"paranoids" poems
It matters not what lies behind
Or what may lie ahead,
When waking dreams and evil things
Reside in each man's head.
They rattle chains and haunt our brains,
They feast upon our fears;
Consuming joy and hope and trust,
And all that we've held dear.
We hear their cries and stoke the fires,
Descend with them to Hell;
We share their shame, but not in blame,
Then fight amongst ourselves;
'Tis rare one sees
That which he flees
Is but a timeless mirror.
From brilliant men, to hapless hearts,
To wicked, wretched souls...
They are no more, nor less, than we;
But fractions of one whole.
Though he may lack in this or that
While others seem to reign;
With better looks, or smarts in books,
More power, wealth or fame;
We mustn't bend to arrogance,
Nor envy, just the same...
For he who dims his brothers light
Still hath no brighter a flame;
Instead he lessens all our sight
And squanders his own gains.
Have faith in ALL that's here below
Was ordered, first, above.
And suffers much, the eldest man,
Outliving all he's loved;
While rich men live, as paranoids,
And poor men toil in pain.
The simple man, a laughing stock,
And genius feels insane.
While beauty's forged the darkest hearts,
As shallow, they became.
And lives of ease have yielded sloth
And left good bodies lame.
So none can measure, nor divide,
The worth of Moon and Sun....
Like bird and beast,
As Earth to Sea,
Dependent on the One.
The seasons change,
As well they should,
And ne'er can we forget....
We're nigh but little cosmic spokes
Whom churn the Infinite.
And so these planets and their stars
Keep wheeling 'round the sky,
The watchmen keeping track of time,
Our souls all keeping ties.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
I feel better out of love.
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
Love drags us down,
Paranoids us,
Like a loner in a ghost town.
Yes, it makes my legs shake,
As if I were standing on low
Ground during an Earthquake.
Perfection at my finger tips,
They always leave,
And I just bite my lips.
"It is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all,"
They say, eyes glossed.
That would be true if you were gone,
But my mind,
lost in its own way, can't move on.
To be in love
With a figment
Is something I cant get rid of.
This is why I feel better out of love,
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Jimmy's pad
was a rockin' place.
Like small mountain ranges,
mounds of pinkish-flake
covered the mirror.
His triple beam
balanced baggies
twenty-four seven,
while his harem of ******
went from door to door,
snorting huge lines &
******* massive *****
of the wide-eyed,
strung-out paranoids.
These vampires
always seemed
on the run,
jonesing, looking
out of the windows
'till four am,
sick for more
of the blow.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
[war footing]
a parrot
sawed in half
by peace
or quiet
~
[ballerina]
dog whistle, nothing’s church-bell:
my mother, handcuffed
still worships
wasp
~
[mothers, acoustic]
we are maybe
inside
an Ohio
factory
childless and ready
for a refresher
on orphan
etiquette-
word is
there came
a cow
from the nothingness
that drank
nowhere’s
father
and sleep
is death’s
babysitter
~
[darker farms]
food
saved
from a house
fire
–
the cult following of nostalgic paranoids
–
a star, this deer
as it prays
for moth
~
[annihilatives]
the first murdered woman was not killed by her sister.
stop me
if you’ve not
heard
~
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also, {name calling} is my newest self-published poetry collection
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free PDF is available. also, free hardy copy available for review. both upon request.
poems, from it, are below:
~
~
[entries for listen]
mirror
to window
we’re moving
away
~
[entries for fixation]
the name of this scar
is
they couldn’t hide
the canoe
mom says there’s an oven
at the bottom of every lake
that I was born asleep
surrounded
by toe touchers
is art
world-building
for the geeks
of grief
have you crucified
starfish
~
[entries for children]
remember, it is dark and memory is god painting with the blood of those he would create
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC