"lazers" poems
Batman, Superman, Iron Man to I cant fly I can not turn blue?
Captain America, Wolverine, Flash, I cant shoot lazers from my eyes or be there in a dash.
X-men, Watchmen, Xavier too, im not from krypton or mutated from a Zoo.
Im not another hero I was rasied as a zero, through words I can inspire and now retire.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
You wanna be a cool kid,
But your not a cool kid.
You wanna be a winner, but you've never won before.
You wanna see the real world, but you've never lived before.
Disco ball above your head,
Lazers, lights, the beat in your head.
You wanna be a cool kid, but your not made for this.
You wanna be a cool kid, but your not cool kid.
Dreams come true, but not for you.
Love is real, but you can't deal.
The perfect life is real,
But your not cool enough.
You wanna be cool,
You wanna break all the rules.
You can't be cool because your not a cool kid.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
It is art that oils the moving parts of me
the free flowing nectar in the seed of me,
art in ******* tips and the half full skips,
the 'tramps' that ship the coal around the coast.
I play host to the wonder of words that make up the rhyme,
more 'fog on the Tyne'
the lowlands and highlands within these Islands and bridges to cross,
It is art in the heart and what we see with the eyes,love it,despise it,ignore or get wise to it,
everywhere I look, I see that someone took time,moulded , transformed it and changed forever this world a bit
and every bit helps.
My fingers are lazers ,blazing out art,starting to burn in every sentence that turns and turning to light,
gutters that utter to me prophecies and in the pharisees I see only samaritans who give
salute to the pimps and the prostitutes,the Kings and the courtiers,those who buy and who sell,who are
milled in the gin of it,the thin and the quick of it,tied to the wheel in the cockpit and spitting out what could be me for the hell of it.
I see art in the faces that stare blankly,to flicker at screens in store windows,art in the glow of the cigarette end,in the bending of imagination, where salvation is palmed off to an ungrateful nation as corn from the candyclouds,art in the female,the he man, the mail man,the banter of cantors,the whispers of sisters the sadness,the badness,the joy and the gladness is there,
out looking to share,insiders,
outsiders,lone wolfstate riders and in pairs or in threes all looking to please,
street paintings,feint bread lines on fences,dull
brush strokes on brickstock
unlock your mind
find your
art.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
Trippin and falling, high like i can’t touch the ground proper
im stallin and falling like prophetic time stoppers
so stop!
and watch a television show, because when it comes to us you just can’t know
inside the body, outside of time, shulgin synthesized drugs parody the mind.
seen black holes ebb and flow, but you think you on a ro’?
Put on ZINNs shews and check the news
HEADLINE TONIGHT:
PSYCHONAUGHTS PREACHING TO THE MASSES
FROM THE pew pew pews….
our lazers are in favor
ignite the light,
PEW@!
mind blown dead slaver.
2) Silence as my psyche gets psychedelically psychonaugtic, toppin my minds eye-conic depiction of psychotropics, an ocean of dreams, im sailing through thoughts, so potent it seems, l on the drop, this is some psycho-logic……
3)…..Naughty nautic. Sailing through waves of rhymes, try to , but when it comes to the jugger-or-naught, you can’t stop it.
so we dreadlock the dreadnaught just so god can fill the hair lock,
fall from the sky, slow down and reverse this verse,
cause there is no up or down, just forward or rewound,
straight
****** LOGIC
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Euphoria descends
when bass waves pound
feel myself ascending higher
despite two feet on the ground
eclectic, we are connected
children of the night
swaying in a lovely
conglomerating haze
obliterating the dust collected
from everyday life
i feel it with every fibre
every molecule, electrified
its like i've died and woken
found myself inside
heaven on earth?
sensory overload
no shortage of feel good vibes
lazers flash, colors strobe
front, left, center, right I see
smiling faces, warm embraces
never want to come down
my heart is in the movement
the music embedded in my soul
undeniable
i've found
paradise
and i still bask
in it's afterglow
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
The huge bird tattoo on her
Back burns like lazers when
Her skin gets warm,
And I, a human radiator
Favouring a sub-zero bedroom
And thin covers not to
Burn an imprint of myself upon
The sheets,
Massage heavy lotion onto her
Cringing canvas, occasionally
Kissing that phoenix rising from
The ashes of her history of
Colder lovers.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
I woke up one morning and I was sad
That's how I remember it happening
The next day everyone's eyes had Lazers and I was always the target
I went to bed and woke up
And went to bed and woke up
And everyday I woke up sad
It was scary at the time
I didn't know what jumped inside me, but voices I heard in the halls would echo themselves around my ankles and my toes just felt this constant need to wiggle
Id have moments where the World flipped itself around and around and then landed normal again
It happened in a day. One day.
I woke up
And I was crazy
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
It is a four way intersection
With no street lights.
An unlit cigarette
It is a car
with no headlights
No taillights
No signals at all
It is a hearth
with no fire.
It is no television
It is a chruch
with no windows.
An unlit candle
It is a stage
with no spotlight
It is a rave
with no lazers
It is an uncharged cell phone
It is never having a cell phone
It is crowding to watch an aura boreailois
With nothing in the sky
It is starless nights
It is a storm
With no lightning
It is a ship sailing to land in a storm
With no light house to guide them.
It is naked and safe
It is surrounded by dark
Surrounded by snow
Surrounded by spirits
It is grey eyes
that don't look back
they look through you
Into the light.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
We have ourselves a dogfight, in
Elysium.
Where the daylight shoots rays like lazers against the darkness.
Until all is covered in light.
The snow is tears, the winter goes cold, and freezes over.
The mirror reflects endless eyes shone.
It is the infinite overture, that humanity imitates.
It is like your bodies the wooden bars, and your minds the inmates…
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC