"moonwalk" poems
Did you know
you can dance
even when you're sad?
It may seem inappropriate
to shake your hips
while your heart is exploding
But I swear-
some of my best dances
I did with my heart in a sling
and my soul in a cast.
Draw an invisible circle on any surface,
turn up music that flies in the face of your sorrow
and give it up to the sky
The worst that will happen?
you'll break a sweat
The best?
try it for yourself
moonwalk through your despair
and get back to me.
Dance.
Even when you're sad.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
I wan't to draw a brush stroke,
paint over my baddest feeling.
I wan't to hold my heart,
you know only for a little while
to really see that it's beating.
I wan't to be one with time,
play tag with my thoughts.
Try to make the time twisted
and
read a book that is not yet written.
I wan't to be able crying
without my eyes beeing wet,
touch everything
that can't be touched yet.
In tough moments
I wan't to be able taking the fights.
But what I really want is
dancing the moonwalk in the northern lights.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
The rooster swivels on its axis returning
coarse wind into the pyre of mad, mad tongues
raving alongside charred ivory. Lifted by sorry hands
from dying embers’ embrace and eased with foreign pity,
ceremoniously, into a cardboard crate wheeled against
the traffic, stumbling backwards through yellow canvases,
between my family dressed in black, to dress the void (deck),
mourners spitting soda into their cups, as word paddle upstream,
onto a thin futon within four walls stained with unfinished ghosts.
The doctor removes the white shroud like God coaxing pink light
on the first day and wine oozes through elastic veins to the far corners of my skin thin ventricular walls. One crack, in the doors and in my chest, paramedics in white blur in, heel first,
Pan-island couriers on reverse gear to the corner
of a numbered street, where I am delivered like a gladiator
thrown into the arena of nosy gazes, with the urgency of
hens clucking away from premeditated slaughter:
deep Christmas red on the tessellated parking lot.
Clumsy thumbs dialing 599, I moan inwardly
to the concentric circles of strangers retreating, erasing
me from cell-phone cameras. Then like a flip animation I
snap backwards, up 21 floors,
pause for about an hour on the ledge before smashing
backwards, back down, past kids scratching graffiti off the cement
and growing cigarettes in their mouths. The rain ascends and I take
wet cash from the driver while I fidget on the leather and throw up
mediocre coffee into my cup. I dig into my throat and return the bread
to its plastic bag and when the cab stops I fall left out onto another parking lot,
moonwalk up the stairs to where I unwrite my name in the
annals of failure and
shove the Fs of my past back
then
I take the bus instead.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
I miss the street theater at the moonwalk,
The coffee and beignets,
The late-night walks down Bourbon Street,
The scorching summer days,
And I miss you.
I miss the one that I once held
Beneath the city lights.
I'm going to find my way back.
I'm setting out tonight.
I miss New Orleans.
I miss the slow ferry rides
Across the Mississippi river deep.
We always stood on the very top,
So we would be sure to see
The skyline
Of the Vous Carre.
Don't you know,
Somehow, one day, I will return.
I'll sleep out under a bar's alcove
While night-time tourists crash and burn like stars.
I miss New Orleans.
I never thought I'd ever see the day
That I could feel so swept-away.
I'm going home, and there I'll stay.
Only now have I come to realize
Marie Leaveu must have my soul
Locked inside a voodoo grip
And She just won't let go.
I'm captivated.
I miss the one that I once held
Beneath the city lights.
I'm going to find my way back.
I'm setting out tonight.
I miss New Orleans.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I can see the mystic eagle,
And the sight of you is pretty lethal,
Good with numbers and still on the ones and twos from which the knowledge you lack,
Used to think you had it all with the lotus flower,
You've Lost the power,
You can be the best you can,
Prepared for every ultimatum,
Almost like ***** Diana,
No showers tooken,
Michael Jackson couldn't bless you with the moonwalk,
Now gravity's pulling,
Stand clear of the meteor shower,
Put on my clothes,
And I'll be out in an hour,
There he goes again doing another unknown,
For he knows not of his purpose,
But to create one,
To see if its worth it,
All the success in the world and nobody deserves it,
I could be only one to perfect a new born aura,
Going strong while the rest are screaming new world order.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
I'd like to eat a mango
As I glide through a Tango
My bubbles would pop
While doin’ Hiphop
I’d soothe my soul
Swingin’ Rock and Roll
No time for slumber
While doing the Rhumba
My blood would pulse
To a Viennese Waltz
Dizzy’s how I’d feel
Skipping a Scots Reel
I’d dance Ballet
With my valet
I’d cut a rug
Doing jitterbug
I’d be happy as
Improvising Jazz
I'd like to swing a Fire Poi
In exotic far away Hanoi
I’d fly to San Francisco
To indulge in Disco
I’d as soon not talk
Sliding through a Moonwalk
I’d wear a yarmulke
While doing the Polka
I’d get the gist
Of doing the Twist
I could unwind
With a Bump and a Grind
I’d take off my wig
For a fast Irish Jig
I'd be a hot Mama
Performing the Cha cha
My heart would sing
To a Highland Fling
I’d step up the tempo
To stamp a Flamenco
I'd feel alive
Just doin’ the Jive
Now the ending’s your choice
For better or woice!
One is glad One is sad
Pick one and it’s done-
I’m off to France It’s the witching hour
For a chance to dance And I’m a wall flower.
Tricia Lambert
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
My mind starts to wonder while I’m walking underneath a waning moon
Is it long till morning or will the sunrise ruin this night too soon?
Thoughts keep on creeping like the shadows from the clouds in the sky
I try to wait it out, hope the wind blows and pushes them by
I trust where my legs lead me though my mind does not remember the way
The moonlight masks the worry that hangs so heavy during the day
I keep on the weathered path worn by those who’ve walked here before
Twisting through the hills and trees, curving at the feet of the shore
I thought I knew this trail but I’ve never seen it look quite like this
It’s nothing different really, just something my eyes always have missed
If you look out past the water and take the time to stare at the sky
You see stars falling from the moon, as if the heavens are starting to cry
The stars rain down and light the waves that crash so fiercely into the land
I can almost feel the tears when I reach out for the wind with my hands
I grab onto the mist in the air and turn to head back toward where I came
Carrying the tears of the moon with me, a reminder that we all can feel pain
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
As she uses her muse through her veins,
through her mind, oh how it sounds so Sublime.
So infectious with your souls write.
My mind wonders through the categories of Rock,
Pop,
and
Hip-Hop.
From Micheal feverish Moonwalk
to
Chris Browns Impervious Glyde,
From the **** walk
to
the C-walk,
from the Electric Slide
to
the slide of song to mix up the Casper slide.
Dance is a muse;
To dance,
to Sing,
To Rap, and
"Just Do The **** Thang";
Don't stop get it, get it;
Hey D.J. keep playing that Soul music to feed the soul,
to move the body,
to motivate the mind,
to inspire the time.
So Everybody get down wit ya bad self and use your muse.
"Whats Your Muse"?
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
My tongue sharpened today
Angles fell off it like classroom fancies
Rationalised to a point, its first act
Was to knock out my fangs from behind.
I stumbled about the house
Slopped through the bathroom door
And foamed at the toilet seat, a
Wave broken over a rim of briny coral.
My salt winked about the walls, around the tap, between the wiped tiles
In the shower head of porous sponge
The seaweed in the pipes crawled up
And drowned me in the sickly sweet.
Downstairs smelt the same, logically the sea dumped down
Underwater fish glided past my window, all with the same
Grim face against the mirrors, aping the ocean
With me trapped inside.
I turned on the same song, fifteen times,
The sound tried to reach me with such ambition
But it floated to the top, belly up in its bubbles
Ridiculous, I scratched the date on the seafloor and entered the kitchen.
Drips everywhere, grease stalactites, from the tiles, the yawning oven, the spatulas
A Cretaceous museum where savagery is kept
In little plastic boxes, with clear peelable lids
A fresh, messy ****
In the hall the grey light descends through slit windows
Colour settling at the bottom like grit, all the greys so tall
Give the narrow rectangle an aftertaste of dust
Just one keeper before me
It devours my key, hacking as it gobbles
But it does not anticipate my twist
I gut it from inside, it spits its meal back at me
And I swing its limp, dead frame 90 degrees.
Stepping out feels like a moonwalk, with Houston's neutral formulas
Unheeded in my ear, finally I can greet the clouds, that probably escaped,
Like me, fumes from the chimney
Pale and fading away from lack of auspicious sun.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
"The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, will hurt you every time" --Prince.
Prayers and Foreplay
Like melodic potions wafting kiss
strums your Louisana Minne.
fingers
tickles keys black and white
electric soulful
Halleluiahs
Ooh baby
Princely Baby Genius
multi-instrumentalist
Funky new and founded purpose
purple rhythms jazzy blues
Your songs are you
and always yours
victor of lawyers inc. corporate war
Your music sweats
condensation on cherries' skins
psychedelic magic wings
juicy dancing sonic romance
sugar wizard
of sweetest Thangs
twang the guitar and sang
The songs like answered prayers
for foreplay
and getting down
and *****
Sensual the ditty
clouds with purple tears
dreams made wet
ecstasy caress our ears...
We grew up to the soundtrack
of Kings & Prince
And we woke up inside
hearing him all out
wide within our being
history is lace and Rock N Roll
Moonwalk & Funk & Dance
there is no Hip Hop
or techno trance
without Rhythm & Blues
no Rock with no Roll
There is no foreplay without Lil' Big ****
or Cadillac riding low,
There is no purple without his highness
the royalty of deeper souls...
Aalyiah and Thriller King
and Elvis and all the Cherubs sing
welcome a prince
up there where the sun is always rising
where no doves cry
but robe the One
enlightening,
the music of rainbow and colors
we feel and make
not in death but heaven's love
he'll wake...
Naked genius his music plays
radio flyin'
Purple rain...
Like prayers and fond memories
Immortal prince is
the music is
never dying.
*(Even now that he did for you,
all fans like doves are crying)*
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
*It's just, three little words,
that hold so much meaning,
I swear, you are my world,
you are the core of my being.
And every day we say it,
and every day we mean it.
"I love you".. Three little words
with big meaning.
Now how can I describe it?
the way I feel inside?
No words could properly define
this love 'tween you and I.
But if you were to ask me,
an answer you'd implore.
If kisses were stars, I'd give you galaxies and more.
I'd do anything to see you smile,
or lift you if you fell,
I'd walk through heaven and through hell.
I'd infiltrate a jail.
I'd moonwalk on the moon,
and fight a whale inside a well.
But three words is all it takes,
to say all this and more.
So every day I'll tell you..
I love you, mi amor.*
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
I didn't think it was going to be any good.
The Party,
My friends.
9:30
Rediscovered pesto to Arnold the govnah' in Total Recall
I walked in their door a thousand times for their entertainment
each time as a new character,
He's got a wii so he can play gamecube,
Bring your guitar
10:30
The fridge had a paper snowflake with ******* shaped designs
You know why I like the kitchen?
The lighting on my friends faces, I can enjoy everyones expression
Drinking game? Who can't moonwalk, place your bets, take off your shoes
11:30
Pack of dudes showed up, Female hosts forget to invite ladies sometimes
Don't leave! Why? Your the prettiest girl here
oh no the neighbor is coming to complain but
If I know my sister like I think I do,
the two will be shooting whiskey on the roof in no time
2:30
I took a group to visit my ***** call,
I knocked and sang at the door but she stiffed me
Probably a mistake but you can't start a fire without a...
so we left and played "dancing in the dark" in the parking lot
.... ....... ...
Why am I singing to you?
Your half asleep doing takes for my new voicemail
I told you a story about
TheAA Duracell battery who wanted to be friends with the 9Volts
The throw pillow who wanted to be a real pillow
The doorknob who broke herself on purpose
so intruders couldn't see what she had inside
I didn't think it was going to be any good.
The Party,
My friends.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Baby, I’m so drunk
I could do Michael’s moonwalk, backwards
And I can, please remember this, I can swear at all idiots in traffic
You know,
My wings
The ones that are dripping blood?
The others only see a knight on a white horse
The others only see a man in the light
And I am showing them the way
And say:
Oy, angels, darlings, drink only water
And pray to the fish!
Nobody should wait for nobody. I said nobody!
Let’s love again. Let’s
**** again. With our gaze.
Let’s hit, come on! I know you can, excellent!
Let’s laugh again, scaring the fish.
Let’s rush under God’s hand like a field of ****
Baby, have you got enough money?
And your colleagues? Still gay?
Baby, like a groom I tell you
One day I shall release your hand
But
Now I am Caesar, and I’ve conquered you for life
You may say:
-tell me a story Caesar
And you say it
You want to kiss me in the end and your lips descend
where it hurts the most
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Garbage spilt across the moonwalk
Rushing to the gutter
You must be the hunter
Nothing's in the bread
It's all gold and glitter
In the mourning I saw the dawn
And your face resembled the sun
Costs for coats rise with the tides
Juice from the earth
Tainted at birth
Stumps sometimes talk to me
Their knowledge is their girth
A repeating course
Paused only when we meet
The clouds spurt stars
Creatures birth creatures
But they can't be called creatures
Solid soil poured over us
In a shower of mothers
Your hands are covered in sap
Someones head is in my lap
And our fingers overlap
Poison feelings delivered by bus
In a box of tissues
Issues between the lines
Fantasy comes through the door
Holds you tight
Won't let you go
There's no money for the poor
And ain't it love?
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
Serving up some Chinese, with the chopsticks
swervin with some buckled knees, like I'm hot ****
mental back and forth jeez, I am not this
aw **** uh
tight black jeans, spiked red crocs
pleasures of the flesh, servin mommy big rocks
maybe we don't mesh, get your little brother shot
blow him out his Tommy socks he brought a Glock I brought my ****
double bands, money knot
shooters aiming at your spot
make em twirl and make em drop
make em do the Bunny Hop
pop pop hop hop
make em run I moonwalk
try it with the smooth talk
make your bed with white chalk
****** nose I'm Rudolph
snowy sleigh and flew off
say your piece get booed off
get your melon blew off
****
Silver linings of corona ***** I always got a mask
12 get curious they watch always watch me from the back
Never catch me sober carry flask after lask
And when the pills hit time to take em all to task
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Dancing and jiving to the sound of the heart monitor in the back
Your seizing like a seizure and im beating like a heart attack
Grandma's dead
Dad shot her in the head and we’re
Drinkin and dancin tonight
I feel FINE
And we can slide through the slick halls
Flirtin with the white walls
and sign that everythings always alrigh
****** all up in her feeding tube,
Take a shot of anesthesia every time she makes a Cadaveric move
Yeah grandmas livin it up tonight
Now we’ll moonwalk into a birthing center just to step to those jarring screams
You've got syringe glass in your hair. I'm sitting in the doctor's chair. Yeah, I'm dancing with the girl of my fever dreams!!!
spike the ceyline bags with laughing gas, its so funny. not knee slapping funny just so funny.
We’ll have a disco party in the medicare
Weave some new bath towel from fallen cancer hair
Yeah this ***** getting crazy and i'm with you
**** who are you?
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
Right here in front of my computer
I don't need coffee but whiskey
So bad a trader tricky brisky
Hold onto dear life placenta
Coin market cap is my wall street
Cryto coins zip zag zoom pit pat piffy
Crypto news throws me wing Wong ****
Deardevils hodling coins from plummeting Ceaser
Traders can only make your money if you sell her
History moonwalk to 2013 the drunkenness of GameKyuubi,
Be calm I HODL it sting as bee but as honey it will be
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Spirit walk
What’s Lurking behind
Glowing lanterns
Beautiful site
Rustic buildings beam firelight
Don’t be fooled
A sign of fright
Creeky doors
Ghouls shuffle on wood floors
Smell of must begins the play
No turning away
Bystanders Listen carefully
Chanting bully
A spell at midnight
Pink flesh turns white
Fires crackle
Caldrons bubble
Historic walk
Not for those who balk
Hear a screeching squawk
Turn back
Creeper on the attack
Spirit moonwalk
Grab a tomahawk
Orange glow
Leads to a frightful show
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
I was between boy and man.
Had no direction, but I wanted to stand.
On solid ground, only had quicksand.
One night I pulled from the bone.
There was a voice like my own.
I didn't feel quite so alone.
I tried to flex, but I wasn't fully grown.
I was a member, but just an ember,
I was an elemental, I was fire.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
They never knew what to do with me.
When I look back, it wasn't easy.
I tried to be how they said I should be.
There was no way that it ever could be.
One time I thought I might be alright.
Then I picked someone else's fight.
I gladly gave my time in the light.
And I went back under the cover of night.
I was a sinner, but I was a winner.
I was eternal, I was fire.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
Behind the moonwalk,
Long before the swelling sea,
The riverbank was eroding,
Crumbling like the memory
Of my only dream.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
I was a renagade, I slipped from the iron cage.
I was insane, crazed,
Steered by the moon's phase.
I had a long way to crawl.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
Take me back to the times where "people were smarter than machines..."
They were not "swayed or controled by them..."
as we then "failed" to see as to why "being controled by them"
was just as "crazy as to question as to" "why the notions" as to" "why humans are unable to fly?"
Invention brought us the "wheel", the "telephone," then to the
first "Moonwalk" and "first man On the Moon...."
where he still had not used the future to blind his "out of touch"
"seeing eye?"
Into the future where inventions "killed" rather then they "Saved the world?"
Until World War iii Has beem left a "trial ajurned"
we shall be the "Public just sitting on our hands waiting to be burned..."
By a government who does not "see eye to eye?"
As the "blind stay such" and still ask questions "As to why"
things are remaining "The same?"
well at this
"quiet time of blundering,"
who "raises their voices to challenge" society's "wondering"
a whole "desperate" and "uneeded Mile..."
as to the "future" that this "One Eye'd Moon Man yet sees"
for us "in still motion"
He beams down warnings in the burnt in Values in "History's Blind Accidents"
Nobody noticed that "Lady Liberty's Back was Bent"
from being "broken" like "the invented misguided "arrows of some wars"
we fail to "stand up and defend" as to why we need "Better mending of our broken paths and future pavements" on "Congress Floors..."
Instead we overtrust those in leadership who "Tend to need to love life through closed view's doors."
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
As I sit and watch the sun
I wonder why I was shunned
Could it be the way I look
Or the way I cook
Is it cause I'm short
Could it be that wart
Maybe it's the way I moonwalk
Probably because of my mohawk
Are my eyebrows to fuzzy
I am pretty clumsy
Or maybe it's because I don't give a sh-t what they think
They better rethink
Cause I am in sync
Not my fault they stink
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
i moonwalk, halo skewed and shredded.
sleep talk, mouth twisted, heart burning.
i am not an astronaut or an angel
or a small child- not anymore.
i used to be ethereal with stars in my eyes.
i used to be young and full of promise.
(promise me you see the gold
promise me you won't go blind)
i fall forward, my face buried in imagination,
i haul the sword, to cut this heart in half.
i'm not a soldier, or a courtier
or whole, i never was.
but i used to be ethereal.
oh!
i used to be, i used to be, i used to be...
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
This child
A school boy
Who can't stop
Moving and won't
Stop talking or saying
Stuff that's out of the topic
He will be a kind man who
Won't give up on his hopes
Or dreams he always has
He will often laugh and
Dance and moonwalk
Putting a smile on
Others' faces
But some will
Taunt him and
Cackle at his antics
Some will think he is
Mad, crazy or energetic
He will struggle through life
But he will climb mountains and
He will scream for millions to hear
......................He is smart....................
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Wake Up
Wake Up
Sky kiss and lawn of mind
Greening beautifully
Can’t-miss
Sky kiss
Zumba laugh
begin…
Raining and fog falling
turtles pleasantly rolling
Don’t have time for calling
Looking sky
don’t know why?
Ohh It’s not too high, O dear!
Let’s open your astronaut dream
packed with oxygen drill
Moon wink
link your dream strings
Kites flying
and so the rising moon
O
Beloved come soon
Under the Shade of a tree
Let’s feel free
Let’s uncage your butterfly and a bee
tip-top
colors hop
tip-top
colors hop
Get up
Leave your lazy cushions
Do the tango
Don’t wait!
close all your negativity entry gate!
cheers!!
A round walk! Around the walk!
feel the rhythm and think what you have brought
Gain some spiritual meditational sky talk
Then some bang bang chocolate
Take some Fruit’s salad
jolly your mind and add your heart
A dazzling mug of coffee
Rise up and twinkle!
Rise up and twinkle!
start your day!
Don’t let it down dreamy feather
realize the real
concatenate the imagination
combo!
Mumbo Jumbo!
Let’s go
driving the infinite snow
feel the cold
relax with the music old!
Take a break!
Let’s go
Pots of golden *** and vacant space
time your mind
sometimes memories rewind
under the cup of diverging new winds
If reached in the forest unknowingly
wild your heart and don’t feel unrest
Wear a mask under the green shadow
Don’t fear if the lion is so near
like a moonwalk
slowly
reverse your gear of slow walk
without eye to eye contact
If lion attack
punches the nose hard
breathe!
and
never let the lionto eat you
Don’t go beyond the imagination,O dear!
Wild the forest
wild so you!
Wild the forest
wild so you!
Bright love
singing right in front of the mind tree, a pond
O melting glaciers
Hurry up!
seasons of a fluffy polar bear
Drinking beer…
closely searching me near!
So I deep sleep while drinking a lovely beer…
Just to fear the wild bear!
cheers!!! cheers!!!cheers!!!
Grasses of dreams want to sprout
Layer the other side of the coin!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Trees are laughing
Kissing and rejoicing
Oh Dear!
Everything is in the dream!
cheers!!!
Snow is wildly astonishing
Foresting smile!
Glittering star shining in the dreamy mile!
Layer’s of desert fall
I am in the dream
I can’t call…
cheers!!!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!!
Wake Up !
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up !!
Wake Up !!!
…
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC