"nowing" poems
Back to the beginning;
A time when we didn't know anything and
Cared for each other no matter what. Not
Knowing who
They are, but not caring about that.
Only knowing we're all in this
Beautiful world, living
Each day
As it is. Can we go back to that?
Understanding that the past has past, but
Time is forever and we should learn from it.
In this world, we got this one life and we should never take it
For granted!
Understand we're all living this
Life together! Let's make it a peaceful one!
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Slip into madness
Let the thirst consume you
It fills you with passion
Piercing the flesh draining the blood
Knowing the vampire within is growing
No longer human reaching for sanity
On your way to hell but never reaching it
The night gives you immortality never to sleep again
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
a shredded bath mat, a Dead Sea salted bath, and a cold root beer
you want vino veritas vignettes,
color commentary, stray dog thoughts
time lapsed into a ****** single poem wood,
ha ha ha you can't handle the falsified lies
that constitute a sad man's disfigured truths
nobody cares that failure contretemps
inhabit every other thought,
his own sounds of silence sung repetitiously,
every severed second a new verse
coughed up and cursed,
emptying your verbal purse,
snorting with disgust
at your own claptrap vetted pomposity,
who gives a ****
what I got is the ability
if you can call it that,
to cerebralize verbalize
every eye picture, inputted impulse,
knowing in the fullness of the unwell
that hash for breakfast ain't
suitable for mass consumption
a shredded bath mat,
a Dead Sea salted bath,
and a cold root beer
begat a poem of knowing nowing
a pretend poet meowing what he seen,
what he got temple pounding
Fogelberg sings Auld Lang Syne,
swig down the root beer,
thinking that is one freaking good song,
a life reviewed on the HP stage,
his lyrics modified
with only a tune he can hear
no one will like this,
as it should be,
don't like it me neither,
double negatives for rule busting emphasis,
the only point, ending circumscribed,
curcumsized by children who don't love,
an ex wife hateful ***** man-enslaver,
this close || to losing your job,
*** is the new ***
ain't it pc
to singalong
standing on a shredded bath mat,
fresh from a Dead Sea salted bath,
and having drunk a cold root beer,
Crosby Stills & Nash chiming in
*teach the children well
their father's hell
will slowly go bye*
and this is a poem
that I didn't write,
just reported the here and the there,
and the nothing in between
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
A crazy little thing we desired to fall
Believably that it was true
Could it possibly an imagination or just for real?
Dreaming or falling on the right way
Eventually would fade or maybe would stay
Facing the love of your life it sound so crazy
Going back and forth only to see her every day
How love could mean and change the world to you
In denial at first, but **** you hate it & you love it at the same time
Just trying to catch and realize that it was you
Knowing how much it means a lot.
Love? how wonderful it is
Moved you the hard way you could get
No space that you could filled but only her that you give in.
Oblique spheroids that turn us
Questioning if its round or circle
Rapidly is not enough to find someone like you
Searching for love? you don't have to
The love will just find you at the right time
Unbelievable right? &
Very unrealistic to believe.
Wait & be patient, while
X is marking you to cross the path
You'll never know it will just knock out of your door
Zest is along the way!
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Just in the nick of time, I
Escape from the world and
The crazy people that live in it.
People in a hurry, going nowhere fast
And not stoping to enjoy the beauty. *"Our
Culture are vultures"* not
Knowing when enough is enough. Let's go
Back to the past when
Life was simply and people actually cared.
Understanding that we can change the future.
Each day we have a chance to make a
Stance and change the outcome of our future for the children!
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Time after time
In the depths of my soul
Nothing makes me happy
Knowing my heart is mended
Every veins stappled and taped
Rigid crevices filled with cement
Each dominant strats I have endured
Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring
Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion?
Engineering my way to this makeshift completion
And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference
Ready my tools for I have a confession
Tinkering hearts, that is my profession
Spectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Bring
All you can,
Never
Knowing what
You don't.
Over thinking,
Under consideration. an exact
Replica of what
Transgressed.
Hounding her soul
Overtly.
Under influences, you couldn't
Gather your words.
Heroics you
Thought necessary, what a
Shame.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
Asleep I go when I come home,
Awaits the traffic when I'm away,
Longing for the shine to seep in,
Internal thought dormant within,
Yellow as the sun sets with heartfelt,
Armoured with meaning of evening might.
Forward is where it will all end,
Alight the stars once the sun is gone,
Tonight my mind will see.
Ignite the fire, never losing sight,
Mistakes go away but some always stay.
Away I begin my journey for the gift of flight.
Make myself come back to the straight path,
Allowing the winds to lead me through,
Rivers flow as so will I,
Zenith is the point I will reach,
Under the bridge lies me as I go up to find glee,
Knowing I will find myself in the strings of time,
Indefinetly, I will find my way to the truth once again.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
From the depths of my harshly
Used heart I sincerely thank you for
Caring in that unattainable way you did
Knowing just who I wanted to be
You always managed to remind me who I should be with
Obstinancy and
Undying fervor that left me behind
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
How i
Wish that my heart
Was as stromg as
A post 9/11 cockpit door
Impregnable
But you
Found a way in
With you your medical talk
Nowing that sends
Me into a craze
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Can we talk?
We need to talk about what you did.
I know you don’t care but it hurts me.
Nowing that I’m not good enough for you.
It drives me crazy.
Get out of my life.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC