"moneyless" poems
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
Eyes rolled by white sticks,
Ears cupping the sea's incoherences,
You house your unnerving head -- God-ball,
Lens of mercies,
Your stooges
Plying their wild cells in my keel's shadow,
Pushing by like hearts,
Red stigmata at the very center,
Riding the rip tide to the nearest point of
departure,
Dragging their Jesus hair.
Did I escape, I wonder?
My mind winds to you
Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable,
Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous
repair.
In any case, you are always there,
Tremulous breath at the end of my line,
Curve of water upleaping
To my water rod, dazzling and grateful,
Touching and *******
I didn't call you.
I didn't call you at all.
Nevertheless, nevertheless
You steamed to me over the sea,
Fat and red, a placenta
Paralyzing the kicking lovers.
Cobra light
Squeezing the breath from the blood bells
Of the fuchsia. I could draw no breath,
Dead and moneyless,
Overexposed, like an X-ray.
Who do you think you are?
A Communion wafer? Blubbery Mary?
I shall take no bite of your body,
Bottle in which I live,
Ghastly Vatican.
I am sick to death of hot salt.
Green as eunuchs, your wishes
Hiss at my sins.
Off, off, eely tentacle!
There is nothing between us.
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Today was a good day
it was a good day today
Everygood came my way
No regrets no way
A good day it was
Better than worse
Im happy ofcourse
no fuss all is lax
Thank God for a good day
godly aid kept evil at bay
I got pay none was coy
Thats why I say
It was a good day
Easy as a pie
Is the way
We draw nigh to our end
In the end its hapiness
So forget the worriness
Pockets may be moneyless take it easy
Ive scaled myself to weigh
lighter than my sorrows
So I can fly away
To find a better tomorrow
Yay
This is the joy
Today was a good day
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
I sit straightly for a moment,
slouch back in my seat
As the dripping of my energy
reaches midday portions
the dragging of my feet
becomes the least of my worries
its not the pain that’s unbearable
but the many useless potions
the slowly ripping poisons
my mouth must keep desiring
I sigh
trying to remember
the truths I chose so randomly
to write off as tacit lies
in my moneyless estate
it was easier
to think I could live without them
but now I see I’ve only died
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
The country is ******
No need to stand on ceremony,
eloquency can take a backseat,
because the country is
F. U. C. K-ed.
The innocence of your youth yells,
as it is mashed between the ****** gritty, fingers of reality.
The faces that entertained the nation,
now assess success by how many kids they've touched,
rather than how many lives.
Parasitic politicians nesting on their mother,
'de-mock-racy',
mocking the masses
with two digits raised,
pass it of as a V.
For victory.
But wash away the Crocodile smiles,
and it stands for something a little less inspiring.
Violence?
Victimizing?
Misers of moneyless citizens,
sitting in,
a generation of tiny Tims,
because the oligarchy hordes,
the power and our sense.
The problem is we allow it.
Yeah the country is ******
But so are we...
"Yeah but what can we do?"
Well...
Now you're asking the right questions...
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Don’t say I’m too sweet baby
I’m only being kind
Don’t wear headphones baby
I’m standing right behind
You at the bus stop
Don’t catch me staring baby
at your
Behind
Behind you
At the bus stop
Sweet baby.
What a beautiful place to
Meet the love of my life
I really can’t believe it
Never-ever been this surprised
But with gentle little eyes
You might
Just see
Lies.
And I never want to be the one that lies to you.
Who is the military?
What is government?
Who bought what country?
Who are his other clients?
North America in chains
Slaves being silent
I hope I don’t worry I hope I don’t stir
I hope these things for you all
In this giant blur
Spreading my message, sure
Never really has been clear
I don’t drink Budweiser
And have friends that are queer
For who can I stand for and believe in is not as human or alive as me?
Elect me for president and lets take a chance
When was your last destiny moonlit dance
I will remove all propaganda from being shoved down your throat
Solar paneled roads, a moneyless system, and an environment that gets to vote
I’ll be fair and honest and I’ll rhyme all my speeches
I Might even just leave you…
Speechless.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
A POOR LITTLE GIRL
She was a poor little girl
Her soft hair fallen in shabby curl
Her eyes so bright like a pearl
In her moneyless world she was the earl.
Sitting in the street begging for food
A little she shares with a good mood
Playing with the butterflies far in the woods
Her clothes so ***** but she looked so good.
Through the street she did roam
Looking for a safer and a warmer home
Though she never got any shade
But she was so brave, never afraid.
Love you little girl your story so sad
People to you were often so bad
Through so much struggle you never did fade
Never gave up, I'm so proud of you and so glad.
Your heart teaches that love is the real treasure
At the end of the day goodness is the measure
Which brings peace and is never a leisure
Being rich in spirit and soul is the essence of pleasure.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC