"permenant" poems
The river winds in from distant lands
With mercyless power it turns stone to sand
Through its mysterious life, the very earth it commands
And Yet the fearful river still runs through our hands.
In torrents of furry where the deepest currents flow
The rivers wild waters surge with woe. For
Onward, forever, its destined to go
A permenant home it won't ever know.
The river runs from each of us
As a refugee of fear,
It knows in a blink it will be somewhere else
Its waves are really its tears.
It runs from the audacity
Of the selfish human mind
As Its massive life capacity,
Of flora and fauna combined,
Are threatened by our antics and helpless to our crime
So the river runs on their behalf, from everyone, in time-
even within its whitecap foam
Water's yearning for a home
So roam does the water- endlessly,
till its long gone out of sight
The essential droplets of the river-
Nomads day and night.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
The rusted belt is tight
in our hometown city.
Black smoke masks the lights
In one gaseous setting;
the permenant fitting
Of our hometown city
Trees exchange steel
In our hometown city.
You’ve never seen the wheels
churn and the deals burnt
In the factories that take pity
On the nitty-gritty of our
Own hometown city.
The last laughs with us
In our hometown city
We don’t’ ride the Cali bus,
But yea, I'd say we are witty,
cause al'the prettiest girls
Live in our hometown city.
The river’s been burnt
In our hometown city.
Yea we’ve learned a lot
From our own ad(e)missions;
And now, clinics fill prescriptions
in ourown hometown city
In my own hometown city
We’re slicker than you,
Even though our York’s isn’t new…
Why? Watch my city revive in
Front of your eyes- then ask me;
Why is this your hometown city?
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
We are thinkers
They are dreamers
We are quiet
They are loud
We see hard times
They look past them
What we see isnt permenant
What they see will outlast them
While we are thinking
They are doing
while we are listening in
They are speaking out
We talk in a whisper
They always shout
We try to look on the brightside
Yet we go blind
They stare a the sun
and seem to be fine
We think we know all
They admit they know nothing
Weve done nothing at all
But these fools were good for something
We saw ourselves as smarter
But come to realize
these fools truly grasp
what matters in life
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
welcome to houston texas
we roll swangas n swishers
we might hit cha
with the torch
if ya dont know where ya stand
in the ghetto we never let go
of painful memories
we got brothers get shot by cops
to brothers getting got
by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own
phone home
soon to be at the crossroads
knockin at thugs mansion door
got **** how did i get smoked
i thought i was backed by my locs
now im sittin with malcolm
and martin n garvey
enjoying a smoke
wish i could reach deep into the pains
of black folks brain
and let em know
we used to be kings n queens
but **** dont flipped
once they change the color of the script
but ***** i peep game since i was embryo
last of a dying breed corrupt seed
we can changr indeed
we just gotta change waht our minds feed
but we too intrigue
from the worlds scent
a ghetto ih
now that've got your intention
lets form a syndication
reform strategize black nation
we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin
nothing but flawless beats
smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet
or better yet the bayou classic
listenin to magic
1 0 2 point one everybody having fun
without the use of a gun
buts ther3s always one
that wanna start ****
got his wig split
now take a picture for yo casket
wish times wasnt so hard
but im always on the guard
sneaky *** white supremacy
pushin gay antics
miss with that semantic
yall aint slick
so let me hit ya with some of the realist
rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im
tired of this ****** poor livin
everyday sinning
no winning stuck at a permenant loss
but somehow my soul still grows
even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
5am wakes a blinding bright orange sun
Standing out against the pale grey sky.
Below, a cityscape of grey.
No cars and few people move this early.
Portland, like most of us, is having a foggy morning.
Two bodies fade to color on a rooftop.
Their crusty eyes
Crack to vibrant orange light,
Half expecting search helicopters
Or seagulls pecking at their limbs.
Praying, for ravens.
They only find each other.
A beach towel beneath them
Half a bottle of ***** beside them
Next to their backpack and undergarmets.
It almost resembles a prayer circle.
Kicked blanket at their feet,
Brazier overhead,
Belt and trinkets to the side.
Lord knows what they were summoning last night.
They sure as hell can't remember.
They only remember touch and smell,
Light lavender hips,
Big Bourbon chest,
Fingers tracing artwork in the dark
Admiring both
Memories and their permenance.
Unfortunately,
This wasn't permenant.
After they climb down it's
He to a hospital.
She to a husband and child.
The orange sun coo'd too early.
Just two hours of freedom
Before the goodbyes and consequences.
A short glimpse of another world.
Hoping for closure.
One step forward.
Three steps back.
When their bodies left the rooftop.
They held hands.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
I had to learn eventually
Someone else makes you smile
Someone else occupies your mind
Someone else holds you up
I have to realize what we had was literally nothing
Compared to her now
I hope that smile is permenant till your last days here
Wrinkly, old, wise and jubilant
Warm in your bed
Nothing but best wishes truly
-from the girl you called your wonderwall to maybe your unicorn to now no one
Au revoir
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
I've been branded new
painted blue
fallen through
because of you
Tears that drown
permenant frown
sobbing sound
I"m a letdown.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
The days are endless
and the pain is permenant
The nights are watching the fan dance on the ceiling
and the tears are flowing
It all started when they poured the anger and the sadness
into my heart
I couldn't tell them to stop, I couldn't do a thing
& it turns out, it was actually cement
And thats when you came along
right there, at the perfect moment,
to walk all over me,
and now my heart bleeds your footprints
& thats the thing about cement
once it hardens
it takes years and constant strength to
crack,
if your lucky.
They tell me
I should be okay
That what they did
shouldn't hurt me in the slightest
Then they tell me my thoughts
are wrongful,
that I should just move on
but I can't grasp what they mean
all I want is someone to drill my
cemented heart to smithereens
then, maybe, I'll be able to sleep again
& maybe I'll be able to feel
that heartbeat
the one they say, makes you a free spirit
For now the endless days carry on
and I'm stuck with a cemented heart
that just won't break.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
She writes a story of an empty promise
A shallow dream
Where a body lays sloppily covered with a mound of dirt
Screaming for attention it never got within the existence of life
Nobody seems to mind
While the soul of the tormented cries selfishly over what was lost
What was taken for granted
Given up without a thought
Now left to wallow in the winds
No chance for tomorrow
And nobody to blame but his own stupid choice
To put a revolver in his mouth
And press the button
To an unforgivable sin
An irreversible curse of self pity
And the inability to feel the tickle of God's creatures ripping away what is left
Of that hallow subsistence
She writes a story of an empty promise
Again..
and Again...
With no chance for an end
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:21 AM UTC
inner struggles
heart so true
how could it not be
You
am I a fool
pulse races
lingering thoughts
whatever you want
how we enjoy the taunt
breathing steadies
surrender wins
how do I begin
when its going to sting
stronger than ever
lost in your essence
if only t'was a permenant presence
taking what is
for thats all there is to give
releasing the sin
living now from within
Jan 15, 2010
Jan 15, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
I need to find new ways to express
the same way I've felt year after year.
Unique combinations of perfect poetry
that somehow convey exactly what I go through on a day to day basis.
This is me once again trying to shoot that target,
even if I never get the chance to yell bullseye.
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I miss the sparks we had in every moment together, the ones that ignited our love to burn ferociously blue, not a gentle red.
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That was great but I think I missed, I'll give it another try.
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There is no remedy to prescribe for this disease of a life you left me lost in. All I can hope for now is that these words navigate their way onto your screen.
I design maps in every poem I jot down, with the illusion that someday you WILL find the path back to us.
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No... that one was accurate, but I'll try to be more precise.
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I falsify myself anytime someone looks at me by wearing a mask that I'm not sure I can ever take off.
I don't have the courage to do that, because there's not a right way to explain how such permenant blemishes didn't start off as birthmarks. They don't even look like scars, but rather lesions where you chose to purposely poison every inch of my being.
My only method of eradicating you from my body was to turn my emotional pen and ink into something that I'm not embarrased to show the world.
My tattoos are etched so that I can finally decide what I look like on the outside, the person I saw myself becoming before I met you. Although, even these painful shades I continue forcing myself to endure won't hide the knowledge I am left blinded by.
We both know the real ones were engraved a long time ago in spaces so buried, so bottomless that not even the busiest gravedigger could stumble upon them.
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That felt like a closer hit.
Next time I decide to load my handgun I'll make sure to take a deep breath and focus, maybe then can I actually shoot the center of these criminal emotions that ****** me time and time again.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Magnum honey
put down the gun
Please don't do this
It wont be any fun
I know you're hurting
I know you're in pain
But suicide is a permenant thing
for a temperary Pain
I'm here for you
your Little Kotehok
I will never stray
You're stronger then this
I know its scary
I know you just want to lay down
and
D
I
E
But Mags Dont do this
I need you in my life
You're my Onekyh
I know you're slipping
I know you're empty
But put down the Russian *****
And put down that pistel
I'm here
I'm here for you
Lean on me
I've got you.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
My darling,
We sold our hearts on the open market, our profit: series of lies,
false desires and shattered hopes.
We knew the risks,
knew the tribulation and yet we became love addicts.
Who would have thought, us two little girls would become this?
Dying shells of innocence.
Who would want us now?
What would become of us now?
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did we go wrong, my love.
Where did it go wrong?
Spiders lacing a sticky web of secrets have choaked our vibrance,
left with only remants of joy and diaster.
What are we suppose to do?
For so long we danced with the Devil.
He was the only one who had wanted us.
Now I say goodbye to you.
I beg of you not to morn the days of us.
I beg you to remember the days when like the wind we blew free with no permenant direction.
I must leave you, but I will not stay long in this world we have created.
We will forever have the memories when ignorance was bliss and innocence was just passing.
I love you and if I could I would be lying right beside you,
stroking the sun lit hair.
I leave you, my love.
I believe our last addiction will be our last...
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 4:35 AM UTC
The bugs in my head won't go away,
They've taken up permenant residence in my brain,
I can feel them at the nape of my neck -
they're crawling deeper into me,
Eating away,
Eroding my mind.
If they insist on staying
I hope the memory of you is the first to go.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
I still remember how you looked that January afternoon
The way your hair was after the snow.
The briefest of split seconds- as it landed, before it melted to nothing.
Bitterly cold but suffocatingly warm
The start of something was crisp in the air.
Unfamiliraties and awkwardness melted away with the snow
And something else came and replaced it.
Something infinite and permenant.
Something beautiful.
In that solitary moment we could never have thought it might not quite last forever.
That's why the snow always makes me think of you.
After it all.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
Nothing about us without us,
Always about us, you're without us.
Including the moments in history, that deserve our religious screams, our outrage and defiance,
The human rights that slip your systemic mind from time to time, because it comes with a billboard that has a painted letter of a capital D.
We own the crippled and crumpled pages,
Your oppression is our spark of history,
Flattering the pages and creating a novel,
a permenant marker of our precence.
Will you pick it up and understand?
We made our place in the palm of your hand,
This is about us, and without us you wont stand.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
If only for a moment I choose to glance,
Im subject to that terrible chance
That only we alone might understand what it is we're so capable of.
When I look at you, I cant help but wonder how you ended up so incredibly lost.
Jaded and sedated, a glare aware but medicated is all thats looking back at me. And so this love? Well it isnt only a place, but essential I realize as the salt soaks my face.
When I look in The Mirror Im overcome with disgrace, for the damage I so willingly embrace, is now all too permenant- like a scar sculpts the face: away from the mirror myself I must chase, round and around in life's fatal race.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
The lights switch off
But the smile stays
Plastered on and
Completely fake
It won't come off
It never will
Tears begin to fall
Smiling still
The screams are heard
across the house
no one cares
it's normal now
Breaking into pieces
thoughts locked in cages
break down the walls
and rewrite your pages
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
They stare
Too many of them do it
They look at you with their sideways
face.
They don't peer
They arn't peers
Lack all intuition
And empathy
"What?"
"Huh?"
With a plastered on smile
On their sideways face
I am done trying to explain
to the people frozen in their
permenant Dutch Angles
"Wait, what?"
You can stick your sideways face
up your sideways ***
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
Of all the things you've looked at and said
"Wow, that's so beautiful."
How many are still there?
Ten?
Maybe just the ocean?
Picture a playground
Swing set jungle gym
Whatevers on a childrens playground
It's behind your house.
You go there twice a week
There's tutus and there's overalls
And there's little horses with springs on the bottom
That are slightly rusted
But they rock back and fourth and don't fall over anyway
Because they're so far
Dug down into that playground tar
It's just, permenant
It takes three men wearing orange vests to pull it out of the ground.
There are memories there.
Some of them are even caught on video
And you
You can't go there again
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Hang on me on a telephone pole
And let my skin crackle and
Crinkle in the sun.
Let the ravens make nests in my hair
Until they cloak me with a cape
As feathery and black as death
Who comes to say hello.
He embraces me.
Tells me my soul is desirable.
He wraps his arms around me.
And kisses my mouth.
The kiss is soft and cold
And permenant
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
3/27/2016
teeter tottering on my penny loafers
down Nassau street,
I smelled a Newport and remembered
why it reminded me of the days full
of princetonian guile, that were no more
two years ago to the date,
I was meeting so many new people
finding out what it was like making a habit out of going downtown.
two years later I take the train
downtown
that is, in a different town.
My paltry self, forgettable as the days went on, fading quietly in my own personal, dark mess, crawled through alleyways and down stair cases and up them to rooftops.
Now my sense of self sits slobbering on a desk, the town feels surreal to me
I prefer New York of course.
I went to visit him, sat on that conjugal bed and traced ribcage,
Looked out the window
saw all of New York
the empire shining like a
big sparkly monster,
the staid windows that each held,
You know,
a different story,
or something.
The smell of hot trash- you know,
I miss that
I tell her
"Id spend a day in a landfill just to live
there."
As opposed to an hour on
the train tracks. well, at least it is
an hour.
I grab a hot chocolate just like the old days,
on Witherspoon,
and trace the route I took a year ago
down Stockton
when I went to pick you up
from the arriving section
of the station.
Now I'm hoping
I'll hobble over to depart
and you'll walk a certain way
just in a different city
To penn station
two years or so from now, I suppose
"If I'm not dead by then," I laugh with her
I'll stay in New York for good- with you.
But I went from the permenant staid fixture on the Nassau sidewalk
to a typhoidic city rat in a year so who knows
I hope it does not happen again
for I didn't care much for Princeton
As opposed to sharing a pantry with
you
those tall grey monsters in the backdrop painting, in the Greek tragedy of life, our lives.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
How quick i am to leave permenant reminders on my body for moments of psychological pain
But then again, those moments are excruciating and overwhelming, swalloing all other thoughts
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC