we gasp into the sun!!!

Earthly breeze
Middle earth ones!!!

How damning it is thou extorter....

Thou loiterer
Of pale grey cold nighted sweets!!!

Nose of fire
Deckage of wires
To fathomed Kodiak's
Of ink jets !!!

Wake up call hast finally sounded
Panther eye's wait to swindle!!!

Release knowledge
Release power of the toes
That fit in the sandal!!!
Matt Dec 2015
Human life
What's it all about

Eating, sleeping

Relaxing in the park

Maybe going on a hike today

I had Kodiak cakes yesterday
Had them today

I guess it would be nice
To go on a hike
With a woman

I'll go to the gym
Work out alone

After a certain time
I learned to just breathe
And relax

All of life
Is just one big vacation

Forget TGIF

Friday is the same
As Monday

It's all one
Big experiment

We are told
To crave
To one
To desire
And to strive

But there is absolutely
Nothing here

Listening to a podcast
Going to my job
Working out

It's really all
The same
Same empty program

And who would want
To live forever

Everything is falling
Falling away

Everything is decaying
Oh well

My body goes here
And then it goes there

I am a minimalist
It once occurred to me

That the world's
Most powerful nations
Will destroy the world
By beginning World War III

I heard someone say
Life is funny
It's just man
Repeating
The same mistakes
Over and over again

The human race
Won't change
Leaders will lead nations
Into war

The innocent population
Will suffer

Nothing new
I hope there is no
World War III
Misplacing all of the failed products. Longevity concerned, I care only for you. 

The oak's mortar cages new flowers. The cabin's perimeter gives death to fallen seeds. 

My eyes do not see. 

Before I speak, our campfire will host a bear's curiosity. 

With haste, flesh and bone become not. The smoke will linger. 

I press my ear to each pipe and listen to dreams of fortune and misfortune unabsolved. 

Pause. Witness the birth of my first love. 

My eyes peer too deep. The line frays. Precious ink is spilled in effort to scribe this Fate once again. 

The young doctor, eager to please, pulls my love too soon. My stillborn future. The ache grows strong. 

Torture is to be with one. Tasting my every conquest as needles, replaced with each new draught. 

Lost is the tunnel producing such ash. May its methods be forgotten. 

Your cage soothes my body. Temporal souvenir to our nights shared in sweat. 

Tell me you have a chance unspent. Love is never easy. Spending it in the backseats or in the inn, just tell me. 

It takes a captain to steer this ship. 

Avert your gaze to the husk of the Kodiak. Memory sparks conversation 'twixt us. 

Past deeds taint her innocence. But the blackness never darkens when devouring light. 

Enlightenment is nothing to speak of. Today is a peace. Close to battle my margin's leavings. 

My breakings of the law. A wizard's construct. 

My posture will retrieve your witness. Farewell my only sculpture. Veins misplaced. 

Our poles are pure. Adversity in his age. 

Separate from your image, fickle love. 

All of these words to confess the revation of my sight restored. I always hope you've stayed true. 

Perfect dream. Thieving silo. Joyous halo, how much stronger your ore will become. 

Challenges in the hammering. Perceive the bitings of the fingernails. A day left alone. 

Where am I these days? In a place far from worry. 

In the wilderness. Or the sequestered stables of the city. 

I may not speak again. 

With this closer feeling I stray towards a life of acquisition. 

Lead me my true love. 

Grant me decay and mercifully first, your poison.
Tragedy.
Jacob Rosenberg Aug 2018
Country roads and old trails
Skin and scars
Her body and her breath

Love letters and kodiak film

Ashy sunsets
White walls
Blue eyes

Joy from the lyrics of a heart song
Peace in the buzz of fresh air
Sleep in a touch

Why dream at all when you’re my favorite thought

Love divided among the few

Cherished by us two
Clocks is back, it's a flashback, memory for ya Kodiak, gods is back,
In the flesh, they laying a test, see the gases they let out, only the best,
Shots in the arm, tryna get us chipped and harm, it's the snake charm,
I know devils, come in the most beautiful form, eyes ahead of the storm,
Celebrity, ain't nothing but, trained monkeys entertained the lost society,
Why brothers like me, destined for the route of Kenndedy probably,
I need to be, cuz I done see to many, things past the light, of humanity,
All I get is images, of a baby, jesus holding thirty candles, from his cradle,
Saying I came to save you, from you, I'm thinking backwards,
What's really going on, I'm playing a book from Saw's will, eyes could ****,
Still blood on the seven hills, gold and silver coins to the crispy dollar bills,
Folks out here, living their lives, but many men short of wives,
See the purpose is too divide, men from women, women from men,
It's like we switching positions, headed back to where it all began,
Uh, psychos on rise, blunts to keep you high, frayed from reality skies,
Cant even question the whys, yall smoking synthetic, it's so pathetic,
And they dont even get it, I seen it all this is where it all, falls down,
Falls downs, times is ticking who yall gone listen, to these celebs??
Hmm they lost souls too, through and through, even the underground,
Still gettin records deals, its blood on the horns, just to get a meal, and still,
Everybody who claim they real, will be the first to get you killed,
See its flesh vs flesh, bones over bones, peep the rise of the clones,

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Drop mystical flavors, I came as the red cloaked savior, lost my behavior, cuz it's no more sanity, in these times to be,
We in the last millenial see, birth of the Gen Z, got em confused about equality,
Boomers tryna reclaim, they youth back now the silent generation, off the rack,
I see through the eyes, a devils bezel, I stopped climbing levels,
Only to find out, I was a rebel, like my folks back in those days, let freedom take me away me,
I been *******, since I came out my mother's belly, cell therapy,
Was already, planted in me, see I was supposed to die as a baby,
But somehow I fought to be free, and live in this ****** up society,
I'm thinking why me, so many, trails I blaze just see a sight of morning haze,
Hendrix purple flows, through my veins with the bandana,tied at my crown,
Seems like I'm getting around, standing around, in a circle,
Look upon the shadows, sights of enduring battles, souls over the flesh,
Flesh will always loose, to the pain that it accrues, wages paid for dues,
You know the story, it either ends peacefully or gory, I feel for poor deeds,
Mic bleeds, once I lay out my creeds, Hampton soldier indeed,
Chickens dont soar with eagles, I break laws like the paralegal they evil,
Repent for my own sins, i stand against government, I'm for the people,
Gathering around me in a circle, hands pressed together,
Performed under the stressful weather, go getter, I'm knocking stellar,
Funky fella, I am dont give a ****, this suckas wanna see me cram,
My emotions, against the cemetery coasting, as my ghost floating,
Above the breeze, now I'm in another dimension, twilight zone,
Still holding strong, lifts off the ****, found my self, alone in the battlezone,
I remember my hay days,
Grabbing a blunt,
Smoking under the sun rays,
My girl Sherry
Always had the mary,
Ready for me,
Plus she gave me the cherry,
Later to taste,
Sweet scent so heavenly,
But we was just babies,
Tryna a find a way maybe,
Copied our favorite celebrities,
Picked up the broom,
And started to dance like Mike,
It was a beautiful sight,
No verbal words, just love to fight,
Barry white made ya think, what ever happened to
Old school love?,
we kept it together, no matter the temperature of the weather,
Put the pride aside,
Now all love is blind side,
What happened to black love,
Wheres the arrows of hearts,
Shooting from the cherub,
And the homemade grubs,
And when it was peace at clubs, juke night, under colored lights,
We all having a ball,
Good dance, exchanged numbers then call,
Each other, over the rotary phones,
No answer machines just dial tones,
Ringing waiting for the right pitch to bring it,
Smooth talk,
Right back into the weekend, tryna get her soul weaken,
So i can get a slide in,
Slick Rick, with my adventure,
Art of story tellin, venture
Capture Kodiak moment,
Golden rope chains, yo i own it,
Only told as an exponent,
Old school vibes, yeah im on it ,

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