"limousines" poems
Of recent stories, i’m told our moon was the largest. i denied fact as truth, as is so often used. i wrote a report filled with errors only a universe could make and killed time for old time’s sake.
but the buried limousines have somehow grown into trees where crows drink wine, and talk of future times where their only worry will be which way to glide to empty their minds.
but talking to the doctor today, he was convinced of impeding biological holocaust - where bodies pile up as your vision is lost - and all along you were the fastest crook, spending money like time, and quicker than you took it.
my vagrancy knows of great discord, the kind my mind mutates into a reward but the last vision of a dead knights sword is the exterior of the universe after all our inner wars.
vapors collide in one last goodbye of both our love and time. i breathe your lips for one last eclipse and forget all the reasons why. we’ll meet again, on the run - towards the sun, but not with everyone.
my mind goes blank
with every breath of mine
that you take
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;
And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds,
The farthings and sovereigns,
And dark-clothed children at play
Called after kings and queens,
The tin advertisements
For cocoa and twist, and the pubs
Wide open all day--
And the countryside not caring:
The place names all hazed over
With flowering grasses, and fields
Shadowing Domesday lines
Under wheat's restless silence;
The differently-dressed servants
With tiny rooms in huge houses,
The dust behind limousines;
Never such innocence,
Never before or since,
As changed itself to past
Without a word--the men
Leaving the gardens tidy,
The thousands of marriages,
Lasting a little while longer:
Never such innocence again.
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I think the end is mine to write (Cry For You, September)
Tell me darlin’ where do we begin? (Feel Good Drag, AnBerlin)
And if I die baby just know that I never got over you (Clocks Remix, Tito Lopez ft. Coldplay)
I’ll never give myself to another like I gave it to you (Rehab, Rihanna)
Cause anything worth my love is worth a fight (I’m Free, Kenny Loggins)
You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling (Sugar Sugar, Baby Bash ft. Frankie J)
Why deny it? It cannot wait I’m yours (I Won’t Say I’m In Love, Hercules) (I’m Yours, Jason Mraz)
Why don’t you sit right down and stay awhile? (Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?, She and Him)
We can share a cigarette cause we’re both fools (Yesterday, Atmosphere)
I can’t believe that’s what you said, I wonder am I sick? (Disco, Metro Station)
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me (Soundtrack 2 My Life, KiD CuDi)
Nothin’ heard nothin’ said, can’t even speak about it (Disturbia, Rihanna)
Cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even (Breakeven, The Script)
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore (The Fear, Lily Allen)
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore (The Fear, Lilly Allen)
Take me to all that we had, the good and the bad (Never Forget You, Lupe Fiasco ft. John Legend)
These tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refuse to fall (Crooked Teeth, Death Cab For Cutie)
This is the way it’s really going down, is this how we say goodbye? (What Goes Around, J.T.)
Know that you could set the world on fire (Walking On Air, Kerl)
If you are strong enough to leave your doubt (Walking On Air, Kerl)
But baby, you make me better (You Make Me Better, Ne Yo ft. Fabulous)
And it makes me feel so fine I can’t control my brain (Island in the Sun, Weezer)
I keep on runnin’ and nothin’ helps, I can’t get away from you (Erase Me, KiD CuDi ft. Kanye West)
We can’t rewind now, we’ve gone too far (The Internet Killed the Video Star, The Limousines)
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you (Reflections, Atmosphere)
No matter where I am, no matter what I do, I’m always coming back home to you (Always Coming Back Home to You, Atmosphere)
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
****** window screens and
Spray-painted limousines
Broken fingernails
Collecting dust in water pails
Chewed mosquito bites,
Lurking men of the night
Procession of death,
Headaches and shortness of breath
Physical or mental abuse,
Which road will you choose?
Abstinence with a keyhole of trust,
Unknown of love, engulfed in lust
Short distance and reoccurring sunsets,
a sunrise of jealously paired with eternal fret
Frustration, confusion, nothing less,
Hope is lost as you fail that test
Life mirrors’ a repetitive game
No purpose just filled with hallow halls and shame
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
Starlight shines from limousines
On the streets of Monte Carlo
But I'd prefer a cup of tea
In a caff with Gary Barlow.
He'd draw inspiration from
The drabness of the venue
And weave sweet melodies around
The items on the menu.
Spreading sounds of happiness
Around the greasy spoon.
He may be a chub-a-lub
But he sure can write a tune.
I could take him back to mine
To feast on milk and cookies.
Watching pirate DVDs
In my flat above the bookies.
I would part the curtains
So the jealous neighbourhood
Saw me ****** rewarding
The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'.
He could climb atop me
Like he mounted Kilimanjaro
Everything changes forever
Once you've tasted Gary Barlow.
Down to earth despite his millions
Cuddlier than Robbie Williams.
Looking pensive in a vest,
Gary Barlow is the best.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
In dreams
he loves me ~
he looks at me with those seductive eyes
that take me on flights along emerald skies
In dreams
he touches me
and I melt with desire
his hands and his kisses light me on fire
In dreams
he takes me
on trips to France and Italy ~
we dance the night away and
dine on the finest cuisines,
sipping champagne
in chauffeured limousines
Then I awaken…
…and have to get ready for work.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
*I remember you well,
in the Chelsea Hotel
you were talkin'
so brave & so sweet.
Giving me head,
on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the streets.*
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
Not quite a teen
Land of maple syrup, winter dreams and moose
Everyone polite
Into the scene
Five star escape to fancy cars, spruced beverages and limousines
Arrived tonight
Me and cousin Simon
Lets dive in cuz I've done nothing but sit for like forever let me loose
Age hour long flight
Got your towel son?
Yes Mum see ya later be careful yes mum you're not to be out all night
Yes Mum alright
Lets be foul
Bets and dares, knock n run stitch ups, wreck past the elevator take the stairs
Switch off lights
Hello hey you, we're new wheres the pool?
Not far you'll need to go below the lobby down the hall past the breakfast bar
Turn right
There it is after all
I was first, whose that girl she's pretty like her hair dunno probbly older don't be daft
Shes a sight
Lets be bold and impress her
We'll do flips you go forward I'll go back bet mines better you're the worst who cares
Smack
Ow my head
Has it bled no its fine, i like her lips one more time with style
Splash
Nailed it
Did she see my dip did you see her, did she smile she didn't see
Smack
Jesus that hurt
Is it bleeding no it isnt, think I slipped need to jump in further to the drink
Splash
That was something
Oughta be worth a glance no chance you're a drip, oi lets fly then dont be scared
Smack again
Doesnt hurt it's fine
Its bleeding no its not dont pretend, hey look shes sorta staring with her friend
Hey whys the water pink?
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Call it stupid
But feeling not at all
Light-hearted and romantic
On St Valentine's day
I pedal off
Without thinking
And follow my front wheel
To arrive among brides and grooms
Bouquets and buttonholes
Limousines and vintage Rollers
And even a flippin’ horse-drawn carriage
As I cycle into Gretna
Marriage-Ville, UK
On St Valentine's day
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 12:51 AM UTC
Kings
As choristers we saw them
Regularly in their black
Limousines, their aides
Carrying gifts for display
In the royal apartments.
Kings, whose gait spoke
Of the heavy matters of state,
bent grey heads
To converse with the Majesty,
A small woman in a pale green coat
Carrying a large handbag
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
basorexic beauty
truck limousines for hire
I use the rain to
drive away
& I still can't calm
the fire
nestled deep within
my sigh
let's sleep beneath
Louisiana sky
I'll sing to you in
French
as we walk down
Bourbon Street
we'll dance our way
into Metairie
until we cannot find
our feet
amongst the life
within the
night
& we'll rest underneath
warm Southern
starlight
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
The whole city is dry
Dust collects around the feet of skeletons who rest against the streetlamps
Drunken schoolboys ride down the side walk
Swaying back and forth to unknown music
Like a dandelion in the moonlight
****** packs of dogs roam the streets
Looking for a corpse
Licking the bones clean
Buildings rise tall and white
A row of teeth gnashing together against the light
The ****** moon is ashamed at the beauty
Now rusted and broken
Long legs that step from torn black limousines
Tall women in ripped black dresses
Sway hips in the hot summer night
Hair standing on end at the thought of alcohol
******* raddled coat checker
Watches with a cigarette
Dangling from his lips
White blazer splashed with mud
On his left shoulder
There I was
Slinking down the back alley
Looking for a store bought life
Long lost in some war
Maybe it is the call of the jazz club
Dying on the corner
Or my hand locked to a paper bag
I got from the gas station
Maybe it was clouds
Laughing at me
I am jealous of their freedom
As the float past me
Pointless as a puddle
I stepped into the gutter
Black water to my ankle
Knee deep in depression
But the air was warm
Lights danced like candles down the winding street
Who knows where I’m going
I don’t seem to mind
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
I think I first met the Devil
on a long dark highway.
I was hitch hiking and he was going my way.
He wore the cleanest suit I've ever seen,
but drove such a ****** up truck.
Said that he was in between limousines and I said
**"That's just my luck, my life is a **** everyday she gets ******
And he laughed until he gasped and he grasped at his chest
then he asked if he could have one of my last cigarettes.
I said
**"Actually stranger, I don't get down like that.
These are packed with the bang of that cool BOOM-BAP!."**
His lips were
t h i n
and twisted in the most devilish grin.
Just when I smiled back at him he said
"I know who you are, and, who you were back then. Don't you remember me friend? With no laces in your issues and your fist got misused, so come on let's be honest. What are you into? There's got to be something that tempts you."
**"Man plenty of **** do. But I don't let it affect me you could have said it directly now you're only here to infect me so, I'll just be on my way if you let me."**
He told me
"Tony, see it's not that easy, there are no free rides in these times and we've already gone about three miles. So what's it going to be? Your heart, your soul, or your sanity?"
The moral of my story is just, you must, be careful who you trust.
Even Lucifer was an angel once.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
We're as fake as the plastic melting under our skin
The collective imagination of a societal binge
Our beauty is a mask, a lie told to us by magazines
The product of industrial dreams, all fantastic schemes
We live in a Barbie Doll world, where we worship fake *******
We lift weights at Gold's Gym while we pound our huge chests
We know nothing of true beauty, under the façade of the Glossy
Eight by Ten
We cover our blemishes and we can't even be comfortable in our own skin
We are infatuated with the surface, skin deep, lustful of the pretenses
Our masks hide our vulnerabilities and our true intent
While reality is crumbling at our feet and we hide beneath a veneer of
A glossy face shot, the airbrushed images on the cover-girl-poster-boy-pin-up centerfold
We've lost sight of the aged and the gifts they hold
Celebrities ride around in window tinted limousines, so they can't be seen but we're so pretty that we have to preen
The paparazzi all want the next shot for the next scandal but they airbrush that too
We are so busy believing the lies that we have become afraid of the truth
Camera's are as ubiquitous as grass and our privacy is all but laughable while our smiles aren't genuinely affable
We post pictures of ourselves on Facebook, yet our self esteem could use a second look
We talk each other up and beat each other down, but we're keeping it onehundred while hiding a frown
We've become fast paced and slow witted, we're breaking the seams that our families knitted
We place beauty on a pedestal and worship at its alter, but we fail to foster true beauty in our children and wonder why they falter
We listen to society and shun our parents, our role models have become degenerates
We allow our little girls to dress like tramps and wear makeup and our little boys don't respect them and treat them like toys
And we wonder why they cut themselves
We pay movie stars and football players millions so we can entertain ourselves
But we can't pay our teachers enough to educate the masses
yet it's okay to collect a check and sit on our *****
And our troops don't have the armor they need because of our self indulgent greed
We forget about the little guy as we climb the corporate ladder to survey the sky at the top
But when the **** goes down, we can't pick up a mop
We won't lift a finger to lend a hand because we're so afraid of our fellow man
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
Black Friday sales and Christmas deals;
Hot on the next bargain’s trail,
Itching to fill the void the heart feels.
Transactions and agreements,
Trappings, false achievements.
Welcome to the era of the shopping mall;
This is where your dreams hop off to die,
This is their final port of call.
Everything and everyone is a commodity;
Barcoded, plastic-wrapped merchandise,
Categorisation for you and your progeny.
If money doesn’t germinate from its seed,
If it does not clothe and feed,
Then it is not something we need.
We are a philistine’s wet dream.
We strive to achieve the American scheme;
Delusional and overworked, about to scream,
Believing all of us can be billionaires forever,
As the planet grows hungry and lean.
Or, believing some deserve yachts and limousines,
That some should starve,
Whilst others gorge themselves on fine cuisines.
Believing that society should be divided in layers,
Assuaging our guilt with thoughts and prayers,
When instead, we could have just refrained from leaving others behind.
When everything becomes a commodity,
Art for the sake of making it becomes an oddity.
Poets retire their pens,
And painters put down their brushes -
Apathy and despair fog the lands,
Like irradiated wind corrupting everything it touches.
Singers go quiet, actors go numb;
Musicians will riot, orators will be struck dumb.
When our own turn on us, tell us to get “a real job”,
When “job creators” are done calling us “lazy slobs”,
None of us will be around to point out the irony.
We will go extinct, a dying breed, finally gone;
Life will be succinct, the greedy will have won.
Slay your kings and queens, or remain a pawn.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Her life was magazines
And reality tv.
Selling a far fetched dream.
Her carbs and calories,
She watches so serene
To make the silver screen.
The price tag so obscene,
Weighs heavy on her mind.
And it dug out all of her insides
Til she was a ghost in a shell.
Since she was just fourteen.
She had nothing but dreams
To reach the hollywood scene.
From fame and limousines,
A man boasting a ring,
And everything in between.
The future can't be seen
Weighs heavy on her mind
And it dug out all of her insides
Created her hell.
We hear her crying late at night
Because nothing is going right.
She still hopes and she prays
For the life of a celebrity.
Under the smog of L.A.
The story always replays
Of finding her fantasy.
It slowly drifts away.
There's nothing left to say
It weighed her down
And it dug out everything she was
Now she is just a hollow shell.
A perfect tragedy.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
limousines arrive
flashes of exorbitance
a child scrounge for food
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
No tears will fall
No sad songs sung
No heads hung in despair,
No black limousines
Or flower wreaths
People just won’t care.
No poems read
or candles burned
No flags lowered halfway.
For everyone who’s still alive,
it’s just another day.
No flowered cards of sympathy
Or condolences to be shared,
No crying faces tagged on Instagram
Because no one really cares.
You'll leave this world as you came in
cold and all alone.
A pale, lifeless, skinbag
Filled with blood and guts and bones.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
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Nov 23, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
*When I become electricity I'll
need hashish to complete my
wiring
A schematic of pills and liquor
for my quest to soar higher
For in my days trapped in flesh ,
emotion revealed my ignorance
Trust was a spring loaded trap that
bit my ankles repeatedly
Benevolence was a pit viper coiled
in the weeds
Women were my downfall with ploys and tricks
Promises revealed themselves as fleas spreading disease
I stumbled upon a capital city which turned
out to be a movie set
Contractors from the four corners of Earth were
busy filling it with fake furniture , mannequins made of
wood and plastic limousines
Gunfire led me back to reality that evening
Doberman pinschers exposed their teeth with
unmitigated anger* ..
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
“Come in and sit down”
said the celluloid voice,
smooth as silk.
Cautiously I stepped
through the TV screen,
to take my place.
“I will show you a world”
it continued,
“That bears no relation
to what you consider as
REALITY.”
The air around electrified,
as the set was powered to life.
Beautiful bodies playing on a beach,
running into the foaming sea;
sun ripening skin, bleaching hair;
Then, from nowhere a can appears,
elixir of every surfer, sun worshipper.
Somewhere in the distance
a distinctive throaty roar,
the romantic throb of a Harley;
ridden by a pair of jeans
giving identity to,
some muscular male *****
A dream of America
and freedom.
Slow moody blues solo
hangs in the air;
a guitar talking to a journeyman,
familiar but not remembered.
Every note sustained, holding breath,
then carried by a riff
from a bottle of bourbon.
Outside the set
beautiful bodies are burning up,
through a hole in the ozone.
(Too many limousines and Harleys)
The alcoholic looks on, wide eyed,
trying to see a way in,
really believing there is one.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Ok so I look at the world differently
Well i didn't see it until the age of a three
Gun smoke **** tokes tire chirps
Glimpse of slavery excerpt
Still a black still a black
Looking at the scene street hustler
Wearing baggy jeans
We don't see the president in the hood with limousines
Still a black still black
Money posin' my ambition is posin'
With properties finally gotta piece of monopoly
Huh still a black yeah still a black
Now they claim them love blacks
But when we speak onviews that attack
Our neighborhoods they don't want to hear that
Its like placing myself facing a gat from front to back
Yeah they still scared of brutal facts
They say life forblacks started on slaveships
Ha the first ship was name Jesus
Got our minds chipped
Preceded into a courtsmanship
But I broke the relationship
Its funny how everything is a ship
Notice that
Ha still a black still a black
Now we thinking we came far
Cuz we gotta money flexing holding it up next to a car
One thot two thots
Thinking they came up when they about to drop
Y'all can have the props I'll got for the stocks wait stop??
But you still a black still a black
Black history is always a mystery
When it comes to reality in actuality
They worked us to fatality
Muscles detached from the bone
So why they wonder why we gotta reason for insanity you see
Generational curses past down to the next one
Still against the school system cuz it makes us dumb
Still a black still a black
They teach us to hate ourselves ***** hair don't care I'm still a glare
In the midst of dark sun
Energizin my powers soon to devour
Negativty that's tries to showers
Over me lord have mercy on these
Hypocrites talking ****
About me yeah i dont care about money
Cuz it's ficiticious you see financially
We In the matrix why cuz they stay playing tricks
Wake up get out your sentiment
You still a black still a black
I used to be hungry for money but now I'm hungry for knowledge
Never starve my mind out
I carved out my success well I'm still looked to be less (bless)
Inside of a curse worse to worse
You don't think you gotta atone for all them stones ya white ancestors birth
You still a black still a black
Now this ain't start no race war but I know war
When I see it better believe it
Its the trinity dieties speaking to me
Creativity
At it's finest your royal highness
Its funnyhow they don't like blacks
But every culture copies blacks
Hhhhahahaha still a Black still a black
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC