"neverminds" poems
stands alone today and tells a story to clouds
(putt putt)
the worst has happened at the days end
and the frozen orange Gallon
like ice has chosen to now become hand
all in all more or less
3.78lbs put in plastic wrap.
stands alone in the dollar market surrounds with fleeting thoughts sometimes forgotten
today at days end lost while
****** sun at times lost in ******* ******* snake movie
pouring into the retina of the brainless child
o mi babbino mi caro, past is the skating rink of hell but
knock yourselves out in deep perpetual insanity of whats, hows and neverminds.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosallycan be adisappointmentsometimesbutwestillloveherbecausesheis just whatwe callfamilyandfamilyissoimportanttoidentifyoneselfinaworldofchaoscalledearthoooooooooooooooooooooooooo
computer glitch and error of the metaphysic naiveté of the skating rink of hell near the ******* ******* snake movie in the story of the white trashed oppressively personified virgo at the dollar market holding a gallon of orange juice that costs more than $7.65 because it's apparently organic and thereby magical.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
You’re right,
All of this is illogical.
I don’t see how any of the came about either,
No one would have expected this.
I met you at the beginning of this year,
We were at rehearsal,
Something about you drew me forth,
By the end of the night we were friends
I got your number and we began texting,
You constantly caused a smile on my face
By the end of this month I knew something was there
But I ignored those feelings
After the play was over…
We talked less
I decided I would take a breath
And try to sort my feelings out
As the end of the school year crept upon on us
I began to see you more
We began talking again
And there came the feelings again
I finally decided that I was smitten
And just accepted that I wanted to be with you
But I told myself not to try for it
That it could ruin the friendship we have
We texted through the summer
I began to hint that I liked you
In an indirect way
I never noticed you had caught on
Finally you got me to reveal my feelings
And everything was great
Soon after we began having late night talks
They ended once the school year came
After you and him had broken up
I knew I had a chance
I had a civil war whether or not to take it
But I knew you didn’t want a relationship
As school began I was dragging
Until I noticed I had lunch with you
And even a class
Your presence overwhelmed me
I still have feelings for you
I hide them everyday
The pauses and neverminds
Those are my hesitations of my feelings
The genuine smiles
The goofiness
The rare giggle
That is a side you bring out
The what ifs
The hows
That is what fills my brain
Waiting for your reply to this
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
worthless words
fall from my mouth
to beat like moths
at the dim light bulb of your brain
we at present speak
different languages
and have no desire
to find a translator
we circle each other
and watch understanding
whirlpool down the drain
for the wont of kindness
we expire, we declaim
not my fault, as we take new aim
this is not a dual,
life at ten paces
not a race
no one wins
no gold for first place
this is life, and living
gritty bits and all
this is the big wide world
where all are destined,
to fail and fall
this is how you get up
not how you fell down
this is the world of world weary
and the panache of wearing
a truly battered crown
this is the sticking point
the stinking, smoking left-over joint
the left behind, the neverminds
this is your day
and yes...
you can live it your way
but you need to know
there are consequences
things that go bump in the night
things that in later years
you strive to make right
things that affect the trajectory
of your haphazard flight.
live your life!
live it free....
but sunshine,
in my class...
if you don' t hand
in your assignments
you heading for disaster
and this is the word.... from
the red ink master.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I can tell you the neverminds..
I can tell you how far we are behind..
I know I won't be alone..
I know I am full of unknowns..
Some of my songs are about you..
Some of my poems too..
Some of my dreams came true..
Some of my nightmares too..
The ghost are coming..
The ghost are running..
The ghost are singing..
The ghost are dreaming..
The song is playing..
The song is fading..
The song is repeating..
What I have been saying...............................
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
You are not from here.
Scriptures carved in lies, innocents seeking light with pleads then neverminds, hypocrisy blinds the Truth in spite
Transactions decline to pray, so flow those tears from the oceans of your blame and shame, come and wash your guilt away
With flesh and blood we're trained, programmed by pain into acronyms to which we have been chained and tamed
They break our rings and steal our dreams, shackle our souls to shadow beings, addict us to our fears with social puppet strings
In hopes red raindrops paint your wrists, slit to bleed and feed their bliss, they absorb our energy into the unholy negative
We must not dread to kiss the sun, and remember inside that we are enough
Unclasp our fears and escape their mind, that hive of theirs which is subjected to time
Yet you are timeless, O' Light from above, made up of stardust.. with a mission of Love.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
Somewhere between your
timid neverminds and
my haughty nothings,
love found its way,
peeking shyly with just
a touch of awkwardness
that bursts forth at
times but not before
rendering us dumb,
if just for a moment ...
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC