"passin" poems
Drivin’ with the kids in tow
Windows down, nowhere to go
Hands outside, feel wind blow
On country roads, fields passin’ slow.
Saw a hayrack sittin’ by a fence
“Rocks for Sale – Fifty Cents”
Thought I, it makes no earthly sense
To demand for rocks some recompense.
But the sign - unique enough to hail
(I protested - but to no avail)
The missus and the kids prevailed
A sale you see, is still a sale!
Before day and feelings I did mar
Realizing for the course it’s par
I turned around and stopped the car
It’s what I’ve become, and whom we are .
To the rack and rocks the kids did sprint
I got closer, had to squint
So I could read the finer print
Kids might have seen, but care they din’t.
Said the bigger rocks did cost a buck
I knew then that I was out of luck
Between a hard place and a rock I’m stuck
‘Twas bait and switch, and smelled like muck.
But the kids had picked from rocks galore
Put them in the trunk to store
The rack was less some rocks times four
And the coffee can had four bucks more!
PwL 5/16/15
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Lose yaself I lost myself
Passin' notes but class I failed
That's a kno yu ask yaself
Fast or slow a Rabbit-Snail
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Sitting in de street
Spitting out a reggae beat
Rollin up a sticky spliff
Jammin out a reggae riff
JAH knows I take the fattest hit
**** this ****** is strong as ****
I see a glint in the eye of a guy
On de street, just passin by
He flicks some cash in me cup, and I begin to smile;
For in my heart of hearts I know, he feels my reggae style
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
With my love beside me.
And heading down the road.
I'm enjoyin' the scenery as we go.
Whether it the people passin' by.
Or my love on my side.
I'm enjoyin' the scenery.
Just one beautiful scene.
With music playin'.
Or listenin' to the song in my head.
I know I'm blessed.
And very much lucky.
Whether at the lake.
Or at the picnic table.
I'm enjoyin' the scenery.
Simply a sight to see.
Especially, with my love next to me.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
Lyrical—
like poetry in motion.
Rhythmic—
like the motion of the ocean.
Fluid like a breeze
passin with great ease,
Movin through the branches
Dancin through the leaves.
Flowin like my mind,
Going over time,
puffin on some trees,
Like truth I’m bout to find.
Stayin on my grind.
Leavin fear behind.
Blastin through the cosmos
like my stars are all aligned.
Quantum physics redefined,
The beauty of being kind.
Travel thru dimensions,
A universal mastermind.
This illusory time
alluding to retain us-
Yet the conscious mind
refuses to contain us.
Recondition of the masses,
Before time comes to pass us.
before it’s all too late
Start movement to change
Let’s wake each other up
Let’s take control over our fate.
Again and again,
Love it till it’s over,
live it till it’s fin.
A reflection of your life spent,
a vessel that you’ve been lent,
so go forth with intent.
Gratitude for all worth
Know you are important
Every breath, and all birth.
Your light that resides true
In the poetry inside you.
The vibration stays fluid,
Like the love that is intuit.
You’re a medium— a conduit.
Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it.
High frequency—-
Waves of love
True vibrancy,
Bonds—-
you are free of.
Faith in self,
No need for vaunt,
lovin what you have
not havin what you want.
Give it all you got
till you got nothin left,
Then take the deepest breath
And give it once again.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
This dot kami’s ‘Nam when I see you’re all neutral
To futile lords still passin’ Acts of Removal
Pretentious performers as if upon stages
Of casting call characters caught up in cages
Like ****** who off-shore **** the poor on vacations
I’m diggin’ up dirt on the founders’ plantations
When bail-outs are ballots and bullets are mallets
Why not be a rabbit hole in Hefner’s palace?
And dare call it talent, a gift or a passion
Just model behavior for slaves to a fashion
Show running the breadlines when crimes are a dime
In the dozens of ***** Weinsteins on your minds
Instead of the felons when court is in Sessions
Instead of the under-oath treason confessions
In rapid succession they feed you the buzz
Until nobody cares what the debt ceiling was
When the roof has been raised for the privatize party
The right wants us dead and the left shows up tardy
I’m sorry “you people” are making me sick
Guess I’ll just pop a pill from the cabinet pick
Like has-been Michael Flynn’s and these Ex-Tillersons
Resource hogs cloggin’ bogs up with smogs of odd jobs
They’re the slEASIEST Slytherins still seemin’ Jesus
Pro-life until *** aid is the fetus
Egregious excesses of who the **** needs this
Huge 2nd place trophy wife ivory tower
Big guns for a stickless diplomacy coward
Here’s my golden shower tricklin’ down your faces
You blatantly ****** repeal and replacists
You war-profiteering, grand **** of old Racists and fakers, uranium cacres
Still stuffing the stockings of doomsday clock-makers
With melting North Pole lumps of coal-hearted cash
‘Till every last Christmas trees nothing but ash
As the fascist machine builds its pyramid scheme
On the dreams of the themes of your Disney World screen
But the credits will roll as the talking heads stroll in
The shoe bombs of Terrorist’s livelihoods stolen
But I leave ‘em spinnin’ like Christopher Nolan
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
Sing me back home
to where I need to be
sing me a tune of my
memories
tell me a story
of saddened goodbyes
whisper
a melody of tears
that we've cried
belt out the words
with no holdin' back
I need reminders
to get me on track
takin' the old worn
railroad bed
hummin' along
with the ones in my head
Chorus-
Oh.. how I long to hear
that lonesome whistle blow
as a haunting old sounds will recall
remind me of how
it all faded away
as each passin' moment
remind me of gladness
sung just yesterday
where I left my heart....
behind
kindly paint me a picture
of each Broken Heart
torn down the middle
in a red Jagged line
color the shades
in a envious green
crooning blue ink
my heart
to remind
Oh... remind me...,
yesterday's dreams
and promises broken
open my ears to
the sounds of Goodbye
force me to listen
to people I'm hurtin'
watch every tear
as it drops when they cry
Chorus
Oh... how I long ...
to listen
as Sweet Singin' Tunes
will recall
lovely ol' footsteps
of children
dancin' in summer
down vacant Halls
remind me of how
it all faded a-way
of how I got here
with each passing day
hangin' on evr'y word
that you say
whisper
in words
with smilin' faces
as my mind returns
as it's slowly
retracin'...
and I .....
remember.... when.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
am a scouser la
dont want ya la dee da
grew up wid a yard
saw gardens from afar
jus me an me ma
wid ar windows barred
against da smackheads
an da scallys
dat wanted wots ars
not dat wot wuz ars
wuz ars anyway
stuff lifted off a wagon
dat got lost on edge lane
comin off da 62
could get ya waylaid
passin thru where i grew up
back in da day
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Inspirational passions,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,
no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action,
this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion,
this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’,
through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies,
with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins,
killin’ the villains and other shady characters,
to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen,
and those that know know and those that don’t don’t,
so there’s no need to was time askin’,
all knowns shown through prose and poem,
the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens,
well then,
welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie,
high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions,
thought we’d escaped and found a way out,
but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in,
Inspirational passion,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,
no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action,
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
The trials I've been facin'
Nothin' like the dreams I'm chasin'
Traveled round the continent
Memories of time I've wasted
Seems like of all the places
All the drugs and girls tasted
I'd find peace in sobriety
But all I've ever been is wasted
Now I look in the mirror..
And oh my god I hear her
Screamin' callin' out my name
I hit the glass.. cuz I can't be near her
The blame the fault is mine
For all the borrowed misused time
I shake I sweat I try to sleep
Ive dug myself in deep this time
I wish I could forget
I try to pray away regret
God ignores my pleas for help
Because I've cried wolf before I bet..
Time is passin' I'm no younger
In life there is so much to plunder
I look ahead to brighter days
But all the forecast calls for thunder
I think it's time I stop tryin'
Wastin' precious breath from cryin'
Paint on a smile, pretend I'm fine
So no one will see inside I'm dyin'
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
he askin' why I ran out in the rain
can't tell him he made me feel this way again
that boy's goin' to vegas at the years end
I know he likes his thai massage with a happy end
I know if I say my soul all this will end
-- Boy you've got me turning
in circles
crazy like bipolar
red hot then an icy shoulder
lost my composure
walk home rainy night
total exposure
I see the train coming
what if my shoes moved
I think my favorite-red-dress
would look best on the tracks
I see your past relationships
I'm gettin the scraps
you built an empire outa bricks
I got sticks
wolves come huffin' and puffin'
I let em' in for 120
you got the dough
my wallet empty
treasure the penny
livin off tips
just the tip
for an extra fifty
takeout thrifty
took a showa
I feel filthy
-- he askin' why I ran out in the rain
can't tell him he made me feel this way again
that boy's goin' to vegas at the years end
I know he likes his thai massage with a happy end
I know if I say my soul all this will end
-- Boy you've got me turning
in circles
crazy like bipolar
red hot then an icy shoulder
lost my composure
walk home rainy night
total exposure
guess I'm looking for a little closure
too much left to interpretation
tryin to be patien
but it's got me down in the pits
these hairy pits itch
but if you need me
call me
what's the sitch
I'll be there on the fly
'cause you my only guy
in my head I'll be asking why--what who when where
but my vocal chords would never dare
afraid one word will end it all
I just want you to give me your all.
he askin' why I ran out in the rain
can't tell him he made me feel this way again
that boy's goin' to vegas at the years end
I know he likes his thai massage with a happy end
He can get whatever whenever
nervous of all the girls passin by
he got his arm around me can't see why
scared I can't match up to the pharo
feelin' like a popper in his maro
windows covered in steam
marry me
make me a queen-
-- Boy you've got me turning
in circles
crazy like bipolar
red hot then an icy shoulder
lost my composure
walk home rainy night
total exposure
I see the train coming
what if my shoes moved
I think my favorite-red-dress
would look best on the tracks
I see the train coming
what if my shoes moved
I think my favorite-red-dress
would look best on the tracks
I see the train coming
see the train coming
see the train comin
what if my shoes moved
what if my shoes moved
my shoes moved
my favorited red dress
it looks best on the tracks
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Walked up to the store
for a little more gin,
caught a car passin,
jumped in front of it,
"WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
All that honking aint nessary.
****
Imma have
a few more drinks.
Found a ditch;
an empty
drainage pipe;
had a few more hits.
Lit up a Marlboro
and I'm back at it again,
jumping in front of cars,
yelling at *************
stumbling the whole way,
falling like frogger
in the ditches,
passing out for awhile.
I'm just tired of being
here,
tired of being,
so imma get drunk as hell
and tell my ma
that when I'm gone
I'm gone.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
*
now have we not walked these roads at time
where many a thing continuously deny
are there no lessons which be to be learned
but them **** circlin' in twists 'n' twirls
why do our minds be deceivin' our souls
longin' hearts be denied by our egos
how truth be our failure at recognition
by those wretched lies we ourselves are livin'
for it's not just the passin' of seconds we be
where we say time we do have not, ye see
busy, always busy in fact with makebelieves
as rather these priorities we seem to keep
we bein' as herds as if all bein' sheep
oh dear body when thy soul leaves
**
..love always...
*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/08/1437
**
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
**** I think the shrooms are starting to take effect
But there's something about the crowd that's getting me upset
There's not enough noise and actually I'm getting a little ******
Me and the Mic start fights with the Bass and Kicks
That's right, this the track you ************* asked for
The grooves from the guys your girlfriend's showin they *** for
The fastest cats laughin while were passin on your action
and crashing your favorite pad to smoke on you favorite stash
and you're mad
but I'm in another galaxy entirely, whole
and I'm watching the smoke trail off the bowl
Reminds me of how my soul leaks out the holes in my body
Given to me as a gift from this kid we call Scottie
Cause his breakbeats so sharp
Piercing through me like darts
and the Tree's basslines change the timing of my heart
Now my spirit's escaping, it's all over the stage
I'm trying to remember the next rhyme on the page
But I'll keep spittin cause my soul grows when I'm rockin a Mic
The bit I lose is made up for when the timing is right
You can see it in the lights, collecting up high
Pooling like mercury, growing with the passing of time
I've got friends with Black Ties, Purple Hearts, and Green Thumbs
Yellow Eyes, and Blue Souls sipping premium Red ***
They burn frosty trees chilling to some cool *** beats
Well what can I say, my soul's blue too some weeks
But that's why we make the music
For scrubbing the spirit, can you hear it?
That's great, but I need you to feel this
Cause this is real **** at last
We clash with popular demand
To make a stand on our hands
And that was always the plan
So if you're at a show
And you see a cloud above the crowd
Remember to breathe deep
Cause it's probably blunt smoke
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
*
how is it possible to close my eyes
when all that is is just passin' by
how on earth should i cover up my ears
when there is nothin' much nor else to hear
i say we truly forgot how to feel
we continue to deny to be real
'n' within those **** lies we be livin'
them unhidden plays 'n' acts we're givin'
ye'd say: 'i do feel 'n' know it all'
by thy many a 'truth' still standin' tall
now would it be no understandin' shall
'n' shall never be when we make it fall
for when we stop our minds elevatin'
then be which story we'd be creatin'
**
..love always...
*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 17/10/1437
**
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I’ve been a cracked soul walking on whole concrete
tar black soles slappin rapidly under weary feet..
the slaps are getting old but still, they repeat, they repeat..
like energizer bunnies, beatin deep on the ground beneath..
the sounds drummin off the walls, comin back, an rattlin my teeth..
I added a couple curses and spit it back rattling the streets..
that day I became a shell of a man walkin on cracked concrete
Cerebellum in hand scratchin my head hopin for thoughts to leak..
caught me starin again, eyes open to the sky, posing like an artful greek..
had this eerie feeling inside, tellin me my soul is an authentic antique..
but I still got uncomfortable when my current eugenics got critiqued..
I’m awed and terrified at what’s to come in my last couple a hundred weeks..
but I knew someday I wanna see laughter passin over a couple of my childrens cheeks..
So that day I began to be a whole man, soul searchin and walkin on my own two feet..
I started off by scratchin words furiously on a tattered old blank sheet..
but I don’t do it purposely to get my name on a brightly lit, white, and gold marquis..
it’s just this is the only voice I’ve got to spit a Kodak picture of my soul for free..
so my hands dance out a thousand words on paper.. every moment, a snapshot of “me”..
I rush to gather the images before they drown in reality like hazy morning dreams..
they stand up as living proof of who I am so I frame em for this crazy world to see..
cause today I stand on solid ground with well planted feet, as the man my family always wanted me to be..
I am the conqueror of both whole, and cracked concrete!!
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:52 AM UTC
Toward thinking - thinking toward that newer stuff.
Implicating a newer truth -
More meaning more than ever what meant before.
[Enter eternity]
Dry unveilings found me dripping and drowning,
Ogling the ones who did it better.
Enlightenment, apparently, doesn't come with instructions -
Sorry, Timmy - do catch me when I'm wiser.
Nit pick my tendencies to
Overcome the dumb junk -
Trippin' about all of the dirt that's piled up on my dirt, already.
Each moment that caters to forgotten smiles,
X's out all of the good times I could've spent passin' the conch shell with somethin' to say - Ha.
I'm itching to perform a miracle.
Settling for truths spilled from frigid lips just ain't my cup of tea -
Thank God.
--
Everything is happening now.
Exhale.
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 10:49 AM UTC
All Ido is contemplate evaporate the hate that shades over my gloomy mind that rains over and kinda say, Hate to love and love to hate.
Live passed not knowing the future wait, holding breath color changing face, Sick and tired, admire by those who shape me into a different place.
im higher than the heavens gates, still feelin fire that burns in to agrresive state, passive and passin the judgment process into the ballin fist state.
Stop messin and stressin im confessin im not in the bestest shape, dont remind me.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
The only hand out ill ever accept is a handshake..
Adrenaline and anger cloud my head and make my hands shake..
Playing the game of life I have to win for these grand stakes...
Plans made and broken, potent **** I'm smokin..
Poppin pills, getting drunk my bodies surely broken..
Whatever makes the pain stop, running ducking raindrops..
And like a Dalmation you can change your ways but you'll always Have the same spots..
Continuous actions, puff puff passin..
Living for the moment i don't care if tomorrow happens..
Running in circles, those closest will hurt you..
Those who say they have your back most certainly desert you..
When the going gets tough, people get going..
I'm stuck in ***** creek and I simply can't start rowing..
Stuck in a bad place but I've made due..
Past actions are the reason I love to hate you..
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
driftin...........
.................................(passin thru)
the panapoly of
....................... those "indifferent"
past the kingdon of amerikka
out to where........
..................free men dwell
------
-----
--
-
where frankie-boy
walks his rounds
where words are sent up
"to awaken"
and lovely ladies walk the hills
and
those-who-love
always find
the deepest sense
of satisfaction
(past the panopoly of those "indifferent")
----
---
--
hey hey hey
let's go there
and
add a new
add a new
poem or song
add a new
add a new
true vision of man
past the kingdom of amerikka
and its panapoly of those "indifferent"
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC
wake the **** up
as if apathy is
more than half of me
casually this takes lives
and I'm another common casuality
"the poor me" type of tragedy
no you're sleeping
yeah you wish you were just dreamin
sittin on cloud 9
passin time with time
I'm trying to find the type of
"showin up for life"
kind of mentality
I want to exchange these flames for a halo
no you're not sleeping
wake the **** up
yeah you wish you were dreamin
I'm running out of patience
wake the **** up
next year I might be 23
not much to show for all of it
dually noted- I want to make a difference
so I'll have no regrets when I'm lying
on that bed losing consciousness and dyin
but I'm alive now right?
I must have meaning
but feels like
where ever I am
sunshine or snow
all the seasons go
I guess I was in it
- into some ******** for all the
wrong reasons
it's always the reasons
and reasons
are just masked excuses
I don't understand your language
HUH?
speak the **** up
and stop it
get the **** up
stop drowning is self doubt
just stop it
pick yourself the **** up
stop this
no you're not sleeping
wake the **** up
yeah you wish you were dreamin
I'm running out of patience
wake the **** up
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Two young people
Living without a thing
Say their youthful vows
And they spread their wings.
A little bitty boy and a little bitty girl
She don’t care about his style
She don’t care about what he got
She just likes his smile
They aint thinking about the future
They ain’t making plans
They ain’t thinking about family
And they ain’t using their hands
But then when you’re living on love it don’t matter
And it may sound cliché, it may sound the same
But love oh love
Can walk through the fire and flames
It may sound silly
But it’s truer than you think
Love can withstand the heat
Without needing a drink.
All it takes is one little look
All it needs is a little bit of pain
And a little bit of endurance
The belief in the passin’ of the rain
That’s living on love
Like an old fairytale book
It’s possible to live on love
It just takes one look.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 12:13 PM UTC
a girl tole me she loved me
I kept sippin my beer
she persisted
so did i
..................
once a girl loved me
thru the passin of years
we never said nothin
to eachother
about it
.........
the girl that i married
(now what IS her name?)
you can go ask her
if you must know
i think she's in the park with the kid
...........
i write poetry
she does macrame
sometimes i help her
what a mess
i do the simple square knots
she does the rest
................
when it comes to the revolution
she's miss liberty
of the story
the fullest meaning
she looks at all creation
with a sense of nurturing
.......
she never tole me she loves me
i mean "why?"
if a thing aint known
it must be a lie
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 1:41 PM UTC
15 April 2014
In a few hours, we will
Grow apart from each other.
I will never see you again
But maybe, you will see me.
Passin’ along the way,
Never knowin’ who you are.
But for now—
Let me miss you,
Just until I don’t.
It’s rather a strange time
When we met, I was down
Broken into bits ‘n’ pieces
Of the universe and her.
But you seemed to care
About me ‘n’ liked
My flaws and everythin’
In between my legs.
On the other hand,
I still couldn’t find anythin’
That I don’t like
About her.
In fact, I believed—
That we are the mundane,
Jack and Rose
In this lifetime
A hundred and two years later
And countin’, still…
But you—
You are different from her,
Like how the silence
Would fill the war room.
There’s no tinge of uneasiness to it
Our breaths cadence with each other
Our hands found their ways
To remove the cloths that bound us
Our lips meet in utter urgency
It was comforting.
Somethin’ inside you
Made me safe
To anchor my ship
And dock in your harbour
As the storm ravages
Everythin’ that’s left
Of the universe and her, and I
Every morning, I try to
Figure out what went wrong.
But “nothin’” was all—
She could ever say to me
I was hopin’ she’d say
That I messed up, that
We couldn’t be what we are b’fore
Or there wasn’t much—
To talk about anymore,
Anythin’, but nothin’
Really at all.
The silence is dreadful,
I no longer felt safe.
The comfort of havin’ her,
Was replaced with—
Great amount of uneasiness.
I was hurt and felt—
Unwanted.
Lately, it’s hard to see her
With strangers around
Who’s a thousandfold
Interestin’ than me.
But it’s harder to see her,
In ethereal happiness with them.
Maybe the universe wants
Me to love you and forget her,
But I miss her and I love her
Probably too much—
That I still wear my heart on my sleeve.
You— you’re just a loose change
Of everythin’ that we’ve through.
Here’s two cents of my thoughts:
You can have me,
But you can never love me.
The universe and her, and I—
We are the mundane,
Jack and Rose
After all…
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC