"lala" poems
Ang ganda na sana ng tugtugan
Ang yabang ko pa
Abang na abang ako sa kantang patutugtugin nung kuya sa caf
Ayun, "Forevermore" ng Side-A
"Ay putang ina"
Solid.
Kahit may pagkain sa harap ko.
Ang sakit pala.
Ang hina ko pala.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Oa para sa iba.
Pero para sa'kin?
Iba.
Masakit.
Hindi ito yung mga oras na kaya ko maging matapang.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Bakit ba ako nasasaktan?
Bakit ang lala?
Mahal mo pa ba sya?
Mahal mo ba talaga ako?
Ang sakit pala.
Ang hina ko pala.
Ang yabang ko pa.
Akala ko napakatatag ko.
Pero hindi pala.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Bakit kasi hindi mo ako hinintay?
Pinanindigan ko ba talaga pagiging "laging late" ko?
O sadyang kailangan ko lang talagang masaktan nang ganito?
Isang kanta pero ibang sakit ang dulot sa'kin.
Isang kanta mula sa nakaraan mo na labis na nagpapasakit sa ngayon natin.
Madaling sabihing lumipas na yun.
Pero mahirap ding pilitin ang sariling 'wag mapaisip
Ano kayang iniisip mo nung narinig mo rin yun?
Naalala mo ba lahat?
Naalala mo ba sya?
Nanghihinayang ako.
Bakit ba hindi kita noon nakilala
Nung hindi pa ako ganito kahina
Nung kaya ko pa magmahal nang buong buo
Hindi tulad ngayon na puno ng takot
Nang tignan mo ako sa mata
At sinabing mahal mo ako
Saglit na tumigil sa pagtibok ang puso ko
Masaya at masakit
Sabay.
Lalo akong nahirapan.
Hindi ko na alam.
Sa bawat araw na dumadaan
Mas minamahal kita
Ayaw na ayaw kong nawawala ka sa tabi ko
Maya't maya hinahanap kita
Akala ko ganun ka din
Kaya lang nasasakal ka na pala
Hindi ko namalayan
Sobra na pala
Paano ba talaga magmahal?
Bakit kung hindi ako kulang, sobra naman?
Ngayon hindi ko na alam paano ka kakausapin
Paano kikilos
O magsasalita kapag andyan ka
Pakiramdam ko lahat ng gawin at sabihin ko,
Mali.
Sobra.
Kulang.
Ewan. Paano ba?
Siguro nga ganito talaga kapag nagmamahal.
Masakit.
Kumplikado.
Uubusin lahat ng lakas mo.
Ibibigay ko ang gusto at kailangan mo.
Pero sana sabihin mo
Kung sawa ka na
Kung ayaw mo na
Kung kaya mo pa
Kung mahal mo ba ako
Kung mahal mo pa ba ako
Kung mahal mo ba talaga ako
Kaya ko tiisin lahat
Hanggang alam kong may pinanghahawakan ako
Pero kung wala na,
Handa naman akong magpatalo
Handa akong masaktan
Maging masaya ka lang
Sanay naman kasi ako
Alam kong mahirap akong mahalin
Hirap din akong mahalin ang sarili ko
May mga bagay na sadyang hindi nababago
Pero kung tunay kang nagmamahal, matatanggap mo
Matitiis mo
At kahit hirap ako
Ginagawa ko
Hindi ko isinusumbat
Gusto ko lang malaman mo
Na ganito ako magmahal
Uubusin ko ang sarili ko
Sana maubos na rin lahat ng sakit na 'to
Hindi ko alam na ganito ang epekto ng isang kanta
Isang kantang magsasampal sa akin ng katotohanan
Na walang madaling paraan para magmahal
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Ang gusto ko yung lalaking matipuno
Yung pagbubuksan ako ng pinto
Yung umaga pa lang pumupunta na rito
Tsaka dapat binabati niya magulang ko
Isama mo na rin buong pamilya’t kamag anak ko
Grabe ang lakas maka pogi non
Lalo na kapag binibilhan ako ng wanton
Yun kasi yung paborito ko
Kaya nakakakilig pag kilala ka ng lalaki nang todo
Ganun yung tipo ko
Simple lang at magalang
Madasalin at mapagmahal sa magulang
Isa lang
Isa lang ang hinihintay ko at alam kong ikaw yun.
Yung taong bubuo ng mga pangarap natin
At tutupad sa mga binitawang salita sakin
Ikaw yun
Ang yayakap sakin kapag malungkot ako
At pag kailangan ko ng makikinig sa mga problema ko.
Ikaw yun. Nung una. Akala ko nung una ikaw na yun.
Isang malaking pagkakamali lang pala.
Imahinasyon lang pala lahat ng ito
Ang lala
Nabiktima lang pala ako ng maling akala
At nadala sa pagbabago **** lagi akong umaasa
Kaya ayoko na
Ayoko nang pagbuksan ka ng pinto sa tuwing lalabas tayo
Ayoko nang habulin ka pag nauuna kang maglakad at ikaw pa yung may ganang magalit
Ayoko nang paulit ulit ipaalala sayo na batiin mo mga magulang ko pag nakikita mo
Ayoko nang magtiis pa diyan sa katamaran mo dahil pagod na ako.
Nagsasawa na ako sa paulit ulit na salitang binibigkas mo pero di naman totoo.
Dahil ang totoo, hindi naman tumutugma sa mga kilos mo.
Ikaw na ang sentro ng relasyong to.
Sa halip na ako ang yakapin mo dahil malungkot ako, ako ang yumayakap sayo.
Hindi ako makapagsabi ng problema mo dahil sinisingitan mo nang mas malala yung problema mo.
Lagi ka na lang nagagalit kapag may kausap ako.
Pero pag ikaw yung may kausap, nagagalit ba ako?
Wala na sa lugar yung pagseselos mo.
Lahat na lang ng makausap ko pinaghihinalaan mo.
Ang toxic na ng relationship na to.
Kaya gusto ko na tapusin kung ano man ang meron tayo.
Natauhan ako na ako na pala ang gusto ko.
Ako pala yung hinahanap ko.
Pero kailangan ko ng taong parang ako.
Yung mamahalin ako tulad ng pagmamahal ko sayo.
Saan ba ako makakahanap ng taong katulad ko?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
No reason to be precious about it,
it's best to just be blunt,
she's got a helluva ****
I could wax poetic, swooning like a
love-drunk boy, but what's the point?
Sharing, expressing, defining the spell
is futile. *** with her is like
dancing with god.
Finally, at fifty, I feel the
vibration of lovesongs.
Not in my ears, deeper than any sense can taste.
Lost for hours in life, in bonding; finally
knowing the only knowledge worth knowing
She teaches by just being.
Responding, absorbing, inspiring,
implanting new sensations and
bringing me out of me.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
Parenting
organizing the day,
while the baby room adjacent
makes dreaming rock n' roll noises
siren calls to lay in bed,
semi-alert, on guard duty,
scheming about dis n' dat,
you are sleeping, dreaming,
wide awake seeing,
multitasking eyes closed simultaneously.
lesser of a poet, more a notate-er,
list keeper, note taker,
arguing with yourself inside the head,
actually feeling the thoughts
coursing, lurking, seeing both sides now,
parentally, washing the dishes
of the hours and years ahead.
while the woman-mother
makes her soprano dreaming noises,
you laugh at the orchestra of
******* sighing somnolent noises,
a cadenza of love dancing in your
irresistible wide awake dreams.
paying the bills, lying in the dark,
you wonder-worry about the agenda
unknown that will overgrow you,
fast creeping up the grain of your skin,
ivy on stone skin walls.
lala lala
you borrow baby's lullaby,
yourself calming,
keeping time, silly rhyming,
organizing the days ahead
in you head, while,
recording the harmonies of sensory inputs.
the dark provides the cloak
where you alone
feel and hear the worry and laugh lines knitting
into a single stitch of parenting.
1/20/2013
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Aku berdosa,
Telingaku bunuh diri.
Sudah baru-baru ini
Aku sepenuhnya tuli
Aku tak tahu lagi
Apa kata dedaunan
Pada tanah yang terantuk lemas dibawah
Atau ceracau yang diteriakkan
Bunga keparat
Untuk mayat dingin si kumbang.
Bahkan di restoran tua
Yang setiap sela kayunya berdarah dingin,
Tempat rintihan musik bisumu selalu dialunayunkan
Semuanya hanya tertawa hening
lalu mati begitu saja.
Dan meskipun duduk menghadapmu
Aku masih tak dapat mendengar
Suara mengaji jam setengah mati
Yang kerap menceritakan
Dongeng gelap kita
Dari lampau sampai me—
La lala la la
lala la lala
La la la la la lala
La la la lalala la la
La
—Lampaui
Pemakaman hati yang mati dipancung
Di pekarangan rumah tiap senja gulana
Yah, baru-baru ini aku tuli
Bisu lagi,
Mampunya cuma mengumpat dalam tulis.
Dan dihadapkan denganmu,
Sesekali dalam terkadang
Aku anehnya dapat mendengar
Serintikan isak tangis yang
Sama sekali tidak kita cucurkan
Lalu ini semua salah siapa,
Kalau aku baru tuli
Lalu kamu sudah bisu?
Apa memang ini dosaku?
Di palangnya tertulis;
Nama: Siapapun yang menangis
Di sela-sela pengakuan dosa
Kematian telinga gila
Dan kelumpuhan bibir hambar
Kita tiba-tiba melongo,
Tuhan tertawa
Sabar lagi bahagia,
Mengisyaratkan untuk
Sudah, ya,
Simpul mati saja senyum satu sama lain.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
*** dada dum dada
*** *** ***
Melodies cradle my soul just for fun
*** didi dum didi
Dum Dum Dum
Soliloquies burst off the tip of my tongue;
Lyrics illogical and beautiful, some.
Brilliant by accident, sudden, and young.
Tra lala di lala
Do do do
Convinced of the magical things words can do;
These lovely inscriptions, all assumed to be true,
Are not carefully built, nor genuinely glued.
Fa dala di dala
La la la
So from sockets comes streaming oblivious awe;
Silly and shameless, and secretly flawed,
For unknown was my motive until these stanzas were thawed
La, lala, la, lala, la la la
By the warmth of good fortune, and mind’s last hurrah.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo
ifę rę n'pa mi bi øti
oyi ifę rę n'kømi o mu mi lotutu
gbogbo ara mi ngbøn bi ęni w'ędo
b'oba føwø rę kanmi , arami aya gaga
ololufe mi apønbeepore
o'nfa øfun ni kij'ęran pe lęnu,
ohun mi k'in wa ę m'øya , irinajo niøję
nișęju ișęju løkan mi fa si ę
ololufęmi abęfę, ibadi aran awęlęwa
ęwa rę tan bi mønamana
otan kaari aiye, omu imøle wasayemi
ofimi løkan bale, aiya mi o ja ęru o si bamimø
ifę rę mumi rinri ajo ayø
omumi de ebute idunnu ati alafia
mowoke modupę løwø eledua
to semilanu nigba ti mo șe awari ifę rę
bi ewe ba pę Lara oșę, a ma d'øșę
ekurø lala b'aku ęwa
bi inu ba șè șì, aworan rę lowa ni bę.
iwø ni monifę julø .
mawo ariwo øja rara.
mașe da awøn ęlętan løhun
iru ifę wa yii lowu wøn
ifę at'oke l'atørun wa.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Sarah
You're smart and funny and kind of really loud
But that doesn't mean I don't want you to talk
And though I do things you don't want me to
You know it's true
I can always call you if I need to
And you know you have me to
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lalala
Don't you know
I see the way you talk about your dad
I didn't know him at all I'm sorry
It's okay He's in a better please and I'll stay
But please don't ever push me away
When everything crumble beneath your hands
I'll be there to be the one who understands
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lala lala lalalalalala lala lalaaaooo
Sign your Kik name with YinYangs
I'll make cat faces too : 3
Put up with my HomeStuck shenanigans
And I'll be there there you
for you
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
Pale, pale, pale for you
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lalala lala lala la la la la la
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
reposting a poem from 3 1/2 years ago, when I knew how to write
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organizing the day,
while the baby room renter in the adjacent,,
makes dreamy rock n' roll noises,
siren calls to stay~lay in bed,
tho status of semi-alert,
ready to relieve Ernie and Bert,
who have the first shift covered
soon on guard duty,
scheming about dis n' dat,
you are sleeping, dreaming,
wide awake seeing,
multitasking with eyes closed simultaneously.
lesser of a poet, more a notate-er,
list keeper, note taker,
arguing with yourself inside the head,
actually feeling the thoughts
coursing, lurking, seeing both sides now,
parentally, washing the dishes
of the hours and years ahead.
while the woman-mother
makes her soprano dreaming noises,
you laugh at the orchestra of
******* sighing somnolent noises,
a cadenza of love dancing in your
irresistible wide awake dreams.
paying the bills, lying in the dark,
you wonder-worry about the agenda
unknown that will overgrow you,
fast creeping up the grain of your skin,
ivy on stone skin walls.
lala lala
you borrow baby's lullaby,
yourself for to calming,
keeping time, silly rhyming,
organizing the days ahead
in you head, while,
recording the harmonies of
sweet sensory inputs.
the dark provides the cloak
where you alone
feel and hear the worry
and laugh lines knitting
into a single stitch of parenting.
1/20/2013
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
My lala sassy Coco beloved.
queens of purple heart mine.
to those loving me near or far.
~~~~~~~~~~~
And you sweetheart
You the awakened one when I fought to stay alive eons ago precioso mio.
Don't worry you woke me up
this thunderous hail winter
upon waking up opening my eyes
transforms to eternal spring.
And as the decades passed revealing so many secrets that you scattered of gold bars and treasures throughout Earth
for enchanted frog little me
in a tini pond destined to search you in your ocean
All treasures now conceived in thought understood grasped too late,
slide like water through my fingers
lost in inaction
Recaptured
in memory thought apeacing me giving strength.
The mind makes everything that's gone very real.
Amorsitos, hermosos you have many names I know you by a few
my precious king of hearts
I own only my heart of gold
jewels are my kids all grown-up
I love your family jewels.
Cariños mios your hands your voice
the way you walk talk as if you sway me and visit me unexpectedly
and it happens often
~~~~~~
Lover long sun kissed limbed
It all lingers true and clear.
Any woman queen Angel or scribe
would go nuts just hearing your tantric sensual voice
but not the way like I can.
Holding your hands loving me imprinting me with
your fingers kissing your palm prints
all over my pristine remote
unexplored seashores.
In your Island for private
romantic lovers you and me
You must feel safe here dear
just a poetess dreaming of you.
My mind make it all real.
and it does again and again..
your voice bridges any gaps
Our dream breathes and lives
when I hear your voice you melt
me or freeze me evaporated me
I cry and laugh and hear God
speaking to me in your voice
it's all so amusing
And bittersweet
I miss and love you all so much
tini litt baby girls and boys mine
"I give my life to save yours
if only any of you ask, you wrote"
I love you adore you.
Te amo the amo.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights Reserved
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
The stars burned in his heart of love
She was up and far above
Forbidden the fruit she was thereof
1971 , where was I ?
On the Student Union steps
with my Lala turning 21
Manjun consumed in full moon tide
Never the thought left his side
Layla's love unrelenting
So he had to die
November began my long list of winters
I found love as icecicles cold and sharp
A heart of stars where no warmth was found
I spilled my seed on frozen ground .
Manjun of a thousand years
Dry now are all his tears
Layla just a memory
Layla now part of eternity
I never saw my Layla again
Moved to the mountains Carolina free
I languished on the fall line of my land
Just like Manjun , waiting to die
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Every day I try running away from you,
but that pulls me to the fake promises u made days back.
Every day I try to find a reason to hate you,
But you make me fall more.
Every night when the silence wails,
I miss your voice.
Every night when the cold creeps in,
I miss the warmth you were to me.
Not a day goes by
When I didn’t search for you.
Not a day goes by
When I didn’t want you to go.
The clock stops
Brings me back to you
The heart races
I just miss the me I was with you.
You said you left me and goodbye,
But I never accepted it,
I tell the others that I want answers
But all I want is your arms.
I didn’t know I was in love,
But now that there’s no you,
It gets harder to bleed for a void.
I was ready to cross the ocean,
but u saw me drown in it,
you didn't have to say it back,
because I knew you would never love me.
but you lied,
and let me choke in the Lala land I was building for us.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
Ang pagkakakilanlan ay isang masayahing bata.
maaalalahanin, magiliw ngunit may tinatagong lihim.
mapusok, matigas ang ulo pero marespetong tao.
mapagbigay, bukas palad kaya madalas nauuto ng kalaro.
Ang aking tula ay pinamagatang "LALA"
Ako si Lala, yung tinatawag lang sa oras ng kagipitan
Naaalala kong hindi ka nga pala maaalalahanin,
Naaalala kong naaalala mo lang ako kapag kailangan mo ng tulong ko,
Nakikilala mo lang ako kapag ika'y nakadarama ng lungkot habang magisa,
Ako to si lala, yung kaibigan **** sasamahan ka hanggang ikay muling sumaya,
Ngunit, bakit ganun? hindi mo ako magawang maalala kapag ikaw ay masaya na?
Oo nga pala, naaalala kong naaalala mo lang ako kapag ikaw ay gipit na.
saka mo lang hahanapin at sasabihing namimiss mo ako kung kailan ikaw na lang ulit magisa,
saka mo lang ako bibigyan ng importansya kung kailan di ko na kaya.
Ako si... LALA, naaalala mo lang at kinilala nung akoy wala na.
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Airwaves awash in the new gospel barrage:
calling forth the neighbourhood hack,
Abe Lincoln toon in towering hat,
the corporation is coming -
will you not
collaborate my friend?
Everything good that you ever dreamed of is here:
Marbonite floored flats with self-terraced roofs;
The swankiest of cars, in imported hues;
Your arm candy drools,
now, brands, bigger brands!
All in your grasp, now, in community gates
shut safe as society decays.
Skies spitting frogs? Pestilences amass?
Listen to the Gospel according to Bane:
in the desert, smell octane. Hallelujah,
everything we make, from watches
to headscarves - your underwear is cheaper
sourced from the next so-lala-land.
Forget your sources tiny of incomes varying:
Bakers, cobblers, tinkerers, we also have
a uniform for you. Oh you rustic
tradition-bound bandy bumpkins!
Abandon your alleyways, and
welcome to the ghettos...where
What you eat, to where to retreat:
we cure everything from heartache to panache.
Wash away your sins in wonder medicines;
Waters can part, yes, see how the Pharoah
is disarmed; Big city dreams, dream
global manna beams. All that is needed for
salvation, is a little bit of classification. Are you
left-wing or right? Center-left or center-right?
The powerdrill tearing down edifices
resonating through noon. A crane arm's shadow
hovering high by the moon. Tablets from skies
now proclaim the new gospel for the land,
the airwaves are awash
of the miracle of Witwatersrand.
The corporation is coming, to a store near you:
Amen! Will you not, then, collaborate, my friend?
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Adéifé, I can't wait to kiss your lips, suckle on your **** tease them till you ease, as I undress your hips down to your feet, slightly stroking your thighs as it heats, holding you from behind so your sweetbutt hardens me up more, squeezing your ******* as I swing you around and planting kisses on them as I lay you down afar a feet... Gush! You are sweet! Spreading your legs, my fingers alova your heated body that pleases, I'm not at ease... I can't wait to slowly **** you, till your body vibrates and you can't breath, yet I won't stop till you beg me please... Mo ti lala awa ri; deadly & sweet...
Giving you multiple pleasures, ******** tensions is one thing I promise... Last images of your ******* your waist, your hips and your twists turns me on right now, thoughts of me holding you in my hands boils me up... Fowo kan mii, Touch me
That moment when I slightly slowly hungrily and desirably enter you is a moment my body longs for... Kpe oruko mii, Call my name
I want to hold your waist from behind from dusk to dawn, turn you around and around as we passionately devour our cravings... In arms tight, breast to Chest, bodies kissing, intimate moaning, lips gaping, our shapes sardined, oiled with tensed sweats & breaths... Gush! Your ******* Jeka sere... Lets play.... Your eyes staring down at me as we echo, mime, duet and pitch our hearts' music and song in climaxes never felt... Till that awesome moment of nothing else existing but we and what we feel...
Aah Gush!
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
I cried myself to sleep last night.
I wished you could be there,
To hold me close to you and whisper its okay.
It was one scary and unusual lala by.
But am glad I did not see its end.
I cried myself to sleep last night because I kept feeling I had lost you.
But today under the clouded afternoon.
I realise that,
The droplets of my tears melted your heart in your sleep,
And probably planted a short dream about me.
Because today you seem to have remembered me.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
white roses and Jacob's Coat
purple bearded irises and ferns
dark red wax begonias
scents of night jasmine
French lavender
antique tea roses
loquat, plum, guava and lemon trees
all swaying with an ocean breeze
casting shadows in the setting sun
memories of childhood
bamboo and nipa houses
coconut groves and fragrant banana
witches, faeries and wok-woks
a favorite white haired grandfather
living off land and sea
harvesting root crops and fruit
fishing for viand
barefoot and ******* sarongs
in a private paradise miles from town
bonfire festivities
tuba wine and drunken salamats
an open adoption
a house tiled with affluence
and visits back home
a war's interruption
people lost or found
married off to life in America
lumpia, pancit, beefsteak and beeco
spaghetti, burgers, *** roast and pizza
dinner's table set for eleven
the house on Wagner street
the loss of husband and son
advancing age and declining health
ER's and ICU's
a final farewell
a garden of children
grand children and great grand children
branches in Lala's family tree
her progeny sprouting roots
looking to the future
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel so gloomy,
Got a brand new bag of shroomies
And now my blues are through
There’s one last thing to do….
Trip out (trip out) Let’s go for a walk
Trip out (trip out) I wanna smoke some ***
Trip out (trip out) I'm tripping out man!
Tra lala lalalay (doo dadoo dadoo doo)
Sometimes I feel so bored,
I want to live like Harrison Ford
I procured some L.S.D.
I watch you paint those happy trees…
Trip out (Bob Ross) Let’s go for a walk
Trip out (Bob Ross) I wanna smoke some ***
Trip out (Bob Ross) Trippin' out to Bob Ross
Tra lala lalalay (doo dadoo dadoo doo)
Bob Ross….(We love you)
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 1:38 PM UTC
I was a dreamer content with all my blessings
Striving for perfection; wishing my life away
I lived inside of lala land and flew into the sun
I drove towards high ambition but steered with blind hesitation
Always second guessing cupid's arrow with a microscope
Like a pessimist on a soap box, defensively corrupt
I was bleeding my soul out onto invisible horizontal lines
Crying out for that someone who had once stabbed me in the dark
Blaming all my issues on things I can't take back
I don't know why or what kept me so amused with trouble
Something in the heat of danger keeps me satisfied
You were different
Something difficult but interesting
Calm and collective
Someone I could never be
You were a wayward child running from the truth
Just looking for an escape or just another muse to keep you entertained
You were filled with the chase of recklessness
I was filled with light of faith
I was uptight at somedays, but you let time lead you astray
And the peak of the adrenaline keeps you stimulated just barely enough...
Just enough to keep you coming back for seconds
Just enough to sugar coat your stomach
Just enough to keep you smiling on the edge who knows what
You needed something to keep your eyes from rolling in and out of sleep
You were used to the sour aftertaste broken promises and lies
I was highlighting the ultimate and envying the game
I was use to disappointments and devouring the pain of the unforgivable
But I was challenging and you admired it
We were opposite like Mercury and Neptune
But all those underestimated ingredients are what makes the dancing possible
As we Tango past the moon and we Foxtrot across the stars
I pirouette through all the difficulties and we fall back into reality
And you catch me here on planet earth
Right back to the beginning, where it feels like home
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
No- oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stop trying to get in my pants
No- oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught you with your hands in my pants
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Drama-mamamia
La la oh lala
Stop staring I have no pants.
You’ve seen my ugly,
you’ve seen where I ***
you’ve seen my thing-thing,
Hell no it’s not free,
You’re out of luck
(Luck luck luck, Your out of luck)
Don’t call my mama,
Lady im not your **** man,
Ive seen better loving in a bad movie scene,
Youre out of luck,
Luck-luck-luck
Youre out of luck
(Luck-luck-luck youre out of luck)
**** ***** I don’t want you,
And you know I cant stand you,
Your just so bad, one hell of a chance,
You want my stuff and
All I can do is just wretch,
You and me don’t have a hell of a chance
No-oh-oh-oh-oh
You want my stuff and
All I can do is just wretch,
You and me don’t have a hell of a chance
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!
You wont get into my pants,
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
You wont get into my pants.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
Good night, bonne nuit
Oyasamina sai, buenos noches,
Lala salama, wan an,
Spokoinyui noche, gute nacht,
Lila tov
Wherever you rest your
Head tonight
We are all one family
Let’s hold tight
and fill the world with
Dreams of Harmony
tonight.
No matter what words we use to say… goodnight…
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I was never the sports star, smartest kid in class or even the coolest. More like low self esteem dork girl who had more guy friends than girls never felt like I fit in but always never cared. I lied.... They bullied me verbally, I was no longer invisible I was the punch line to everybody's joke on bus 12 after a long day of school. I kept my head down because the **** hurts more than they could physically ever know. The walk home consisted of promising myself I wouldn't cry and debating on if I hated them or myself more. Dear arms I am sorry I've been taking all of my frustration out on you, it's just that since I'm not a size 6 everyone hates me so I have to hate you. How was school? Cool. Bad day? Bad life. Don't pretend like you care because I've spent too many nights alone in my room crying and screaming while my "mother" was in the next room. Dear heart I'm sorry I always let you down, I'm sorry I make you go through so much. I'm sorry you have to feel everything I feel. It's my fault they hate me not yours. They finally broke us I'm sorry.
Dear Danielle, you're me and I am you. Im sorry I gained so much weight last year, I'm sorry I couldn't lose it all. I'm sorry they hate us. I'm sorry mom can't get the braces we need. I'm sorry nothing ever works out for us. I'm sorry Jayte left. I'm sorry this is all real. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I couldn't save Lala. I'm sorry no one loves us. I'm sorry god doesn't listen. I'm sorry no one knows we are sad. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. It's all kind of blurry right now. There's so much blood I really can't see anymore. They say it'll get better, I wanna say it'll get better but it never does we just learn how to maintain. How to forget. And how to move on.....
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
My baby sings to me sometimes
A gift of wind from her lungs. Giving up the thing they love the most.
She explains to me “Mpenzi, wakati mwingine inabidi tujitoe sadaka”
Meaning “My love, sometimes we have to sacrifice”
I know the tale more than most. My mother was a sun too in love with the stars so she gave us some of her bright and sat on the throne of the moon, watching us shine on the midnight of her skin.
My baby sings to me sometimes
Songs about trees, but not the brown of the branches but the dark of her roots, the basin of her belly where her pride comes from. Just like that of her mother and her mother before her.
“Umekula leo?” “Have you eaten today?”, “because it is the nature of my hands to care for your body, and the nature of my heart to care for your soul”.
My baby sings to me sometimes
She hums “lala salama” like a ritual to chase away night mares.
She whispers “nakupenda” like she doesn't trust her lips to say what her heart means.
And she sings, like only queens do, like only dreams do.
My love, I have gathered your voice in the desert of my favourite memories, and yours is the background music to everything good that has ever happened to me.
So sell me your whisper, and hum me a song about stars and midnight and moons that used to be suns. And I will pay the price, I will peel the skin from my secrets and show you all the parts of me where I hide God.
Because wakati mwingine inabidi tujitoe sadaka, but most times we don’t.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
fingers harming hair
hot fillers gently *********
open horizontal pair
hurried blonde slipping
down her narrow stairs
drop steady fixed stare
hips soaring, widespread
sloppy fall on my rear end
big finale all set, i see red
set in stone that bled
set and sound correct
i paraglided dead
Crack o'clock linger
cranked foreign giver
converting reign- leader
ground control to major
tons of delusion, ships
boarding delusionships
in diluted fusion
never co-depending
neither co-developing
deeply delving, daunting
open- ended forming
TRANS
CULTIVATING
EVADING
RURAL
rotating out of orbit
falling prey to rotting,
bits of gums soaring,
bites of arms Taste -ing
Test sting
Test stink
Test sink-ing
Test sink in
Test sin king
Tes singing:
La lal lala la la lla
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 6:03 AM UTC
JPC-Rdd
You offered me gold pots
even diamonds for my tears
fame, and great fortune.
Sorry I missed the mark.
My ET I need a UFO to fly by
I touch you in thought.
Lala Sassy Coco treasures
blooms of my womb
dearest of all loves
of my life, I adore you
Jeffrey A, John C
sons in law
J,Hamrin RIP 2015
Bradly D and family.
I am glad you came along
great among Kings you
I am crying over you..
I dedicate my tears.
to all who flew in n out
my sky in well being
My Jane Hilton May
To poets loyal and real.
Moi Paul P, Willow
Thanks ever more.
for your comments.
~~~~~
Karijinbba
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 10:08 PM UTC