"lancer" poems
oh boy
with long hair
and a wild mind
he was always there
never hard to find
he called me lotus flower
always okay,
even if there were stormy showers
and something didn't go my way
i keep listening to his music
in hopes that he wrote it for me
he cured my sick
and set me free
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car
Sitting in its congested patio,
Beheld the sky
That sky spilled over the sky
Stars squirmed and threatened to jump down immediately
We were like the children beneath the mango tree who do not rush to school
Even after the last bell
The wind may blow any moment
Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car
Descried the sea
Sitting inside its smoke-filled, odorous kitchen
That sea overflowed the sea
The fish swimming along in the deep asked, “coming?”
We were
Like the fisherman waiting for the snakehead murrel
Though it is noon and he is hungry
The sea fish do not know
The grooves of tears and the little waterway
Rainclouds can arrive anytime
Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car
Saw the woods sitting near its un-curtained window
Those woods got darker than woods
Trees pretending to cavil for my being late
Moonlight clear and fuzzy amongst boughs
Us, like fireflies watching ripened paddy stalks
There are wounds that are hidden
A lightning can strike any moment
Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car
Sitting in its spaces coarse otherwise
We quenched each other’s thirst and hunger
Argued
Prayed
Perused the holy book
Often, while no one watched,
We fed the dolls
Sung them lullabies
On these occasions,
I went out pretending that I wanted a smoke
Thereupon, between us
Sky sea woods.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I find a small lonely sun that illuminates only one Planet. I ride my Lightcycle to this planet and find that it has no life whatsoever. The skies are as yellow as the sunflowers back at home. I ride through the strange purple sands of this dead lonely planet. My lightcycle star shell fills in with purples and yellows. There are no kind of mountains or structures. Just endless purple sands. No winds sing on this planet. Its like a planetary purple canvas made of endless sad sand.
And then from the yellow and purple horizon I see the most beautiful blue I have ever seen. A sort of blue that almost seems to emit life itself. A strange machine flies on by! Leaving behind a life stream of endless blue. The yellow sky begins to almost melt away into the blue. My Lightcycle fills back in with the blues of my thoughts. The machine then flies in an amazing circular pattern creating a monstrous hurricane that covers half of the planet. I then ride alongside this machine that is known as a Lancer! I have never seen one! The Lancer senses me near and begins to speed away. I try and keep up as we leave the Planet but the Lancer is by far to fast for me! As I turn back around and look to the dead planet I see that the Lancer has left behind the most beautiful blue filled Planet. I travel back to its surface as the genesis of life begins again!
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
stoked lightening, does where your fur stroked unmeeting skin
a ribbon grow heating wetly (at fingers tightly coiling sin)?
does where from stocky steam ****** ***** effuse drunk blood,
a stagger of giggling ****** giddily unstoppably bud?
perhaps, or, does (i know) your unknowing skirt a mutter
a rill of sweetness (acrid) as like honey and butter?
A query, i think, your parting question answers.
At cherry pressing; at crimson lancer.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
Was crossing the road
It is not like crossing anything else
A Trailer
Might partition into pieces
Or a Hummer,
In a second, make one a nonentity
Or a tin can of a vehicle
Take away your hand or leg.
Even if your last wish,
In case you have to die in an automobile crash,
Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of,
Which court will listen?
On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree
Its dark green leaves are visible.
No, cannot see the bitterness,
But it is possible it is.
I have to cross the road.
Then
I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side
Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!)
And come back just the way they went.
What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed,
Which is something!
While crossing the road, came a Trailer
Whose driver was a Tamilian
A Hummer came,
In which there was a father, his friend,
Mother and two kids
The kid was singing loudly
The friend was thinking about his girl friend
A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came
It was full of wine bottles
For the next century
What then?
Trailer was divided into many pieces
Hummer made one a nonentity in a second
The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears.
Now the one who looks this way from the other side:
Is it the one who reached the other side,
Or the one who was standing here,
Or the one who crossed the road,
Or the one who has to return?
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
The Lancer: Life Lancer...
The final sweep through this once dead planet is done..
This is my favorite part about this job..
I land in a desert lifeless, golden sand mixed with black..
This wasteland will come to life..
I look to the sky and see life reborn..
It starts with a magnificient spirial of colors as the atmoshere begins to awake..
I stand in the sand and watch this world come to life..
The first storm is on the horizon..
Deep blues among deep blues I swear the sky is the ocean..
All colors of lightning begin to arc the dead away..
The entire planet is quickly engulfed in the Ultra storm..
I can feel the planet smile again..
LIFE has become the apocalypse for the apocalypse..
Its time to leave..
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Though you deny it
I'll bet you're beautiful,
did you say 36, or 38,
no matter
and eyes not blue,
nor blood I hear
not arabesque, not a dancer?
Can you cook,
published articles in the "Lancer"?
Nonetheless, I'll bet you're beautiful,
Just my guess.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
Was crossing the road
It is not like crossing anything else
A Trailer
Might partition into pieces
Or a Hummer,
In a second, make one a nonentity
Or a tin can of a vehicle
Take away your hand or leg.
Even if your last wish,
In case you have to die in an automobile crash,
Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of,
Which court will listen?
On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree
Its dark green leaves are visible.
No, cannot see the bitterness,
But it is possible it is.
I have to cross the road.
Then
I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side
Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!)
And come back just the way they went.
What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed,
Which is something!
While crossing the road, came a Trailer
Whose driver was a Tamilian
A Hummer came,
In which there was a father, his friend,
Mother and two kids
The kid was singing loudly
The friend was thinking about his girl friend
A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came
It was full of wine bottles
For the next century
What then?
Trailer was divided into many pieces
Hummer made one a nonentity in a second
The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears.
Now the one who looks this way from the other side:
Is it the one who reached the other side,
Or the one who was standing here,
Or the one who crossed the road,
Or the one who has to return?
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
It’s fortunate the rain had ceased early this warm November day.
I glance at my watch: 12:27; “Lancer” and “Lace” are on their way.
I see Lee in his sniper’s perch. I still wonder if he’ll get this done.
I stand on the grassy knoll. Beneath my jacket, I touch my gun.
We must not fail; the King must die. I am the insurance it will be done.
A shot is fired from up above. “Lancer” grabs his throat and chest
and Camelot becomes undone.
The second bullet finds its mark And “Lace” is spattered with brains and blood.
The crowd is gripped with sudden fear. Here and there they start to run
Some woman screams “They’ve murdered him”.
I secretly smile for we have won.
I make my way to the phone booth there inside the Dallas Barbecue.
I call Ruby at his club. “Jack, I have one more job for you.”
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
I'll be your gateway
I'll be the alcohol that burns the pain inside
But i won't give you throat cancer
And i do live life like an evasive lancer
Tell the world these words
And you'll see yourself more colorful
I'm much more healthy than the toxins you're consuming
Just let me inside your heart, soul and mind
I'm not an invader
I'm here to soften the hardened soul that tries to keep everyone away
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
I've got to ask myself
Is it real?
You love me, and I
haven't told you the deal
When I think, I sigh
just keep spinnin' the wheel
It's been a minute
or a milenia
Who's to tell
my mind of mania
It's an awkward answer
to your question within
Just like a lancer
I have to win
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
The thing that we all dread, the conversation of condemnation
When a family member may take a permanent vacation
Leave from this world into one that is new
And when you think of your memories, there are too few
Many people joke and describe something as being cancer
The thing that kills more than a medieval lancer
The thing that is found in my family members
I wish I could give it back with a stamp “return to sender”
Please don't let this take more of my family
Noone else should be ****** you see
All of them are great and dear to my heart
Most have been in my life right since the start
But this man is one I haven't known for long
But he's still my family so let me note in this song
I love you, and I don't want you to go
But I don't want pain to be the last thing you know
So I hope that at the end, whether it's death or healing
That the only thing in your heart, is the love you should be feeling
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Why am I here?
Why are you not?
Is that answer sincere?
It is and isn’t, just a thought
You may ask who is who, in this scenario
Well, I’m you and you’re me
Like audio on a stereo
I’m someone you’ll never see
I’m the answer to all
But the question to none
A slip in the crack as you may recall
Although my words weigh a ton
A question may appear for you to answer
Remember the right words
Or are you more of a free lancer
Don’t forget to catch every herd
Why am I here?
Why are you?
Was the answer sincere?
Or was it not true
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
Fifi s'est réveillé. Dès l'aube tu m'as dit
Bonjour en deux baisers, et le pauvre petit
Pépia, puis remit sa tête sous son aile
Et tut pour le moment sa gente ritournelle.
Ici je te rendis pour les tiens un baiser
Multiforme, ubiquiste et qui fut se poser
De la plante des pieds au bout des cheveux sombres
Avec des stations aux lieux d'éclairs et d'ombres,
Un jeu (car tu riais) ridiculement doux,
Et, brusque, entre les tiens je poussai mes genoux,
Tôt redressé sur eux et, penché vers ta bouche,
Fus brutal sans que tu te montrasses farouche,
Car tu remerciais dans un regard mouillé
C'est alors que Fifi, tout à fait réveillé,
Le mignon compagnon ! comparable aux bons drilles
Que le bonheur d'autrui ne fait pas envieux,
Salua mon triomphe en des salves de trilles
Que tout son petit cœur semblait lancer aux cieux.
Il sautillait, fiérot, comme un gars qui se cambre,
Acclamant un vainqueur justement renommé,
Et l'aurore éclatant aux carreaux de la chambre
Attestait sans mentir que nous avions aimé.
292
Some stories are more true than others
This may be one of them
Or it may be another
Some bend the line
Between fiction and fact
I detract……
Believe it or not,
Back before the world began
Before you were you
And I was me
We created the world
The way
We wanted it to be
So don’t be so proud of all your degrees
Because you created you
The way I wanted you to be
You decided where you would live
What you would do
All the experiences you would go through
I’d tell you this is a fable
And that’s one reality
If you were only able
To understand
You’re under an umbrella
Of insanity
Or could that be me
Fear not, Sir Lancelot
Your truth lancer
Is just a fantasy dancer
She’s never coming for you
Is that what you want her to do
You should never believe a fantasy dancer
Did you ever hear the riddle
Or was it a conundrum
About the two brothers
One always told the truth
And one always told a lie
How to tell the difference
It really wasn’t necessary
I’ll tell you why
hmmm
I forget the point I was going to make
Something about what is true
And what is fake
Yes, I think that was it.
So while you were planning
To do everything right
I was escaping into the night
The streets were lit in incandescent light
Nocturnal prowlers of the twilight
We too were hoping to get it right
Living under the shroud of night
Rising as the sun is setting
Bed wetting
Corset letting
Underground abetting
Courter’s of midnight insights
But in the end
Even the darkness was so bright
One gets tired of the artificiality
Self-imposed marginality
And decides to come into the light.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC