"payback" poems
I seek the thrill of knowing
Of knowing it all
I seek the truth it tells me
The truth of it all
Cause this world is empty
And full of lies
But there is more on the other side
The answers it brings
Lead to more questions
An endless road
It’s the answers that keep me going
And the questions that bring me back
All these unanswered questions
Are the payback for the wisdom
I am found
And yet more lost than I was before
I yearn to be free
Not held back by thoughts
But I yearn to know just the same
It’s an addiction I can’t stop
Is enlightenment just a trick
Or do we really know it all
When we know nothing
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
I beg inside my soul to have you.
I don't love you.
I want to feel passion, desire, and the warmth of another body pressing against me
I could grab any man I wanted, but I want you.
I see your brown hair
let me run my fingers through, just once
Your eyes
soft earth
Your lips
pink lilacs
And all I want is your body
Which is very saddening.
To only want to use someone, then toss them aside like trash
How can you?
And still fall asleep at night without thinking about a face wet with tears
your fault
I simply want to do to you
What you have done
To All the women before me,
The same song as a trickery
I want you to fall in love with me
an instrument meets the music
I want you to hold me close and kiss me, as you share your fears and truths.
a melody plays softly
I want you to believe in love because of me
Think of me, breathe me, and miss me when we are not together
accelerato tempo
Until one day you meet me in a corner booth at our favorite restaurant, and I rip your heart to shreds
*Look, I never loved you. I lied.
I used you to get what I want.
You are a pathetic, self-serving dung heap that only thinks about himself. You wooed me, I pretended to like you, so I could dig under your thick facade of masculinity, and discover your sensitive side. I know what you are--man whore--and I enjoyed using you. You can lie to everyone, every woman from this point on, but ten years from now, when you are married to wife number four and you are waiting for her to come home and she never does, I want you to crawl into the bed you made and bawl like the whining, sniveling baby you truly become at night when no one else is around you. I hope 'lonely' presses you down so hard it hurts to breathe. And maybe then you might turn into a different man or at least your miniscule brain will have an inkling of true heartbreak. Doubtful though--I win. You lose*
Then I get up and walk away from you, ignoring any pleas and ****** slurs.
Caesura
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Wet season becomes dry
But dryness is not permanent;
It's a test.
And when one embrace the vision,
There will be a provision
Unto him, due to his higher calling.
There is a revival
An awakening of the soul
There, justice shall submerge
And it shall be a payback time.
For to where a revelation lies,
There will be power and inspiration
And the keys to the multitudes:
Faith, prayer and obedience.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
My Prince Charming has turned into an ugly, old toad,
but that’s what happens when you choose this road.
The road so traveled by all the toads before;
makes me wonder what you see at the ****** door.
I would think by now it would be rotten and smell,
but that’s not where my thoughts will dwell.
Why are they always uglier than me?
It can’t be because you like what you see.
Is it because the ****** like to drink beer?
Or is it because they’ll **** on your spear?
You’d think by now all of you would have warts.
You know the kind that stays in your shorts.
You think you’re so handsome, have you looked in the mirror?
One day soon they won’t let you get nearer.
But by then you will not make me cry
and they’ll look like they were put up wet to dry.
They may be younger but you keep getting older.
What will you do when you get the cold shoulder?
What will they do when you run out of money?
I bet they won’t think that it’s very funny.
Or how about when the pills are all done?
I bet a fight will be caused over that one.
Nothing like pill-head ****** to ***** around with.
To get them drunk, does it take a fifth?
An eight ball of coke, that ought to do it.
When it’s all gone I bet you don’t get in it.
I may have been with you through thick and thin,
but I ain’t touching that warty skin.
We did have magic for so many years,
but that was before the coke and beer.
One day I’ll see you all and grin.
For you’ll have caught the clap: what a payback for sins.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Hey you, are you hiring?
Business men dressed in 3 pieces, are you ready for this?
I don’t have much experience and I don’t have a fancy degree, but boy do I have SOUL. FUNK! A dazzling personality. And nice calves.
Assess me, judge me like you own a gavel.
Today I was walking along Paradise Lane, I stumbled over someone’s lost hope and fell on another’s pile of pride. Hey, I never said that I was ON Paradise Lane, friends.
Hey you, are you hiring?
Something on your breath doesn’t smell right, and the twinkle in your eye basically says that I was turned down from the moment I said, “Hello, my name is_________…”
Numbered. An unassociated member of free-thinking, I am in the business of dreams and tree forts, let me take YOU for a spin.
You wake up, dread doing so. All for some monkey in a 3 piece to put you in the system as a federal reserve payback bill.
HEY YOU, ARE YOU HIRING?!
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
With Lackey and Heyward both turning blue
The Chicago Cubs scored a mighty big coup
Kind of a payback for Brock, comma Lou?
What, oh what are the Cardinals to do?
We’re pretty sad, say the fans dressed in red,
That both of those guys chose Chicago instead
But a person would have to be daft in the head
To give up the St. Louis Cardinals for dead.
Yes, the Cubbies think that they have enough
But the whole NL Central is pretty **** tough,
Which team do you think will have the right stuff?
To win in September, when winning gets rough?
2016 will be pretty fun.
There’s quite a Division race to be run
When game 162 is finished and done
We will see which team, the most games, has won.
Yes, next year the race will be closely contended
During the season you might have me un-friended
But in winter time, our rivalry suspended
We can cheer for the Bears till their season is ended.
Phil Lindsey 12/12/15
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Under attack once again
From those who make themselves available to him
By now one would think I'd be use to it
He knows my weakest link
How to distress me
He knows who to send to me and when
Who is vulnerable and who is not
Whoever allows themselves to be used as a pawn
Surely shall get used
No deposit required
While payback awaits
Most are used unknowingly
Driven to say and do as if instructed by an invisible force
Blinded not by the light
But rather by the darkness
However there is a weapon to be used
A weapon that will and can disarm
To master the art of knowing from whence it comes
Then to ignore it
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
What Dr. Lector devours with fava beans, inside rots. Too much Chianti?
Not likely. Likely, not enough
but there has been much else. Still,
no amounts warranting any shy example of overload. Mild splurges,
done in high style equal
nothing in comparison to toxic
baths taken in industrial grindstone
mortors. And the payback?
Walking papers and abdominal lump.
Poke it and choke on acid reflux. Pop
more pills to keep it down. Downers
prescribed on more downers.
Feeling down? Have another downer.
What else can we do? Your MRI's
and ultrasound, unsound, do not
come with flag from foreign invader,
claiming this new territory for king.
So, blame it on the offal.
Blame it all on the offal for not
having guts and glory
to fight off its own infection.
And eat your chicken livers.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
It had been one of those enervating days,
when officialdom and red tape paperwork
had ****** the yolk and marrow leaving only
a dullness that yawed the ghost ship of her frame.
She decided not to cook, as much as
payback for her ordeal by proper channels.
And so to the "Toilet Bar", cafe of choice
for malicious villagers, though rarely women.
The men folk hardly stared upon her entrance,
by now they knew those leopard skin boots,
that packed a wallop they grudgingly took
stock of, then returned to their cheese and wine.
This was her quarter of salt cod with cream,
prepared by owner Paula and daughter Carolina,
the only other women tolerated amongst the chairs,
that smelled of tar and testosterone.
Lacking collars three tumbled to the stony street,
drunken mechanic, one armed plumber, peg-legged sailor,
the kerfuffle amusing her, their wicked aunt.
Another Lagoan night that shimmered out to sea.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
All praise to AHAYAH BAHASHAM YASHIYAH
the most high GOD , No they can't be no higher
My siblings are asleep , They're all lost sheep
It's time to wake up , the children of Jacob
QAM YASHARALAH
get back up on your feet
Open up your eyes to all these lies and deceit
The end times are near , but there's nothing to fear
This old world will start to crumble up , and disappear
A new heaven and earth, as it is written
It's already prepared but of now it is hidden
If you follow the prophecy , it just beats down theology
So just continue to endure , soon pain will be no more
As it is written in REVELATIONS 21 and 4
Locked up under key ,Satan will be bound
No longer able to send off his hounds
When a thousand years are up , the devil will be set free
And chaos will start to abrupt
For a short season , but what's the reason?
AHAYAH don't play that
Rain fire from the heavens
He's just going to take back , what's rightfully his
(Payback that is!)
His days of ruling are over, the devil can't stay
Now it's his time to pay , just cut the wire
He's thrown down to the lake of fire
Wickedness will leave , it shall depart
No longer left to cleave on to our hearts
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Who said being wrecked doesn't allow one to smile ?
*Who said **** like that !?*
Softness is not a weakness ; it is a strength.
Maybe one doesn't notice anymore but this world
is cruel. Softness allows people not to notice that cruelty.
A smile in the early mornings, a gentle touch when you feel down,
A hand after a fall, a hug when loneliness is one's only friend,
Love whenever one needs it. Softness. Courage. Caring.
Softness when one doesn't wait for a payback. When it is from
Pure altruism. Altruism, a rare quality that can quickly be a weakness.
Simply because that strength one must tame, is tiering. The courage to
give everything and not wait for anything back… Softness.
Sadly, to integrate that softness into one's life, it means that,
That one has been wrecked before, that one knows the cruelty of our world to be able to be caring, loving, supportive.
And then comes softness. When one can smile and still be wrecked. When one makes you the priority before oneself. When one can give you a hand after a fall. When one hugs you so tight all the broken pieces come back together. When one loves you no matter what. One's soft.
Softness. Is. Not. A. Weakness. It is pure altruism and pure caring.
It takes courage and bravery. It is a strength hard to handle. And it is rare.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Just a little cheeky one thats all i said I'd have
and 4 hours on much later's
Me's dying for a drag
aint smoked for like forever
but beer head is in charge
my goggles working overtime
be jeez look at that ****
The pub did so just kick me out
but night i wasna done
me dancing shoes were ready now
its time to boogie on
I danced just like me father
and dancing all seemed fine
until the big bad bouncer said
son you've had your time
I'm wobbly to be standing
and speech a lickle off
me hiccups still aint faded on
I'm on a spinning top
I ate like just some time ago
yet fancy a kebab
with chili sauce to burn my mouth
and payback morning aft
Now lying in my bed of dreams
a world goes spinning by
my head is working over time
I think I'm gonna die
my bucket is beside me
its used and nearly full
kebab and all the trimmings
mmm a boffing here we go
Next morning was the worst of days
with smells id sooner not
a bucket full of you know where
oh god i'm gonna cough!!!!!
My head felt like it's jelly wool
my legs were all a mush
I'd only done a cheeky beer
regrets ??Don't make me laugh
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
3 years deep at least
hiding from yourself more than me
honesty is healing, your honestly killing me
why would you
say that, i need payback
say that, when you knew that
it was lies, projecting all the time
i let your into my house, into my life
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022 at 12:40 PM UTC
If charged particles are not guilty of existence, why would anyone be? Man who holds book or man who holds gun, the choice is neither obvious or attenuated. Reactionary causes rash tactlessness. Still, proof must be exposed. Who will avenge a payback unpunished? How to take satisfaction in evening the score, when so many more will fall before any justice will cure the lure to revenge? It depends, on how charged particles defend, or how you decipher foe from friend. Call upon prudence, or we shall see no end. Precaution is canniness in your own circumspection. Please use forethought for neither the neutron or proton are happy with these electrons.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
the early riser guider, pastel orb of high color value,
looks askance at the two men watching it,
for fresh and clean, it, the sun, from
the horizon born and bathed and toweled blue terry sky dry
the men, well they stinkin'
from body sweat hikin' and grease and drinkin'
Mr. Coffee and cheap *****
an expensive high, when next day payback comes due
but none better for inspire to hire and
merging men's alternative verses writ in alternating styles,
trading stanzas under a lighting-felled inspiration tree,
waiting for that insightful light that comes too brief
how can it be each thinks, that tho never in the flesh met,
thank to Mr. Coffee and cheap *****
the bond just gets stronger every day way,
the poetry better with each sippin',
as many rivers confluent on their way home
to the slightly jealous observing Pacific sea,
the original mother lode of all creation,
well, She says:
*"boys,
good job and good luck remembering anything
and getting home safe and sound!"*
to which we drink a toast of Mr. Coffee and cheap *****
and it ocurs to one, perhaps both,
this is kinda a love poem after all
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Ambitious Girl:
Consider this my reiteration.
I wanna read your books, and not just your looks.
Knowing what you look like ; I wanna be in your space - but not so much that I interfere with your education.
Let me say this,
Congratulations on being the very best you could ever be.
Putting priorities over everything, Miss couldn't get that coach cause tuition was due.
& sallie was nagging for a payback.
Sallie was nagging for a payback.
And you paid that, plus tax.
Miss made so many friends stepping with the sisters.
whatever it is, I hope you pledge an existence that'll make your existence, persistent.
Forever my queen, say you're listening...
Look, I'm still talking .
You love school but you're sick of Sally maybes .
No *** , you're the lucky one because all your friends have babies.
And you ain't slept , up thinking , tomorrow's that big test .
Few of your friends stripping you don't judge em' though.
You're insecure with your body so you like "forget it yo!"
So, I put you on that pedestal,
Girl I'm just saying your work ethic makes you edible.
Me a freak? That's something that they will never know.
Look, you're something they can never see;
You overpower anything them other girls could ever be.
Go ahead and prepare for class, hit me when you finish up.
It's never too late, we'll celebrate soon as the grades come.
Shout to them girls in the club with no relations between their professors .
Yes sir, I propose a toast to them girls - that you offer them ones but they never let you.
I love your ambition.
Okay, shout out to them 4.0s and even 2.5s ; who signed up & failed but say "whatever , I tried."
It's nothing to deny for having a strong mind, I'll make sure to keep you in mind.
You're still someone I can ride with; dress up & get fly with.
It's still something you provide , you never hide , that makes me wanna get inside .
Look, ambition will define you, never worry about them hating chicks that wish to be just like you.
My goal is to serenade you everyday with these verses until you no longer insecure, obscure and hurting .
They gon know you;
Chasing your dreams, instead of chasing what's in a dudes' jeans.
And God blessed me with a lot of patience , but I ain't had none in a while - I need your AS(S)pirations .
I love your aspirations!
Ambitious Girl...
Fourth generation.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
I believe that
givers never quit
because they wish
their generosity would be
reciprocated.
Never waiting for payback.
Only hoping that the taker
may become a giver
for someone else.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
I want to move on.
But how can I move on when I owe you so much?
Pain
Tears.
Sleepless nights.
Heartaches.
Time.
Wouldnt it be selfish of me to not give it back?
I owe you that, payback.
-InTheWorldOfCyn
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Accent of my deceiver,
Scent of that liar,
Something that I once acquired,
Before despising the sight of her,
Tail I tugged,
Before you sliced me at the throat,
Warmth of another’s bed,
You are no longer plaguing my head,
Feeding into the thoughts I bred,
The fears I cultivated,
Despite decades before my timely death,
A weakling at one point in life,
When a robber wields a knife,
When a priest lays his hands upon a victim,
Even the evangelical fall,
Even the strong-willed think of letting their throat slouch,
You are only human,
I’m more than you’ll ever be!
Take a seat boy
Before I bury your skull,
Beneath my heel and off my feet,
I’ll be there to hold your hand,
While your heart begins to cease,
I’ll be there, when you can no longer speaking,
As you stare towards the sky then to me,
I’ll be there to keep eye contact,
For you see the smirk,
Smearing across my face,
For you to feel my grip tightening,
As your breathes continue fading,
And right before you realize,
Right before what lies ahead,
Specifically for you,
Is an eternal darkness, reserved for,
The wickedest of souls,
Oh how I yearn to watch you decay,
Counting down the days,
Till that moment when I’ll find you on the forest floor,
before comforting you too insure you die alone,
Payback for everything,
We are all the victims,
The guilty!
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
There was much in her madness to draw us in.
Poetry was payback, electroshock for readers,
collusion between self and the culture oppressing women.
Rebelling against the limitations of a woman's sphere,
seeking refuge in career, a feminist before it was chic,
writing poems as a poultice against death
lurking in the shadows of a conflicted mind.
Sylvia, what was the dialogue you had with Death?
He deceived you in the mirror,
made you tremble at the foot of the stairs,
hissed from the potatoes in the kitchen,
till you sought solace in the oven's jets.
You were an artist out of time.
It's safe to come in from the depression now.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
It's so funny how u played me time and time again,
now its coming back on u, Didn't i tell u you would pay in the end?
U cheated on me 1, no 2, maybe 3 too many times,
now whose heart is getting broken? It sure isn't mine,
yeah u was a playa, but now you've played the wrong game,
You had me feeling like a little ***** in the past, but now... u feeling the same,
So now u know how i felt and how it feels to be treated like dirt,
I know you're sorry now, but it feels good to me just to see u hurt,
Maybe now you'll live by the lesson that u have learned,
If u play with the fire, you're gonna get burned.
THE END.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
Der mom and dad,
This is an open letter to you
Finally, my actions have given me there fruit.
There are so many things which I cannot payback
Your love is something to which wealth will never match.
Remember back in '99?
You smiled when I cried.
The hospital authorities scared you when I was born
They said, soon I will be gone.
My lungs fought
despite their taunts.
Daddy finally found something to love more than his cigarettes
Till today, you've made sure I don't go hungry to bed.
I remember th early 2000s
When were pretty broke
Let it be anything,
Your refused to say no if I wanted more.
Hell, I was pretty demanding
Maybe I still am
But I take this opportunity to thank you for everything
Mom, thank you for giving me the X chromosome
I know I lose my temper often
But you're the sweetest person I'll ever know.
I remember
When you were against me getting tattoos
I told you it would be about the family
and you said "When you get it, I want to be there too."
If today anyone calls me pretty
it would be because of your genes
I didn't inherit them all
but I know when not to be mean.
I promise,one day I'll give the world to you
Make you lead the life which you wanted to.
We have nothing yet everything
You both are the only one who will understand these lines' meaning
Hey there little sister
You're probably too young to read this letter
I love you more than anything else
You're my reason to live
and wait for this darkness to end
We can communicate with each through our minds
Just remember you'll always burn bright
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Dangerman
—a buyer and seller
of mostly himself
Petticoat
—a ***** on the take
and about to slip
Each made promises to the other
but both loved journeys
and valleys
and limericks
and turntables
and spirits
and skirt-raising
and slowdives
and lip-biting
and come-hither
more than their here-and-now vow
Trigger-happy begetter
with an ax to grind
killing captives slowly
with jagged little things
it's the strangest sound
in spite of the plight of
the ringing in his ears
it never fades away
I reckon numbers and lead are arbitrary
to a button man
whose wheels turn circles
mainly in his skull
revolving/rouletting
as infinite go-around
Never mind though, the time must be now
for a show of hands
Motherhood waited in the ship's hold
until the treasure hunt
brought her to this final island
a choice between gold
and the aging ******
The young who suckle at her breast
might one day run mum through
with the sword at Payback
—that unsteady little homestead
where profit and loss
share the same face
Never mind though, the moment must be now
to ring the bell
And raise redemption
like a burning flag of regret
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 10:03 AM UTC
Lying still
Aroused by your unexpected
Unwanted scent
Go away
You aren't here anymore
You don't belong
To the strength
Belief
And love
That has pulled me through
This isn't yours
It never was
jm
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC