"pixar" poems
Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes
Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes
Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes
Sly double entendres and tickley teases
Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop
Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop!
Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses
Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses
Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons
Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons
These are some of my nurturing tunes!
Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing
Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising
Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising
I love my collections of adhesives and strings
These are a few of my favorite things!
So when the wasps sting
When the bored people whine
Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad
I just think of a few of my favorite things
And I don't feel…so…bad!
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
i given nothing
i abandoned
i adopted
i dropout
i garage
i Apple
i NeXT
i Pixar
i Apple
i pilfered i
i invented i
i produced i
i market i
i retail i
i am i
i am
i
i tech beauty
i consumer fetish
i whom you love
i sleekest widgets
i Toy Story
i Macintosh
i macbook
i Lisa
iTunes
iPod
iPhone
iPad
i more
i rebel
i genius
i visionary
i entrepreneur
i world changer
i exceptionalism
i capital market hero
i bigger then business
i cool capitalism
i myth
i "the man"
i worker
i employer
i boss
i thief
i savior
i billionaire
i venerated
i vanity
i Buddhist
i prophet
i redeemed
i 1 in 300 million
i America
i sing the pathos
i am the creed
i define the ethos
i Steve Jobs
i amassed riches
i accolade crowned
i ingratiate world
i virtue
i success
i creativity
i favored
i Midas
i bedeviled
i tested
i afflicted
i retire
i human
i mortal
i succumb
i eulogized
i leave legacy of i
i am an MBA case study
i employed workers
i peddled intrepid product cycles
i subject of amusing anecdotes
i am heroic corporate folklore
i grew pods full of music
i incite kids to thumb phones
i captivate consumer imagination
i built rock solid balance sheet
i erected toxic Chinese factories
i enriched investors
i am the cool corporate brand
i inspired a million unused i apps
i hipster capitalism
i imposed my will
i insisted
i am that i am
i cannot take it with me
i leave blue jeans
i leave NB sneakers
i leave black collarless shirt
i will be asked what
i did with the time
i was given?
i did the best i could
i played the hand dealt
i parlayed it into a royal flush
i filled it up with i
i ask why
i am no more?
i leave the world
i am no more
Godspeed Beloved
Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs
(February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)
jbm
Oakland
10/6/11
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
A Tribute
A king takes supper on a creaking deathbed. Featureless, winged creatures zoom by the dark condensed windows. Micro parasites build adobe headquarters in his soft tissue. Reaching for a plate, he groans the terabyting howl that’s prescribed with chemotherapy. Qwerty and light from the drugs, he stares at the apple on his tray. Lost in its curves, he finds himself trapped in a safari of memories. A dream devolves upon his downtrodden mind….
The canopy is populated with twittering, angry birds. Pools of social blood attract flies to the googolplex degree. He stumbles through the dell, suspicious forest while a tremulous, fiery fox stalks behind his echoing footfalls. Pixar apes swing from trees chased by grisly, disney men with guns and trucks. A large eye tunes the darkness and blinks red upon an aging mountain lion in shadow’s brush.
The sony rays belight foliage in auspicious, plaid-orange hues. This amazon of experience plugs the wanderer into a hard drive of intelligence – a gateway to an encyclopedia of wikis and browsers, expanse enough for any backdrop rooftop audience to be faux-enthralled and eager. There are grumblings in the distance of another engine tromping the scope in search of something new and useless. A rumorous bat upsets the plagiarizing tide of the Atlantic Pea Sea. A snake slinks out of the blossoms clinging to the vines among a macintosh tree and bites the salty flier of the washboard night; cyber venom invades his veins.
The average, homeless, bounding, warrior awakens to find a cold supper on his lap and another syringe in his arm. His remaining gums support his teeth as they bite into the apple. He swallows, sighs, and rests his balding, crescent, once-handsome head on the white pillow. The green fruit tumbles gently out of bed and mutely rolls to the floor.
With that, Steve Jobs is dead.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
I’ve been craving female companionship as of late. The need to have her in my presence at all times. I want her, face against the wall with joyfully erratic breathing, hands tied behind her back. I want her on all fours, head swivelled my direction with a smiling look of pleasure. I want her legs wide open for me, only because it’s me, only because it’s her. I want my tongue to make musical instruments of her ******* and ******** I want her to put me in her mouth so I can see her eyes tearing with shameless sin. I want her in her parents’ bedroom, I want her in tut rooms and auditoriums, I want her in the back of my car, in McDonalds, in elevators, under restaurant tables and on top of kitchen counters, I want her to say my name under soft moans during rough rounds. I want her in as savage a manner as possible.
I want her sitting in silence with me. I want her to listen to my ramblings, to sit there and be present. To exist. I want her to have her own ramblings, to educate me. I want her lips to be available for me at all times, for my head to make pillows of her chest. I want to introduce her to Ben Howard and Tom Misch, to Planet Hulk and The Pixar Theory. I want flowers to remind me of her. I want her to cradle me when Chelsea loses, to stroke her hair and rub her tummy when she has monstrous cramps. I want to hear ‘I love you’ over loud laughs between soft kisses. I want her on butterfly wings. I don’t know who she is, but dear God I want her to laugh, because I know I’m going to love her laugh.
I want so much from her, I want her to want so much from me. I want so much that I never wanted before. Only thing I’ve been wanting was to feel again, now I need to feel again in order to get what I want. I want her. I want more than me.
I’ve been feeling a certain emptiness
I feel like I’m not enough
I’m not enough to make myself as happy as I want to be.
I feel like there is nothing more I can do for myself.
For so long, I’ve been happy because all I’ve wanted, I’ve given myself
Or I’ve taken, but
I don’t satisfy myself anymore,
And I can’t take what I now want.
I think, for the first time in a long time, I feel lonely.
- Kata
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
These lines are written
In the slow nowhere zone of sleep
My fingers animated with thoughts
All their own
I don't have to pretend
Ambien's licking in
Like a donkey straight
To the beck of my neck
I've seen it done enough time
Not to fooled into thinking it's here for
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna hara hara hara Rama. Hara Rama , ram EMram hare hare.
Maybe that's the strong wind that guided my pen
Benevolent trickster soon to.bury. The things
that make him whole
Someone is mowing theirbli
It happens on ambien
But I swear there's. Meaning somewhere hidden between bags of honey oil **** ands great changjbbbbb
He might be a nice guy...... Nice and buxom, he could eliminate the thy free of before his Pixar
My mind thinks one thing and fgisvonytspio
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
I was raised on Pixar,
Toy Story, I saw that in theaters
Toy Story 2, I saw that during Thanksgiving break.. In theaters
Toy Story 3, guess where I saw that, the theater, and I cried
If you were born in the early 90's and didn't cry at the end of Toy Story 3, you are a robot
If you didn't tear up when Sulley had to say goodbye to Boo, then you are a droid clown
If thou defy's to muscle a drop of moister when Nemo reunites with his father, art thou really human?
If a tidal wave of sympathetic sorrow doesn't crash into your heart during the first ten minutes of Up, then you're going down, in history as one sorry sad sack
And as for Cars.. well I didn't really like Cars that much..
Pixar gave me a Woody
A monster that scares
A fish that talks
And an old grumpy man with gray hairs
Oh and the cars..
But it also gave me, us,
The gift of compassion
Which I ardently appreciate
Thanks for all the wicked good times Pixar
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
I hate death.
I hate the eventuality of it
I stopped being scared the first time I hoped for it, the first time I chose to run alongside the car and try to leap into the door instead of wait for it to get to the bottom of the hill.
the eventuality of death is horrific.
I have to plan for when I'm alone.
that far-off time when the people I love cease to be
and that's terrible.
I hate death
I hate losing people, I hate that someday
someday I won't be able to go to your house
and watch those silly alien shows and make bad jokes with you.
I hate that someday I'll have to stop saying "my dad always says"
and start saying "my dad used to say".
I hate that you won't be able to help me anymore.
I hate how much I miss you even though I saw you today, even though you're still here.
I ******* hate that I have to plan for you to be gone when I can't even fathom a world
without you crying over pixar movies and dogs
without quiet heart to hearts on the porch, the boxer circling our legs like our words are morsels for her to grab
I can't even imagine never having your grilled steak again, silly as it is
I hate death
because it will eventually take you
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Watching Pixar with
Anyone but you is wrong,
Inherently.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
the empty theater!
the actors
"crowd upon the stage"
but the writer has fled
(afraid of the censors)
the set designer
is working on
setting up a scene
of mass slaughter
and war
replacing pixar imagry
with real bodies
as ordered to
by the WAR MACHINE
people having *** with either ***
indiscriminatingly
and JUSTICE is for sale openly
in the court rooms
and the legislature
the actors cannot play human beings
because they have never
been one or
seen one
the writers have fled sanity
and the censors
the theater is empty now
only the graveyards
have ""clientele"
mother earth is dying
only lovers
like myself
are feeling well
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
the random onslaught of
typical words and
topical themes abounding!
sustaining the conventionality
of thoughtlessly living psuedo-life
to the full extent of our inability
to communicate truth with eachother
all the real words have been erased and debased
as we accept the abuse
heaped upon us by professioal thugs
and the ad men they hire
to keep us addled brained and
thoroughly confused
a state of mind it seems
that we find
most comforting
safe and of course
family oriented
pixar people insted of those of
flesh and blood
or driving stock cars
round and round and round
and round and round
etc
*********** instead of love
yes!
pornographically presenting
bare meaninglessness to
the un-world of the dead
un-words being un-said
day after day after day
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
I thought my parents
were like a fairytale
Turns out not everything
is like disney & pretend
Reality is a thin line
compared to the
imagination of pixar
films & Cinderella
Nothing is real
Nothing is animated
Nothing is all smiles
Everything is a lie
& we're all puppets
on a thin string
We're all players
in a game known as
reality
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
i like pop music
some oldies too
i dont like Mudhoney
but you do
I like rivers
I like the ground
you get thrills
im safe and sound
I like Disney
I like Pixar
You like pulp fiction
its just who we are
im not obscure
ive tried to be
its not who i am
its not who ill be
this isnt an attack
just recognition
of who i am
of what im missing
im trying to fit in
but thats not what im about
i dont get along
with the out crowd
i dont get cult movies
or grungy rock bands
it doesnt make me
less than i am
i like classic poets
but moderns good too
but i dont get those poets
you watch on youtube
maybe i thought
i could learn or understand
but im beginning to see
thats just not who i am
this is a message
or maybe just a thought
i had to say it
im all i got
ill still try to watch your movies
ill listen to your bands
ill try to get it
ill try to understand
i dont always get you
but boy do i try
i guess im just tired
of trying to lie
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
the empty theater!
the actors
"crowd upon the stage"
but the writer has fled
(afraid of the censors)
the set designer
is working on
setting up a scene
of mass slaughter
and war
replacing pixar imagry
with real bodies
as ordered to
by the WAR MACHINE
people having *** with either ***
indiscriminatingly
and JUSTICE is for sale openly
in the court rooms
and the legislature
the actors cannot play human beings
because they have never
been one or
seen one
the writers have fled sanity
and the censors
the theater is empty now
only the graveyards
have ""clientele"
mother earth is dying
only lovers
like myself
are feeling well
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
You are the light behind my eyes
and the flicker of my smile.
I would love to be a lazy pile
with you, watching movies
to our heart's content.
Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks
you name it.
I'd watch any of them with you.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
If I admitted what I did last night, most might cringe
as it involves a black object that is about 50 inches,
I won't profess that I had some sort of ***** ***
No, I was on an extreme animated movie binge
And I had snowy mountain equivalent of tissues
Not because I'm riddled with problems and issues
It's because animated movies are tragically beautiful
And though I might not fit into the category of real men,
Because from Superman we learn, real men are steel men
and real men are constituted as muscled men
so by most, I would not be defined as a real man.
Last night I cried with a pair of eyes that grew so red
Not from an outcry that pink eye has finally spread
But from an emotional connection to animation
Because last night, I cried watching The Lion King,
When Simba lost his father, I felt my eyes sting
I cried watching Pixar's inside out
When Bing **** gave his life for his friend
I felt most of all that I had stored inside come out,
It gave me an insight into witnessing depression
And I found myself caught in between the tension,
So last night I felt an emotional connection to animation
And I disposed of many tissues, not out of temptation
From lust filled mind but from animated creations.
So last night, I realised I was more of a real man
Because I expressed how I feel and
That it was ok to cry lake from my eyes
because real men are not steel men
and real men are not required to be muscled men.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
you whispered "i want you" in my ears
i giggled
"you dont need to pull off rom-com lines, i do like you"
i knew i am the one who is going to crumble
as you traced my inner thigh with your lips
regardless of the stretch marks i have
slowly closing in my heart
pleasing me.
proceeding on teaching me how to please you.
i couldn't hold myself together because
after.
you kissed the top of my head
cheeks, then lips.
then you held me in your arms
legs tangled under the sheets
your hands playing with my fingers
tenderly
later murmuring goodnight as you stroked my back.
i couldn't remember how many goodnight kisses we exchanged
we fell asleep with my face against your shoulder as i kissed your neck and breathed deliberately on it when you said it tickled.
always had to drive home alone half awake
before your mother wakes up
i will not forget the hostility of your brother
as he eyed me walking in your house to your room.
he was the one who saved us from cops
charging us misconduct by making out in your backseat.
yes my dear.
i am trouble.
maybe you decided that it was too much.
you wanted a sweet, little thing who would not give you attitude and would comply with little nice dates over coffee.
instead of me.
conceited.
who knew her worth and wouldn't settle.
and loves to drink and date multiple guys at once.
i guess i am a *****
i was willing to be different for you.
you loved me scratching your back.
batman
music
the best resolution on pixar films
and also cuddling.
but
i guess i will never understand why
you never loved me.
i wasn't enough. maybe.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
most everyone knows
the stories
that all these
Disney-fied
and
Pixar-ized
movies are based on
are much more gruesome
than their animated versions
if you don't already know
i dare you
to skim through the originals
many of these stories
that are animated
bring in a prince charming
(which is pretty much as annoying as the manic pixie dream girl trope)
they show you
that love is someone sweeping you
off of your feet
and carrying you forever
never letting you fall
now
brace yourself if you don't take the truth easily
this is a lie
love is boxed up all pretty
perfect pink wrapping paper
covered in little hearts
with a big sparkling
pink bow
but this is artificial
your prince
or princess
or whatever else
will drop you
probably face first
onto your glass shoe
but if they love you
they will always pick out the shards
and kiss every wound
and i like it more this way
i know that you've dropped me
kicked my ribs
knocked my head
against a brick wall
but i know you'll always
always
fix it the best you can
(and thank you
for not hating me
when i bang you up too)
fairy tales aren't real
but i know that you're my fairy boy
and as long as i believe
i know you'll stick around
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Has anyone else found it ironic that we
cross our fingers not just for luck but also to break promises?
You were crossing your fingers when we first made eye contact,
pressed close to your thigh like you were holding on
to all the secrets I never bothered to hide.
Your hands were webbed with razor blades. We didn’t talk about it.
I hid my face behind mirrors for you to blow smoke against.
We always danced a foot apart. Neither of us wanted
to walk away with scars, but if Pixar has taught us anything,
it’s that we don’t always get what we want.
I don’t remember if I wanted your crossed fingers to be lucky or not,
but you aren’t superstitious unless we’re wishing on stars.
I’ve found that I only write poems when I’m not in love,
so I’m sorry that every word is about you.
I can still feel your hand in mine, digging until you were
in my bloodstream, collecting every atom of oxygen in me
until I couldn’t breathe without you.
That wasn’t cool, dude,
because now I’m drowning and crossing my fingers for you.
I want to break every single promise that I ever swore to keep for you.
Come back soon.
We’ve got unfinished business to attend to, but
you’ve been hovering on the opposite wall of this ballroom,
and I know that you’re scared of inflicting wounds
but my hands are calloused and thickened by scar tissue,
so come dance with me.
I have secrets to tell you.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
A friend saw me writing
Wanted to read my stuff.
She read my poems
I guess she expected something fluff.
She didn't know my poems
Were so disturbing & dark.
She had no idea
What was truly in my heart.
Did she expect me to write stuff like:
"Roses Are Red"
I write about my mental illness
& how I wish I was dead.
I write about my Ex-Wife
& how I still ain't over her loss.
I write about losing my children
How break ups have their cost.
I write about the voices
That torment me 24/7.
& how I hope if I commit suicide
I'll still get a spot in Heaven.
I write to ease the pain
That has recently pleaged me.
If she wants to see happy shyt
Go watch Pixar or Disney.
Go watch a sitcom
Subscribe to Hulu or Netflix.
Don't read the writings
Of a man who's mentally sick.
Don't read my shyt
To be entertained.
I'm writing to keep my sanity
Just trying to maintain.
Don't say I'm disturbed
Or my mind is not quite right.
Everyday is a struggle for me
For my sanity these demons I fight.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Wish my dad would visit me in my dreams
******* cartoons in Pixar movies get everything
Meanwhile we're living paycheck to bounced checks
No villains, no good guys, no adventures left
Only smeared gray sky
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
in most pixar movies
or probably in the reality there is
we dont get what we want
we get what we deserve
and even though
we get what we want
its the will
to find what we deserve
and im ever so lucky to find it with you.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
but there's nothing here! i'd find more in
Siberia or Sahara! not one person on here
is working with Pixar or being an
ingenious alcoholic without
a crucifix grasped to execute rather
than repent...
if i'm not dead, i'd be a pope
and just say a one word litany:
limbo! limbo; Dante! limbo!
i'm not Pope Francis.. but i'm a Virgil...
2nd Dante... Dante! it's limbo!
fear this place! it's a sacrilege to become
involved in it!
let all those hopeless enter and be at home...
let all those hopeful enter and be homeless...
for indeed this place can only be redeemed
by a mechanised lullaby;
and even that too is cannibalised -
man an obstruct unto man's demands,
thus in priestly guise, absolved and
asked for reprimand; or pervert spanking.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC