"middleman" poems
I've never felt so dumb
You made me feel awful, awful, awful and so **** dumb
I've never felt so naive
Like a fiddle that has been played
Using me as a sort of middleman
to cause your loved one pain
Using me so sporadically
You are clearly insane
Innocent Bystander
take advantage of me
a little kindness
take advantage of me
I should have read the warning signs
There must have been an omen in the sky
How could I not hear the sirens
over your deliberate silence
Innocent Bystander
take advantage of me
what could go wrong
take advantage of me
assuming the best
take advantage of me
You took advantage of me
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
You've gone slack
You stare in your compact
Putting lipstick on
You feel you've won
On the run
When he wakes up alone
He's gonna call you on the phone
He's gonna get the busy tone
Cause youre tryin to talk down your middleman
On the high and heavy price
You say you feel hungry
But that's your nerves running
With your arm out the window
The radio waves come to stay
In the antenna of your brain
Daughter of a prison gaurd
Trying to act hard
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
Where are
The ecstatic saxophones that
Slung forth swank slurs of
Beauty,
The *** *** ***
Bass lines,
The snaps and snares and the
Sweet rhythm of the Night?
Music had character
And minds followed, in following
Soared.
There were no glittery vampires,
No prepubescent
Brother boy bands.
Soulful crooners never
Warbled over Alejandro,
Or the boots with the fur, with the fur.
We wrote letters and shared thoughts and ideas
And convictions.
There was no need for the techno
Middleman
To wrap our
Real thoughts in LOLs
To make opening
Up to another
More efficient.
Mass media
Gluttony drowns
America till I strain and struggle
Only to barely stay afloat
In this sea of apathy.
But you won't buy and sell my soul.
I'm not going to
Be your
Consumptive,
Quiet,
Couldn't-care-less,
I won't get in the way,
And I won't raise my voice,
Good American,
2.5 children,
Christian,
Conserva-libera-publi-crat,
Self-centered, Illiterate, Ignorant
Sheep
Only to follow the power.
**** no,
I'm mad as hell;
I want to leave the next generation
A world where
You can confess your
Love and be a man or
Love another man and have
Basic human rights, and it all
Starts in your
Mind
And your
Expression thereof.
It's the saccharine pop
Culture that has
Made free-thought unfashionable, a crime.
Art is
Revolution.
Hang
Up,
Log
Out,
Unplug and just look
At what you've let the
World become in
Letting yourself be
Little more than
A faceless source
Of merciless dollars.
Wrest free our
Culture from the
Calamitous and indifferent
Claws of rampant capitalism.
Express yourself or submit,
Stand up for a free America.
I will not be sold.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
When the night falls,
I am at my best.
I could topple from the sky for a saunter amongst the wingless owls arbitrarily.
Carrying my futile attempt on serving the sun with a contempt glance,
As I let my imagination run free like nine jockeys in one horse race.
When the night falls,
I am the captain of my own ship.
I could set my course straight to my hiding place without any further ado;
Where I'd sail to where dreams and phantasies collide until the clock strikes two.
But most importantly,
When the night falls, life isn't like crossing a palisade or walking through a horrible gale;
Life isn't like a perpetual movement of climbing up the rickety stairs or losing a bet to the middleman.
Life isn't as stilted as when I stood dead on the yawnful street or as boisterous as the crowds watching King Louis guillotined to death.
Because there is only peace.
The skies may be the blackest black; the air may be the emptiest space,
but none like the night
where I can sit and stare,
and watch as the moon and the stars
shine my way.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
I'm sick and tired of catching flak for other people's actions.
Just because I'm timid doesn't mean I have more power over other people,
it only signifies a level of discipline attained within myself.
I am tired of being lectured on behalf of others and their indiscretions;
they are not my mistakes to reconcile.
I am tired of being a middleman for the melodrama
of my fellow spoiled Americans.
I've tried to mitigate, but it only agitates both sides
so I say **** it. They're your issues now."
I hope you made good use of my efforts,
because now they shall no longer be imparted in this regard.
My patience has been abused and worn thin;
not just by others, but also by myself.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
You
could cut
the air
with a knife
it was just that thick
it had me
chewing my nails
gnawing them to
the quick.
A small voice
inside my head said
- you are not the boss of me -
No question about it
I work hard to be free.
I plan for
the worst
but I hope
for the best
born to create
I take my imagination
and put it to the test.
They say that a bad
attitude is like a flat tire
you have to change it
if you're going to get very far.
Free will,
choose the things you choose
But you just can't go pinning all
your hopes on some far away star.
As life goes and go it does,
I hold on tight and
leave my past in the dust.
I've come face to face with my demons
and lived to tell the tale,
I was backed right up against the wall
but my morality is in tact,
this cat's not for sale."
I'm alive for two reasons
yeah it's down to that.
Reason number one I was born
and two I didn't die yet.
I am no go between
it hasn't come down to that
I can't deliver what I never had
Although sometimes I have to
give my head a shake. I always remember
to give a sucker an even break.
©2013
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Someone once asked me if it was worth saving the world from destruction.
I told them no, and they asked me why.
"It seems easier to remove the middle man."
The middleman, they asked?
"Yes, the middleman."
"If the end result of life is death, then life itself is just a false reality.
What matters most isn't the journey; its the speed to the destination.
If we're all here to reach an end-product of eventually becoming deceased...
Then why delay it any longer?"
In horror, my companion refuted me.
"That's true, but really, the only thing holding us back, is just a couple of
chemicals that tell us not to die. If those were gone, would we genuinely hold
back as a species?"
They told me the social ramifications of such a reality, where everyone would
reinforce that nature socially as a taboo.
"But then, you're just ignoring the question you posed! If the point is I have
the option to deny the world rebirth, and have them move on to where we would
go after life ceases, then I'd do it. Just end the facade."
Needless to say, I was true to my word, through and through.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
It’s time once more to get
down to our small-town brunch.
We’re sharing an identical
caffeine headache but we
know that a swift combination of
dog hair and sore eye’d
stares will ****
the cures they send our way.
Today,
the menu is plagued by locust
taste, and it’s only after
we begin to recognize
drought in our speech that
the coffee comes.
Now, I know you’ve heard my spiel
about impact communication
(I have a fervent need to
talk minus the mouth as
middleman) but I’m currently
wishing for
the vivid fluidity of
talk before evaporation,
when it’s red on your tongue.
My longing’s born in
absence of such; here,
even the coffee’s dehydrated
and gray. I drink
and I dream of a summer spent
crafting paper boats out of paper
and breathing life into their
folds, sailing them
soggy in whirlpools and eddies
sorry to be seen off
too soon.
We finish our desert meal,
syrupless pancakes that
stick to the roofs of our mouths.
The bread we finish with
is stale earth. As we leave,
I imagine a return to the drained
creek. I can see now
your cracked hands
laying the disposable vessels
onto dry ground
and asking them
to float.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Caught in the middle,
I got to choose,
One has got to win,
The other is on big lose.
Try as I might,
to push this with pure guts,
Projecting scenarios,
ambience stinks like a rat.
Don't tell,
if you can't act on it.
Don't Pretend you're happy,
If it's the opposite.
Don't ever recall,
dead scenes you've giggled.
for I Have dug it's grave,
and prepared its funeral
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
The Middleman is at the start
with a fistfull of pockets.
He walks more than he talks it, with
empty hands.
Orange Peel knuckles; peeling, showing
A segmented truth. He mocks it.
Wholly revealing hisself with
waterbottle lungs,
Breathing, squeezing; knuckles popping
cracking, rabble-rousing-
The
Jenga game of a rib cage -
- sounding skeleton and shouting -
As the beating heart un-falls apart
Unprotected, Uncontained.
By what unscrutability
can a pure heart be blood-stained?
As his vain-ed cadence flows below the stone
The stone; a frame, posed.
Humble, yet reigns.
Like, the middleman comes to the end and
By God! Someone's killed the messenger, By God!
Inadvertent
Changing channels, all this
static passive
staging Battles
A rib cage match like unintended, homicidal rattles
As spinal shivers, the Middleman Delivers.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
You could cut the air
With a knife, it was just that thick
It had me chewing my nails
Gnawing them to the quick
I plan for the worst
But I hope for the best
Born to create
I take my imagination
and put it to the test
They say that a bad attitude
Is like a flat tire
You have to change it
If you are going to get very far
Free will
Choose the things you choose
But you can't go pinning all
Your hopes on some far away star
As Life goes, and go it does
I hold on tight and put my past in the dust
I have come face to face with my demons
and lived to tell the tale
I was backed right up against the wall
but my morality is in tact...
'' This cat's not for sale''.
I'm alive for two reasons
yeah, it's come down to that
Reason number one is I was born
And number two well, I didn't die yet.
I am no go between it has come down to that
I can't deliver something I never had
Although sometimes I have to give my head a shake
And always remember to give a sucker an even break.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
“...But Turkey is part of the story of Trump’s treachery. Erdogan, like Putin, Kim, and Zelensky, has learned that in the United States-- as in other authoritarian countries-- only one man really matters.”
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I wrote this after the brutal ****** of Jamal Khashoggi. I highly suspect the timing and the players of this backroom agreement:
The timing of Khashoggi's disappearance and the release of the Evangelical pastor, Brunson are not coincidental. The players were all there and the timing in place.
Here's what I think happened:
Turkey plays middleman, gets rid of bad press and high-pressure detainee, American Pastor Brunson. Saudi Arabia gets rid of its problematic critic, the newspaperman, Jamal Khoshoggi. The United States gets Pastor Brunson back plus the huge photo-op with Trump on his knees right before the election, claiming to his evangelical base, “See what I did for you? Does that buy your votes?” Everybody gets what they want, except Jamal Khoshoggi, who is tortured, killed, and dismembered in the Saudi embassy in Turkey.
Too diabolic and smooth for Trump alone. I think Russia and high level, intelligence brokered this deal. The agreement for it came between Saudis, Trump, and Turkey's Erdogan. Russians standing just out of sight on this – waiting.
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Gotta wonder what our economy is based on? More-so, the morality of our government. We should be outraged and deeply ashamed!
Feel terrible for his fiance--not knowing-- not even able to bury him.
Support the free press everywhere!
...Latest: Trump's response:
But Trump also reiterated his earlier concerns that any punishment of Saudis shouldn't impact trade with Saudi Arabia, signaling that cutting off U.S. military sales to the kingdom may not be an option.
"I don't want to hurt jobs," he said...."
Fast forward--
10-8-19:
Now we learn a little more about what Turkey wanted from the deal.
Open season on the Kurds, anyone?
Trump's letter to Erdogan all but threatening him to cooperate with cease-fire in Syria allowing Putin into the territory he wanted. Not sure who actually framed Trump's words as he is a a blabbering ******* Jared perhaps?
The letter does Not promise reward for cooperation-- but in carefully couched words-- threatens Erdogan that he could end up like Khashoggi. As Michael Cohen testified, “Trump never says anything directly. Sorta like a mafia don-- everything is in code”
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
It wasn't the fear of failure that sent me plunging into the pool of electric currents, it was act of failing.
I go into everything with a **** it" attitude, with low expectations so I'm never disappointed,
But when things start spiraling down my immediate thought is to abandon ship.
If there's a chance I'm going to hit rock bottom, I want to get there on my own terms, before anything has a chance to drag me down.
Failed a class? Might as well drop out
Had some ice cream while on a diet? Might as well eat the whole tub
About to get pushed onto thin ice? Might as well start jumping til it cracks
If something is going to go, I need it to either go all wrong or all wrong
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
be rated or berated
what choice have you got
no room for mediocrity
in societies melting ***
aspire to higher places
or expire in the rotten hole
you call a home
poor and forgotten
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
When did it get so hard
Just to talk, not to run
Well I’ve been here before
I know all the signs
The dead ends
Just know that I’m still here
Patiently waiting for a sign
Just to hear we still share
The same Earth, the same stars
Ever since we’ve been apart
There’s no light on
But I’m always up
There’s no one here
To pick me up
To calm me down
And the Earth
It don’t spin
No it just throws me
All around
I’ve grown jaded, I know
Nothing’s changed
It never will
So I’ll play the middleman
For a few weeks more
Then I’m gone-
If not before
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
*Captain Obvious non-profundititties:
The same individuals, families, groups, institutions, organizations, governments,
and foundations that fund and profit from the research, development, and manufacture of weapons/arms/firepower, and that spark wars with propaganda, sloganeering, and social moral tribalism in general, profit greatly from the use of bombs that damage cities.
That same Apex power structure gains massive profits from the rebuilding of the damaged cities and from the modification of socioeconomic platforms and systems, and profited gravely from the genesis of those cities in the first place.
Apex power uses a middleman saviour syndrome power structure within Crisis Management Economics to perpetually keep the peasants divided against each other in groups that achieve groupthink psychic phenomena within an overall state of inner hyper-conflict, guilt, shame, uncertainty, and neurotic fear. The Apex power structure has three main nexus points that are the Unholy Trinity:
The Vatican: Spiritual (variants of ****** an ancient concept, require spirituality/Occult and quasi-science to merge with the pre-existing centralization and monopolization of authority and corporation spawned via fascism)
City of London/The Crown Corporation: World Bank driven global economy
Washington D.C.: Military and hyper-surveillance/Big Tech
The Sun Tzu saviors play good cop/bad cop in slow-boil, two faces on the same Judas coin lying and flipping at the bottom of the *** Both sides have the concentration camps. Both sides push dope but gaslight kids for using drugs. Both sides engage in non-consensual **** on many different levels. Both sides are directly connected to 72+% of all negative pollution, and gaslight the poorest to supposedly help fix the problem with giving money to the entities that **** Earth. Both sides sell arms/weapons to all sides, and both sides obviously don't want the peasants to know how the world functions and operates.
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC
Play all you can
like there is no tomorrow.
Cut out the middleman
Replace happiness with sorrow.
Eat all that you want
Drink like a wet salty fish
Tomorrow is another day
and a new and seperate wish.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
I’ve got:
Horns for thoughts; and feelings that are for the vague
Glass for eyes, their tears are just old memories of dreams
A nose exhaust, blowing hot smoke to cool off the engine
A beard of grass; hoping the waters of time helps it grow
I’ve got:
A void for a smile; a darkness that quietly hides away in the pit
Quiet lips made out of violin strings; a humble refrain to play
A mighty sword for words, with a bold voice so cutthroat
And each breath is ****** being an inch of one’s lost vanity
I’ve got:
Wrists like a heavy grey cloud; a sleeve that can easily bleed
Fingers made of needles; an unfortunate hold pinned to the present
Denim for skin; the dyed hues of generations stuck in my genes
Moss for a heart; a love only by the surface- no seeds to grow
I’ve got:
Bones made out of dust; can’t clean the stain of sin by myself
Ginger in my soul; aromatic- filled with a vigour of liveliness
But this body is so meagre; so eager to find new means to grow
But I don’t own a piece of it, at all- I’ve borrowed it for a time,
An agreement with life; as sleep is the middleman and death
Is the Great debt collector…
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
I took the exit ramp
from the highway
I was not traveling down
And then..
I was sitting there...
...beside myself
on the shoulder
all this time
Doing naught for that mission
I had been on for a long long time
somehow I had become the middleman
between me and yeah... Who else?
Who else could it be
that keeps getting in my way?
the only living soul that I
could ever truly trust
to make sure that it really was
what we both thought
we were seeing!
so if becomes necessary to verify
then we both have each other's back
then that would mean... no truth
or even lies
could ever come between
So then... any flaws for they obviously do exist
will manifest because
each is looking
In opposing directions
although I would insist that I'm looking straight ahead
you would so do as well
then would that-not mean... that everything
is being seen
for the truth that it really is? Yes?
Still there are those... I suppose
who will try to intervene
attempting to fix what isn't broke
like a hammer being beaten in by a 6 penny nail
No way!
No way!!
So shall I drop my guard
where any friend is concerned?
even though they probably said
I'm filling my head
with unnecessary dread
I may get frozen out
or I might...
.. find I'm being burned.
I know this guy and I do not know why
he sometimes thinks the way he does
becoming angry at what might yet come to be
And forgetting what was really was as you're to see
In this I. E.
Were we each tasked to walk
from point A to point B
through the Woodlands
in a straight a line as can possibly be... he...
would spend his energy cussing out
... every single tree for being... And for being in his way.
Whereas for me
The problem does not arise..
Simply because..
I took into account the trees do exist
and that's the part he missed
he knows..... but he doesn't care
for him it's the conquest
simply a to b
whereas for me
it's to be a journey
along life's road..that same one
that brought me to here.... so enjoy the walk!
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC