"reconize" poems
The darkness can embrace the page a silk sheet of verbal perfection .
Empty streets and bars cast shadows that cling in mind like some ship long sailed from port.
Why must they see the end and never fight it's truth ?
We find so little compassion a snow storms emotion has left this summer night
vacant as the motels sign.
Drift for a second with me and i'll show you nothing but flawed perfection in return.
Cats in the garbage winos hold court in the parks distant to the .
The child never should know.
Poets speak in smoke filled rooms of nothing more than a broken souls frustration and second
avenue's false shine a glass charm and a freakshow diamond the ***** a true friend in
times all to often I need.
Whats your sport the streetwalker asks me in such a pure jaded sense.
wash me pilot hands are clean but thoughts seem to stain walls of the union mission
I love its true sense of decay .
Jack are you still on the road or just lost in big Sur?
Bob can they ever decode the message or just set free in the paint you cast as words?
Poets fools profits and second street saints I feel comfort in madness for
sanity's annoying plea just takes up my time.
Are we nothing more than junkies?
Slave to page and the veiw's no matter how blind they may be.
A drunkard , A clown, And a welcome stranger in many a lost souls view.
Charles I can understand your humor in the utter sense of ***** it all and the crued beauthy i reconize so very well.
And a whiskey laced brother kindred spirts seem to go better with southern bourban to
wash it all down.
Now sweetheart im not saying im any good but im always a goodtime.
We have to be ******** to be anything at all.
They all knew as so do I.
Heros gone were never heros at all.
Im the last of my kind hundred proof deadly with a **** eating grin.
Only through others eyes are we truely seen .
So I ask how's your view?
Admire many only to realize your lost in ego's storm.
Few understand and even less care.
Im always here till im truley gone.
Stay crazy friends and remember it's not to be admired.
For heros always must fall.
A breeze in the summers burning heat like many others.
I'll only leave a soon to be taken vacant seat.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
Lati ball dressed for the costume party with relish.
She wanted to look pretty.
She wanted to look mysterious.
So she took a mask from her closet of witches, tied the lace bow around her head.
"My" she said as she stared into the mirror.
She thought 'the men will ask me to dance, the men will forget the rest.'
Lati Ball went to the dance, the mask fit on her face tight.
The people did not reconize her. But she was the best!!
"oh who is this women!" they all cried,
"she walks like an angel, and floats like a swan!"
She swept around the floor into another land.
The night gew late, Lati Ball had to stop inbetween dances to rest.
Then the clock rang 12 times, and a cake was brought out.
A cake of 12 candles.
Lati Ball wondered whos birthday it could be.
So she hurried to hear.
The hostest of the party laughed and said
"the cake is for you, the cake is for the best! now take this knife and cut some for the rest!"
But before Lati could cut the cake, she wanted to make a wish!
So she leaned over the cake and said to herself
"i always want to be the Best; Better than the Rest!"
So she blew at the candles.
But the cake was made out of wood, and caught fire.
It burned her face, it burned her mask.
Soon the mask was part of her face,
and she looked like death.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
From the boardwalk I cast a view from weather beaten rail.
To ocean erased shore.
In a vision of two lovers often we can't recall.
A time's past in a more forward view.
Im at the end.
A chairs stance and a rope's hold to neck.
Smoke ring's the night's in my failures I've bled my sorrow's
dry.
Saltwater from eye's a overview from a scrapbook's
hell.
This prison I created harbour's my wall's of minds design.
Like a beggar most choose to ignore.
I wish if only you to care without touch but of spark.
And mother natures soul.
Sand of glass frayed the edges of a weathertorn manuscript
of what never was.
Let me die in memories eternal embrace.
No hand outstreched.
Rejection of existance so often home I've come
to reconize as this place.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
Bottles in brown bags clutter along the fence.
the citys inner chambers call to me even now.
The human relics the walking forgotten beaten by life.
The gutters tressures collect the remains
of another misspent night.
The air smells of treachery a tinge of regret.
Why she huants my heart a flawless escape.
we can leave but we take that moments sealed plessure.
Silk encounters hash pavment of a empty embrace.
The old fool who's birthday he relives
only in hope for change.
I celebrate the ignored embracethe strange.
I wonder do young lovers dreams sail
out into that skyline eternal and free.
Or crash into reallitys rocks.
Leaving them jaded and bitter as me?
The bottle the lips you know better
than the once warm flesh.
Would she reconize the monster.
Or see the sad and helpless mess.
Apon the steps a bottle between perfect strangers and new
best friends.
Passed thoughts lost moments.
A busy streetlight on a empty road.
The hopeless and the charmed exist ina strange harmony
of the citys strange and beautiful tune.
I wonder will I ever know you again?
The angel with demonic lust.
Dreams are a blessing the curse is
only to pretend.
Farwell midnight hello darkness
dusk and sunsets of a yerning heart.
Apon that bench by the the water.
Watching the paper lanterns glow.
As in lost souls they so peacefully depart.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
Why do you allways sing?
I asked half asleep and watching as he shined polished or cleaned
some mechanical car part I did not reconize
or really care about,
I mostley focosed on the tone of his voeis as he slerd the words to
turn the page
he looked up at me with only his blue eye
why do I sing? Why, does it bother you?
I did know what to say becuz I did not know if it botherd me
so I just pushed it off with a fake smile
so what was with you yesterday?
I rolled my eyes, I did not want to talk about this or anything...
But he did not stop
huh? Did I do something wrong?
I laught and for a minute it felth like it might be a natural feeling
but he did not do anything wrong he can't if he tryd
and now I know his singing does not bother me
it brings me to life....
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
It's only in the hours when it where's off i realize it's leaving me.
I cling but the spark is gone.
Im inspired more by destrution than words.
Your reading the next.
And as you grasp what I say can you fathom what I dont?
Is it so hard to reconize a ending?
Are the bad jokes far from my real truths?
Have I found my edge or just slipped over it?
Part of us has to understand it will fade sooner for some than others.
From thought to papper it's a dangerous road travelled .
and often there's no clear direction.
Ive burnt out my senses now im wasted in excess.
A victim of my own wreckless reason.
It's always there in the sense of a final chapters twisted close.
Im a empty lot in the winter.
A cliffnote to a once well read book.
Now just fodder for few still brave enough
to walk along the overgrown path.
Addiction is something you can hide from few
let alone yourself.
I hope the mind can create a final chapter.
But my thoughts seem bent on a open ending.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
What once was can never be.
Drinks togather like laughter are but memories cast over life's endless sea.
Ive drown in sorrows some past.
Strangers now we are so traggic what it was never was to last.
Ive crept under your radar to be taken in heart underneath the name of another.
Passion remains within embrace no matter the face the lover.
As miles past change us us.
Switch the pace from a steady race now such a struggle to crawl.
Can you reconize the voice minus the name.
Look beyond the lights see the person beyond the often over thought fame.
Im one with name of two.
Although you've looked past me.
Never would I ever forget you.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
I can't even reconize myself
I look in the mirror a lot
I stare at my reflection
But I don't reconize it
It is a miracle
That I can identify myself
Inside me I just know
But I look different every time
I don't even know
What I look like
How could you?
How do you say you know me?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
My voice parted by thunder,
which cuts through sky,
insdie the storm, in grief craving eye.
Heartbeats sleeps into the depths of my tears,
broken grounds, ruptured mind from our fears,
Left in silence, spoke to me nevermore,
in this neverending winter, pain is the only thing I wore.
I speak self agression,
cutting parts of my immolation,
we are all far from perfection,
but only I, can't resist to the burning temptation.
In my hands pills with many names,
but none of them I can't reconize,
drink water, wash them all down,
just another step away from paradise.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
IN the mist of life love and lesson god places people in places things in our path to test patience
heed its upon us to take and reconize the sings never second guess the time you've invested
move forward it's part of life love; protest it the right direction
lesson menifest into meny expression from the very minute one get trapped into that second lesson become there opponent
face with everthing taking notes maintainning rewardly staying afloat
it's best for life love and lesson that's in session for future investments
see the real ,you can joke self never know god may sent that here
the world rotates that we have faith hold not halt or for get
all the practices teaching
preparation planning for this very minute second hours days years something one feared.. it's Right now.. Right here taking center stage yeah that life love oh yes lessons
that fear no time for rest, it's now; right now... right here...
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC