"lags" poems
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Besides the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
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A smile because the nights are short!
And every morning brings such pleasure
Of sweet ********** harmless sport:
Love that makes and finds its treasure;
Love, treasure without measure.
A sigh because the days are long!
Long, long these days that pass in sighing,
A burden saddens every song:
While time lags which should be flying,
We live who would be dying.
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Efforts run a trickling stream and Good Intentions leap a head, Dedication fights the hardy fight
Lackadaisical rides the flow. Respite comes up fare, Desire strives ever forward, only few will
Make the race, but Doing lags behind. Effort holds up, slowing a tiny bit the end not yet in sight
Good Intentions has already died, Dedication surges toward the finish.
The finish line is not so far, Lacky fell off quick, Respite finds one or two, Desire is crawling, Effort
Is right behind, Dedication takes the easy way out. Doing is plodding, trudging up the hill, but, picks
Up Desire before it falls...Effort is gone, some laugh, laugh at the race, but winning is None the Less
with Doing and Desire right along.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
I've faced my most terrifying fears
and let go of people I held dear
escaped in the brink of death
conquered sleep paralysis
rejected every stupid existing fad
left my ghosts from the past
passed my worst subjects and
passed everything
But I couldn't seem to handle
A SLOW INTERNET CONNECTION
I tell my problem
the operators just roll their eyes
more than a thousand peso every month
and freaking 1mbp/s everytime
I've never tasted the quick internet connection
but you can't say that this is okay
until you watch live stream online
Slow internet...
The lan is tough ahead
the rules of survival lags
the PC hangs
Can't you give us the quality we deserve
also no, to the Telepad
they're being greedy and they know it
Everyone thinks i'm just impatient
Just cause it's true
doesn't mean that it's right
so sit down on the desk
and open that PC
let me show you what it's like
to use a computer with
A SLOW INTERNET CONNECTION
the Youtube has never gave me a video with 720p
downloading movies takes forever to take
and the facebooks works like ****
but it goes fats when I restart
ain't nobody got time for that
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
What will it be like
when I first see you in december
how will it feel to touch you again?
will I touch you again?
will it ever be the same?
Our lives will have changed so much over these couple months apart
will the sound of my name still leave your lips in a rose hued haze?
or will it fall flat only to be realized a moment too late?
When will the sadness end?
waiting staring at the clock tick tick tock
it keeps going non stop tick tock tick tick
yet gets slower every time I look back
tick tock tick
A month can go by in an instant
but the thoughts of you are slower than time can comprehend
so it maliciously stops and lags and makes me think of you incessantly
and never lets it end
until it does
But not for long
not longer than a couple quick moments because time doesn't make sense
it never has with you
and now it's proving its point
Well I don't need any **** points to be proven
let me sleep or I'll die of desperation
let me sleep let me sleep!
but time's not that kind
you deserve this it says
you deserve this for falling in love
So I deserve this.
I deserve this massacring of mind
because I fell for you
But I can't stop thinking
what will it be like?
to see you to touch you to feel you
how will you respond?
The night that special night
in my bed
the last time we saw each other
before we both left
that magical night
words were spoken bodies were touched
but none of the words mattered
none of them could make sense of our emotions
nothing came close
no sounds could describe what we were feeling
So we lied there on my bed and you slipped your fingers
inside me
and you showed me stories instead of told me
and you showed me my body
and you opened my soul
and you took out my bruised heart
and you held it so tightly
and you whispered to it
it's alright
everything will be alright
the bruises will heal far sooner than you think
and some won't
and that's ok
because I love you
And that's how I accepted it
our parting
because you whispered into my heart
into my soul
my body
that
you loved me
you still do
and I do too.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
Grimly smiling
At this leg of the race how'd you think I got it made
Done had me some power but never got paid
I volunteered my hours while being mentally slayed
Brain slashed so I lashed out by never sleeping though life always layed me out
Knocked down, ears ringing
Is this my calling?
To stand up taller, am I meant to be a crawler?
I'm not a zombie, I'm just hurt
That you'd think I can't escape the fate set on me, I don't live in hell but I feel burnt
I don't watch burnt movies on the disc though, wouldn't fit in at the disco
I stream em online, I want to get fit but I'm too busy waiting for the video to load
Then the **** thing lags, maybe it's a sign
To use my legs and get buffer
But I didn't brace myself to be cast in this role
Done capped my knees durability and out came my knee cap
Then people finally noticed that I was hurt, but it wasn't my limb they should've been concerned about
But I'm not here to pout, hell I'm getting help
I'm just here to say
When you're ready to give up
Life hits you even harder
To remind you that you're tougher than any doubt you've ever had
You can handle more than even a hurt body, brain, or mind
You ain't dead till you die
You ain't high till you fly
You ain't ahead until you try
It's a lot like rugby, even when the magic rug be out of reach
You can still be a-lad-in joy
There's something about dodging and taking hits that's enthralling
Chaos is beauty
If you don't just let it be but let yourself succeed
A little sweat and blood to get the lead
In the rain wet and loud, passions what I bleed
And obstacles are what my slightly enlarged heart pumps, what it beats
But sometimes I'm choking on led
My lungs are the weapon that gave me a shot, and onlookers say "You're rhymes have no pattern B, so the way you write things is awk, see?
How's this for an ox-c *****
I'm suffocating on oxygen
Asthma attack at nine months old didn't stop me, a close call they said
But more like a call received
Because looking back now I know my purpose
Is to breathe
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
I take from the rich
And I give
To the richer
Grow
Money trees
And then watch the world wither
I've slithered
In gardens of green
Dripping red
With a purity hood
Draping over my head
I have poisoned the fountain
Of youth
To retain
My control of this endless
Monopoly game
As my capital gains
A skyscraper a day
To the skyrocket
Stock market
Locke's do I pray
Upon all to be blessed
With lavish excess
But succession of kings
My investment ******
To breed wealthier nations
Uncommon in man
Through unhealthier rations'
Invisible Hand
Do I muppet the mouths
And harp on the heartstrings
As I tug on the chains
Of the slaves
Freedom rings
And that fat lady sings
All she wants
I will cling
To this power
With eagle-lied,
Vulturous talons
Devour
The will
And then **** the bills,
Billing blood that I spill
With impunity
Robbery,
Poverty
Property
I am the law
There is no order stopping me
No cherry topping me
No global powers’
High towers
Are topping me
No master forces endorsed
Are out-shopping me
Spending spree
On the lost souls
Now to bending knee
Fall
And enthrall in the terror
Of my urban sprawl
Making maggots of masses'
Automaton dreams
Into my gilded ages'
New pyramid schemes
You can call me a liar
Truth is
No concern
To the one who reigns fire
With oil to burn
Down upon the deniers
Until they all learn
I'll recruit body bags
To preach life to the choir
And when the screen lags
Train these dogs to play dead,
Lay their own on a wire
In so doing shred
The carnage they desire
So I can play God
And with demons conspire
A masterful plan
To command the economy
Zombie hive mind
Get in line
For lobotomy
My progeny
Multiply to consume
And consume
And consume
'Til the ******* last fume
Dissipates into space
The good fortunes of Earth
All amounting to waste
With the mother who nurtured you
***** and disgraced
The four steeds
Of Apocalypse
Nothing but paste
For I win every time
I with you
Humans race
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
i am no Stranger to Fear
that which adhere's
to Love,
as if in Disguise
it Preys,
wait's till the Weak
lags behind.
then through courage Seeks,
and easily finds.
Love is everywhere,
flowing around,
matching the Frequencies
our Emotions' sound.
Meaning:
all forms of Expression,
Reaction, and
Passion can be,
in me
i have found
no solid ground.
always Floating,
Flying, and
Dreaming.
Imagination creating
a most serene setting
i fall into Believing.
Deceiving it is.
so i easily give in.
Temptation of Escape,
the comfort holds my hand
to guide me through the land
of possible Truth,
but Fear becomes out of Doubt
and overpowers.
Trust,
Communication,
and Understanding,
can not be
shared by one whom invites,
welcomes,
embodies,
Fear.
when one weight falls,
the Balance enthralls
Chaos into Dimension.
Nothing is the same,
it's all Abstract.
the lashings and arguments quickly Attack.
his Desire for me was Selfishly shown
through the Monuments built on our Love's Tomb.
no longer Love,
but Want,
kept his Soul aflame.
to keep what was his right to Tame.
my Fire Inside.
i could not walk,
stand,
or crawl.
i knew he Loved me,
and that was All.
but this was not Love.
this was Secret and a Blind
transformation to quick to be seen
by me or Time.
..or was it there all along,
waiting to come out and play his melancholy song?
this body,
his Vessel,
was a host of Confusion.
as if maid Mary to Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde,
it took all my Energy to Try,
but Why?
i Loved him,
but it was no longer Him in control,
Madness had finally taken it's toll.
"throw me under a bridge," last words of a troll.
Sorry my Man,
my Lover,
my Friend,
seems Fear got the best of You
in the End.
go down with the ship,
i'd rather not,
my Mind is too Free to be Caught.
i did not give up,
i did not run.
I simply did what had to be done
Body and Soul lay peacefully as one.
my Fear of You
is finally gone.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
We had a female in lead,
You don't seem to concede.
Male chauvinistic society,
Your country lags by years.
But it doesn't matter overall,
Because you have sincerity.
India shamefully still lacks it.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Have a look at the parade of clowns
Copycats
Copying emptiness
Copying lazy sentiments
Copying spiteful opinions
Tantrum after tantrum
Rant after rant
Idiot after idiot
This is what the world has become
Mainstream muckiness
Dreams of something special
Broken by modern day mentality
Minimal input, maximal output
All aboard the hype train
All behind the laptop
Digital drama democratized
As avant-garde lags behind
The army of halfwits
Celebrating
Celebrating uniqueness
Celebrating false individualism
Celebrating blissful ignorance
Lie after lie
Mask after mask
Actor after actor
This is it
The world’s a stage
The play is badly cast
The words are meaningless
Uttered in vanity
All brain, no heart
All play, no work
All for nothing
But with the clowns to the left of me
And the halfwits to the right
I’m taking a stance against it
Against the copying
The celebration of nothingness
The false individuality
I won’t utter my words
I won’t play my part
I will embrace the heart
I will take of my mask
And let everyone know
I won’t settle for this
I will come, see and conquer
And then lose it all
But I’ll pick sincere decline
Over false stagnation any day
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
the hues of my imagination run ahead of me
chasing my dreams as reality lags behind
the ephemeral beauty of youth dances lively
but the ineffable grace of love is demure
the incipient infatuation progresses wildly
the flames too brilliant to ignore
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
This is more of a rant
than a rhyme
more of a shame
than a crime
A corporate hypocrisy
lying too the rank and the file
selling an imaged philosophy
like feces dumped and compiled
It rattles in the eves and gutters
what they say but will not do
adding up the liberal numbers
monies just passing thru
Austin's HEB's no way no how free bags
in all of the towns that surround
you'll find that bureaucracy lags
given away plastic and brown
No greater bow ****** liberals
than to cave and give in too fools
that bags given free without doubt
took up less in city landfill
than the ones you pay for
like tools
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Switch-click into gear three and pedal pedal downward from road into grass.
Spruce-oak-pine cave.
The youngest lags behind but push onward to the smell of blue-gills passed!
It is what the land gave.
Spruce-oak-pine cave
builds a wigwam and lean-to fit for dynasty warriors
or home run derby saves.
Dilly-dally down the block a moment for to commence with the chores.
Builds a wigwam and lean-to fit for dynasty warriors
or sand town constructionists
whose rivers of root beer heal yesterday's sores.
Physical, material never missed.
Or sand town constructionists
or lego architects, or kings and queens of rock collections.
No sorrow or fits
only happiness.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
Jet planes and jet lags
Ever miles apart.
Travels distant are
Tormenting my heart.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
So much time wasted clouding every breath
Drinking&Drunk; On lust,
obscenes & Sweet mad death
Living dead walking Deprived of all my Dreams
Filling my empty cavity with cheap poison and fantasy
For Salvation I'm Reprobate And I Abnegate any God
My soul it lags a clime behind Wondering along a Trod
Upon rough road This Night I drag my soul
My Eidolon I so abhor, And whats more -
The debt of sins My Father left
I am cursed to forever labor just as
My iniquitous score is payed for
Not by me But my first born
All my wrongs Forgotten
All the chores I've left undone
And of the least do I concern
Our battles cannot be won &
some good deeds if not them all
are bound to go Unsung
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
a gone, the world under the sky clouds all winter and summer the snow descends and occupies the ground
stars fill air with abstracted wings on crystalline lines and time between the stars a broken hinge
by the garage a flagpole mainstreet 5 cats yokked the world can't hold really too many absolutes but i am shattered and another time lost
while the sea slams the wind or lags an old woman's shoe flapping on the beach
and the awning was still there
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
Earlier time's my younger days when I was about sixteen
Awareness of the fairer *** when I was sexually keen
**** time's that I did crave why were the girls so mean
When it came to getting ****** my **** was never seen
I thought about their naked ***** whether fat or lean
Activities in **** arts who cares where thier **** had been
If you get your ******* off making sure your **** is bare
Bending over the bed with your cheeks up in the air
Or knelt upon the sofa with my fingers through your hair
I will stuff my hotdog up inside your Derryair
Too many benders coming out and lots of ugly lags
Never enough willing girls and I could never find no slags
There wasn't any nice girls just ******* ***** bags
All I could attract we're bendy boys and horrible *** hags
Getting blow jobs really ****** my **** was never blown
Lots of Fanny's I would poke but none of them were shown
I didn't get no ***** and my seeds were never sown
Just left pulling on my plonker and wanking on my own
I could have had a blow job from all of those Gay boys
Or offered ******* ******** from dried up hobbledy hoys
But I didn't want a crap **** or play with those boys toys
So I never got to **** to much or make that **** noise
Now I am mid forties and I want the same thing now
I still want to stick my **** in some nice meow.
There's only skanky sourpuss or some old stupid cow
I am still in the same boat I have nothing to plough
I still want some nice ***** I'm still in that same phase
Lots of naked ladies ****** in lots of different ways
I'll have to keep on searching until to my dying days
The line is drawn at hobbledy hoys and most definitely gays
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
All I am left with are
Pictures of your warm smile
A whisper of your soothing voice
An echo of your fiery feelings
A waft of your quirky humor
Memories of you and me
Awkward calls ending with burning cheeks
Time lags between morning greetings
Nights without sleep just to bring us a little closer
Unsaid understandings and silences
Hidden anticipation for the unseen future
The future of you with me
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
Mirrors for mirrors
Diaries for dust
Dead men for militants
Martyrs for rust
Tears over trophies
Prizes for price tags
Lawmakers for lovers son
Lies while the time lags
Up is quite down
But two is still two
Question me not
I said I love you
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
minutes ago I thought you left me
but you return like a raging revelation
stricken like vampires in the vultures nest
on the night when silence consumes brittle
sentimentality
and white owls howl their wordless short comings
moments ago I thought I had been drained
but then when execution of fortresses that
burn like brittle twigs on the warmest day of all summers
burn in me
for even in the draining of words there are words
even in the most Saharan and drought seconds in life
there is poetry
the soles of my feet burn in this desert
my blood simmers with the heat
my body lags and sweats the sweat of Egyptian slaves
and my moments in this anxiousness feel like days
I have endless mirages and within them
I see many things in all sorts of ways
I believe that time and time again you have saved me
from the remorse of countless burdens that I hold on top of my chest
I lay on my back, heavy
and I feel as though that the insanity in every asylum
screams its anxiety into my woman breast
and then at some breaking point in time
you make my hands shake with the nervousness
of writing my **** thoughts down on paper
and I give those screams to you
my beloved poetry
it is not you that abandons me
it is I that abandons you
its my self punishment and self reserve
of selfishness looking to find something deeper
when nothing goes deeper than you
and I write this as a reminder within my awakening
of these revelations of potency and a committed relationship
to make love to and feel you from the gloomy inside
it is you my passion that I will stay committed to
you are the reason that I have come to be
you are the reason that I learned to differentiate between being a child and a youth
you are the reason that I have grew
it is indeed because of you that I have crossed borders of
mental recognition and went places that others wouldn't dare to go
in thought
so that I may gather the seeds and relentless loves in life
so that I can give them to you to help you flourish and grow
so that when I am gray, wrinkled, and old
I may bask
harmoniously in a vast garden full of the plants of life
dead and alive
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 7:05 PM UTC
I've had days. I've had back room, bare faced, broken days.
I mark them on my calendar with silver stars. And 2013 is starting to look like the night sky
On a crystal canvas.
Beauty from pain. Bitter cliches.
Cliches are cliches for a reason. And not because they're applicable.
Because they are vague.
Because to you it means a Phoenix. A girl reborn.
But to me it means blood that fell on the snow so perfectly
That the drops turned to petals and you saw a rose.
All I saw was red.
I don't know my own mind. Sometimes I feel we haven't met yet.
That she passes me by on the street corners with a smile and a nod but
She doesn't know my bones.
All she's learned to see is cellulite and blood.
I tell her to look at the bone.
The pure inside we have both forgotten.
I've had days. Pill bottle, smoke cloud, red nosed days.
Days that smell like cold fingers. Days that feel like cigarette mittens.
Days that belong next to the fire place with a warm mug.
I've found my eyes lost in ember and the cackle of the flames.
I've felt mocked by the dead and inanimate. But somehow my head stays in place.
I continue on a course of blatant sanity.
I guess I have met my mind. But we don't get along.
She runs fast but tires quickly. And one of us always lags behind the other.
Like an inconstant tide.
I've had days. Pale faced, smoky eyed, purging days.
Days that sit on street corners hungry. Days that lost their weight.
Days when I wanted to crawl out of my skin to see how it looks from the outside.
It occurs to me that I haven't met my eyes face to face.
I've seen their likeness in glass but never their glow as they caught the ember and filled with tears.
I will never understand my mind or shake her hand and that's fine.
But maybe just once I'd like to meet my eyes.
I've had days. Sun window, pink cheeked, puffy coat days. Days when I remember spring.
Days when I thaw.
Days when my mind and eyes and bones can hold contented hands and understand each other.
I think I'm learning. Learning to meet myself in every mirror glance, every blushing touch, every tear, each awkward giggle.
Perhaps I will be able to face them.
To know my mind without formal introduction.
To meet by bones without seeing their white.
See my eyes face to face without leaving my skin.
And there will be days when I can't.
I've had those days. I've had many days.
Dark room days, glazed eye haze days, cold white winter wet days, warm window welcome days. That's the funny thing about days.
They too never meet.
They pass each other on street corners with a nod and a smile. Forgotten from time and the mind that they
Never met.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
I am a groggy, vacant drone.
I am red, spluttered words down the phone.
My eyelids are sandbags.
My heartbeat, it lags.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox,
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
my body clock
has run aground
a good nights sleep
can not be found
counting sheep
over fences bound
i'm wide awake
instead of sleeping sound
sleep it comes
when it should not
i'm fearful that
i might get caught
a nodding off
a fight i fought
sleep when i should
can it be bought?
my body zigs
instead of zags
i'm wide awake
my eyes have bags
my inner spring
has stopped and lags
my nerves are shot
i zig....i zag
i lie in bed
one eye i close
i'll trick myself
my brain won't know
asleep, awake
which way to go
i'm half awake
my spirits low
If i am half asleep
i guess
i'm half awake
as well at best
there's the answer
to my sleeping quest
do half of both
i must confess!!!
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC