"lude" poems
.
**•i've depleted my font,
my creative well•for each
day passed, with a story to tell
•staining white and barren land-
scapes•by sculpting my words into
myriad shapes•from factory fumes to
a wedding ring•an ominous tombstone
to a flash of lightning•an hourglass to track
elapsing time•the untold story behind a loved**
nursery rhyme• |
with this i conc- |
lude my 30 day run o
•it's been quite a stretch but
all in good fun•rest assured that
more will come when the time is
right•for now i'll turn off my
bedside lamp and bid
you all a goodnight•
.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Yes we did we went out to Phil's
and horked down a meal of fat
not for the old as it'd prolly ****
that's just a matter of fact
Juicy burgers and moist buns
filled with meat and with cheese
no greater feast under the sun
so we ate it quick as you please
We followed it up with Amy's ice cream
creamy and full of the best
something she'd never eaten or seen
putting too shame all the rest
Back at her place
we rolled and we played
we did things that have never been done
Settled our hungers
and settled our moods
our bodies we teased as we sung
I know it's so rude and crude
as she screamed at the top of her voice
beneath her sheets all steamy and lude
"I'm so **** creamy and juicy and moist"
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
let’s get high
make out
take a lude
lay back
enjoy
the effect
kiss me
**** me
savor
the euphoria
of drugs
and ***
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 7:29 PM UTC
Eight-
In a general store,
the middle of nowhere.
I stared at toys,
oblivious to the stranger too close.
A hand on my backside,
a rub and squeeze.
The cops huffed,
'are you sure it wasn't an accident?'
'Is it really that important?'
Suddenly I knew shame.
Twelve-
Last day of school,
cornered in an empty classroom
by my lifelong bully.
He tore my pink shirt,
grabbed me where Trump would have.
My father helped.
Did what he could.
Told me it wasn't my fault.
But the teacher,
a male who never liked my voice,
groaned in private,
'this will ruin that poor boys life.'
But what about me?
Sixteen-
A class full of people,
feeling pretty as a rare treat.
A boy with a knife
sitting too close,
hand inching up my thigh.
A malicious smile
with a dangerous whisper,
'spread your knees.'
I never told,
It had hardly mattered before.
But that's the last time
I wore a skirt to school.
Eighteen-
The officer taking my prints
made me cringe as he lingered.
His compliments made me shudder
but I told myself I was paranoid.
Leading me to a cell
he offered me a private room
leering as he mentioned
I wouldn't feel alone.
I almost laugh now
at his offer to pay me with juice.
But a year later at the hearing
his lude claims were loud enough
for everyone to hear.
A court room full of people
heard him brag about things
he never did.
Only one person shut him down
without even a word.
Simply a glare of digust
that I was too scared to give.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
We talk about equality, honesty and candor,
dream of unity between *** and gender,
Though men can be ******* uncouth and crude.
It’s not just men that express lude desires,
Women too light their own fires.
A world full of wankers!
all love making goo.
I shouldn’t say it! Why?
It’s still a social taboo!
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Forcibly removing wisps from fruit soaked heads.
Curling into melted breakfast.
Willing to line the lateral.
Cracked soup pouring, selfish.
Grinding halt in whole old text.
Pre-youth in use lost in chronos.
Trigger a lament looped put new, lude.
Masses of self-titled separation.
Entangled in sandstone, origin archaic.
Natural disaster of a birth-right in shards.
Trees growing limbs in lungs producing rust.
Forever dystopian dust in rungs of a ladder.
First hurt by ascending sequential first love.
Content with enough abrupt living daylights.
Apex green latex sunrise painting me from inside my blood.
Obtuse.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
I'm just telling you man to man,
I don't know what was in your plan,
But I know she told me,
That you ain't nothing on me,
So listen here my homie,
You might as well leave.
No she doesn't want you,
Nothing you can do is brand new,
From a cliff your love it's over,
She's just glad she ain't conceive.
Glad she ain't conceive,
Glad she ain't conceive,
How or when she has a baby,
She's just glad it ain't your seed.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
A gentle vision, that,
The girl who stabbed me with a stiletto-
Half lucid entangle, enforced, but not pleaded,
Such expense at the offer of a lude game conceded.
Tense hours wandering, unlaundered and restless,
to the ripe desert fruit, found snared and defenseless;
felled by the brute who enforced vanity.
The frigid and harmless might stand to agree.
Now rigid in darkness, at the face of your palm-
two islands are bridged. Awaken embalmed!
Silence, abridged like the unclaimed draw sweat
splattered in the fallout of our budding duet.
A matter, devout; raconteur be concise.
But no pestilent drawrings of a frail soul suffice.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:07 AM UTC
Clock ticking, winter
Feb lude
February lude
Purgatory/snow/ inbetween spring and slush
Forget this caterwauling city
Sever the only ties left get on with it but still
Drawn out slow and sleekly
Like the sound of hair clipping
It keeps slipping out of my fingers
You, us
"the beginning of the end"
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold
Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business
And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure
And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
An oval
lude in
the hair
of platitude
with just
an air
to ginger
his tea
O madly
in the
sands of
a stump
sure meme
that gladly
fornicate him
but a
sound view
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
I am an anarchist
a feminist
an abolitionist
I am out spoken
I am afrade
I stew in the messes that I have made
I am cynical
I am cautions
I am a pessimist
I am nauseous
I am unorganized
I am unwilling
and these clothes are all ill fitting
I am crude, rude, lude
and am in the most terrible mood
I am depressed
I am a mess
I dont think I could hate my self less
I am free
I am caged
I present my self on stage
I care
I am aware
I lack lengths of hair
I sing
and I shout
but in nothing particular about
I write poems on occasion
but never anything to amazin'
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Lude voices in perpetual ricochet,
peaceful vibrations drowned out by war drums,
rocks of love dropped down by trebuchet,
yet we gather behind our walls and guns,
so many ideas float without proper inflection,
a sea of words from all of history past,
the pool so still it sits without reflection,
to jump and dive in without a thought but your last,
the cool, blue waters whispering chills on your skin,
sensitive nerves shivering and shutting down,
allowing a breath and taking it all in,
absorbing the ether and wearing the crown,
then taking it off and joining the long swim.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
I STAND FOR PEACE
I am an instrument of peace
I preach peace so dont have blow me off like a flute
But I know these gees leaving a high life will wanna blow me off like am a kush
Shushhhh
Shushhh to these bodied Able men who don't mind Killing their brothers like Cain
I stand for peace so let peace Reign
What is the joy in causing a fellow pain?
In the name of politics our brains even cease to work and we act like Zombies, [Blood thirsty]
Our leaders don't mind seeing the nation in chaos and the blood of the natives popping like Champagne cos they wanna win a championship game...
****
If so then I guess our leaders are "Game boys" they wanna offer us as sacrifice so they could hit a "control".
Control? Our red, yellow, green don't even work, we are too wise to be manipulated like lude dice.
This should be the our motive our loyalty shouldn't be bought at any price
We stand for peace we not in support of any vice
Let those with ears listen to this advice
We cannot be used as bait we are not mice
I choose a piece of peace cos I don't want to hide
Peace
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
lost in a distant existent with dipshits making all ways hip and lude news rules blues song are now abused to take the mind sway and grind for they have lost sight of the most Divine a crime my flesh entwine with stress hexed with *** and got them sticks to build myself a house out in the acres of wherever land find myself losing my mind because the dimes lust seems forever man holding sands of time within my hand as my mind thinks that the girl with that behind and fine boosam will come and touch him in lust again I am lost again my friend my head is said to hold all types of bread
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Forgetting I am fugitive.
A new scar on your soul.
All the heartbreak I stand to inflict
The sirens beg.
Choking.
For the understanding below paling flesh.
A spoonful of sugar over this fantasy.
Brown blood pressures the cell's telephone calls.
That word is mistaken.
The lies to bring sunset into sunrise.
When the capital fails and the rest is wax. my search can stall.
O' and bone, oil and bone. This luxury tinned. Beat warm, earn the warning.
Lude rests and he sleeps and he falls into me.
Fall asleep sutured life.
Wake a corpse in the graveyard.
A scar to shine bold.
No jewelry to tell my troubles with.
A skirt nests between zero and one.
Cinder block or wood. My back arches. My back twists. The bed shadows my guilt. Waving and flapping above my head.
Donate your own home. Your wounds for the increase in volume. Guilt watches the river and trembles.
Forgotten anchor.
For the mass has replaced you.
The last transmission.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
(Pre-lude)
(Talking)I see you moving on and it hurts, but I know it's my fault, could've done better... should've tried harder... I'm a better person now ... I love you...and I'm sorry for everything...I never meant to hurt you...
(Verse 1)
Moving real fast we jumped right into it, moving real fast no questions ask, please be mine I'm lonely,
Change myself for you, I'm not perfect but I'll make myself everything you need, just give me a chance I'm begging for your love. Come back to me, come back, where are you, I'm asking myself is this destiny, no I think it's just me, pretty ****** up in the head, please don't yell at me I might just get anxiety, just like variety I might switch up on you, I'm mad, I'm sad and I'm bad.
(Verse 2)
Marching on with bipolar disorder I'mma soilder, tonka tuff, but I get a little overwhelmed when you talk to me, dunno what to say I freeze, got told to just be me, But all I see, is everything I will never be, anxiety, ******* with my mc when I step on the mic, I try to spit it, but ocd making me go craz-y gotta rhyme every single ******* line, gotta say everything on time otherwise noones gonna like it, it's gotta have the flow, gotta sound hella dope.
(Verse 3)
Being in love with you is kinda bad for my health, I hide my feelings cause I don't wanna talk about it undercover stealth...
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Be a man, reflect myself as authority at any point I can, be strong and assertive aggressive insert anger into everything I am.
Be a man, make every women around be scared, with my Hetero ****** nature flared and disrespect every love who ever cared.
Be a man, treat women like trophies and power as breath, never meet eye to eye but see her heart blocked by ******* never be weak or flawed and never be torn apart, make sure every other man knows how much a man I am right from the start.
Be a man, don't enjoy art unless it can be used to fool girls to think I have a caring attitude, be slave to **** and seek *** out like food, **** as much as I can **** never be a ***** Be lude and rude and exude nothing but a constant raw need for my needs to be for-filled, that I am here to ensure by my act every woman is thrilled.
Understand there is no line between competition and compensation of another's care or careful caressing, touch whoever I want without their blessing, make sure no girl can pass without your eyes ********** and I'm guessing that every girl should instantly know how great and unique I am. But none of this is offensive, derogatory or degrading, I'm just being a man.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
I've known a man after but a glance
I've cured my loneliness with just one word
And if the universe and all it's whims would chance
I would abandon this world
"That would be a lonely existence"
Yes quite peaceful
"What is you resistance"
I've had a stomach full
Of talk
Of small talk
Of all this trivial talk
All these intrusive people just annoy me
They stomp about with opinion in mind
And spout it upon anyone they see
Oh the deplorable people I seem to find
I see them staring, their tongue burning all the while
They want to enter with me in conversation
They breath into the air, and their breath defiles
Oh please think of conservation
I don't mean to be rude
But what you have to say bores me
Calm down, take a lude
And let it be
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Playing sax in the
entry way to
hospital-calming-green-ceramic tiled public showers at Venice Beach
With truest imaginable singin'-in-the-showers acoustic response
You're there. Explore. You can't break nothing. Jus' do
Be do be do sings the sax you can
Imagine
The rest.
Questive, eh? Holy separate day. Live and learn.
Here a little there a little first step here first step there
Right right right don't get up tight
Jesus it's that cab fare with Fred Newton telling it
Never mind. You had to be there, then.
Cell-splitting, we mentioned that right? That is real where I am. Is it real where you are?
Fine-tuning, yes,
fine squared like one extremely fine frequency at the speed of
Light squared
By birth, nat-ive-ure-hol-y-istic tuned
In you
Forever
Can you hear me now? God is. That is all now. Listen.
Still.
Still? How long?
That long.
How far?
From here to where? Or
When, one may suppose, I suppose, so any one may.
To the first position, past first, turn and go the other way
an other way.
Who knows? If one is lost, here every one begins finding and finding forever.
We never stop,
But we rest. True rest. I think that is the idea trust is built on.
True rest. The Platonic Ideal upon which trust among men is formed.
"there remains a rest for the people of light and substance"
Start here.
This can't be the beginning. Ohkeh?
Here then, at the period.
Starting over too late is common, fret not.
Ye know what? I t makes no difference who you are when you wish upon a star.
That is alluding, right? All lude and no work, in sin you wait.
Wake up. Look around. You remember getting into this book.
And now, this book is is all there ever is.
Summertime and the livin' is
Ease-ie.
I found my page, oh
my chapter, oh, more,
my volume in life's book. Fancy meeting you.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC