"redlight" poems
Mabilis ang ikot ng aking mundo.
Pero ito’y bumagal noong hinawakan mo ako.
Kapit mo’y tumitindi ang higpit.
Ako’y biglang nag-init
Hindi mo nakayanan
ang init na nararamdaman.
Matigas **** diin ay nag wakas.
Naubos bigla ang iyong lakas.
Pagka-ipit at pagsabog ang naranasan
nang aksidente ay di natin naiwasan.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
They say a wild women burnt my soul.
coughed up ashes.
raised by a whiskey bottle and a pair
of loaded dice to roll.
She showed me the blues at thirteen.
Took me by the hand.
Said boy this lifes a party and this one
beats anything your young eyes have ever seen.
And so the taste was made and a cure i
havent found yet.
The best of the worst my sweetest regret.
Life as a party is a vision of night.
We find more answers unasked.
Then in the moment of a fight.
Back alleys and the quick fix.
The redlight reason.
And the devils bag of tricks.
Snake eyes and your last dime.
A slow trains exit.
A suitcase of soul with a empty wallet full of time.
Half a pint of happiness a empty bottle of blues.
The road is a quest.
The path yours to choose.
Texas heat to a New York chill.
Neon cast memories a loner's existance.
And a thirst I can never fulfill.
Chords echo softley a vast reflection in rhyme.
Ive gotta empty bottle for a heart.
And a wallet full of time.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
Everything was always fine when I was driving
below the speed limit, in control, safe.
you asked to take the wheel
without waiting for an answer,
accelerated.
not yielding, speeding on sharp turns
winding down the narrow path
caution lights and stop signs
wouldn't slow your pace.
you made illegal "U" turns
and took road detours, That I was very much against
you scratched, the paint.
hit the curb, and bit the steering wheel...
there had never been any construction
on my road... until now.
there was a traffic jam
and you finally saw the redlight
but you were already finished
you turned the engine off
we sat in silence.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
I've changed
You've changed
Remember when
duck duck goose
made sense
Giggling bubblely laughter
was all that mattered
Redlight
123
Greenlight
Tag you're it
Ring around the Rosies
Pockets full of posies
Remember it;
I've changed
You've changed
Life threw us ashes
Ashes ashes
123 Greenlight
Didn't see it coming
yellow
quickly
turned red
Ashes ashes
I can feel myself lifted
flying in the air
Your feet tucked into my belly
Your hands holding my hands
Remember that;
Miss Mary Mat Matt Mat
All dressed in black black black
With silver buttons
heading to a funeral home
That's what's she was doing
but it's not
exactly
how the children's song
goes huh
Remember when;
We'd stand in front of the mirror
****** Mary
****** Mary
****** oooooo don't say it**
I liked it best when
we played
ding **** ditch
Ashes ashes
life's ashes swirling
grey dark hazy
Smokey mist glimpses
as my mind races
Glittered pieces
Like a kaleidoscope
fading in and out
Making funny shapes & faces
Faces with no name
whom I've known
when life was simpler
Ring around the Rosies
Pockets full of posies
Posies ; deep pock marks
Scares an unnamed souls
from crashing though
a car's windshield
***She wanted to text
she'd be home soon***
123 Greenlight
yellow
quickly
turned red
Ashes ashes
I've changed
You've changed
Remember when
Being young & irresponsible was seemingly
our job
We didn't have to worry or wonder
Remember when;
Tag you're it
Ashes ashes
I changed
You changed
&
We All Fall Down!
Copyright ©
Ayeshah K.C.L.N
1977-Present
All right reserved
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Redlight running faster than the words I left unsaid
and in the tides of sirens I lay broken with nothing left
Looking through those shattered windows, pained eyes
Watch the hands that healed now bloodstained leave their sight
My sight
Choking on the ashes of the house we built
The world stood silent and the oceans filled
With sweat and tears paired with heartache that no one else could feel
and memories scared with sorrow of which these wounds may never heal
Let them heal
just let me heal
Gasping for the surface giving all I have
Escape the grave of suffering with my last breath
So convinced by bitterness that I may never love again
But I'll stand strong against the gods because thats just who I am
But its not for you
It never could be
and its so hard with every step we're unlearning
this house of cards is burning
burning
Down
What do the gods know
of humanity
to be unlovable
Thanks for convincing me
That I will die alone
Hurt the ones that mean the most and no one in this world was
Meant
For
Me
And its not for you
It never will be
and its so hard with every step I'm unlearning
But my hearts caught fire
and its burning, burning now.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include
slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers
lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price
my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice
coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"
ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now
close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes
he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons
wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
Depends what your idea of colour is
or if your forever will ever exist.
Too many ink lines on one too many lists,
another reason for you to invest in one kiss.
Visit them, pay them,
lay next to them in Milan:
as there you can let every crease
unravel and unfurl,
let the block roll on,
like every Italian street.
Here, a fake friend has helped you
write a novel,
she helped you out of that darker hovel-
where you once sat and laid,
cut yourself off from
apartment rent and all the prices paid.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC
you scratched our initials
into the surface
of the polished wooden table
behind Redlight Redlight
with the key to my heart.
P + S.
a brief message
etched in time
for all to see.
you grinned up at me
when you'd finished,
ombré fluttering slightly
in the evening breeze,
and said, unabashedly,
"it was the first thing
that popped into to my head."
P.S.
sometimes, i still think
of how your hands clung insistently
to my windbreaker when we sat
on the pier, how our bodies
synced in quiet harmony.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
I was the youth wave once
groovy in the know
hip
then my twenty ninth birthday came and
I was still alive
not ready yet
to give it up saw
quite a future
in disco
then the ball dropped
on fifty
still I grooved
and held up my medallion
a Peace sign hung proud
around my neck
hair all down my back
a green Army jacket
on my arms
and yes, still bell-bottomed jeans
and Roots boots just a little
protruding;
I just tie-dyed a new t-shirt,
sent my water pipe out for cleaning,
put CCR on the YouTube thing
tweeted
on my page ,
I am still here to all them
know it all youngens
who text at the speed
of light going through every
redlight
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Show me your gods
All fur, purr and bark
Feather, skin, scale.
Those demi beings
that mark your heart
and steal your soul.
Those scraps of love
That make hard days whole
mornings bearable and nights
A little less lonely, predictable
or indeed a little less cold
The bed hoggers, extra joggers
The shoe chewers, the foremen
the cuties, the mute beggers
Soulful singers, paper bringers
Howlers, growlers,meowers
Chirpy talkers, hissers,
water blissers,
Princes waiting to be kissed
sloppy drooly kissers,
the sandpaper lickers
The back leg kickers
those who make biscuits
those who sleep,
like loaves of bread
Tail waggers, live in baggers
Perch dancers, walkies prancers
**** machines, Catnip dreamers
Redlight baskers
Show me your gods..
be they small, large, short, tall
Slim, plump, grim lumps
Portly, courtly, royalty
or hot fluffly messes
Bring them out to parade
with these god's
a home is made
and in these days dark and dreary
We need these gods
for when we become weary
Of the world we've made
We need
somewhere to lay our hearts
some thing that has a unlimited
grab bag of fresh starts.
These gods
everyday the give you a bit of
extra heart extra hope
A reason to hang on
to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh
So show to me;
your gods
and say a prayer
and thank the lord
he made them with care.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
Someday, I won't remember this
Sitting in a bedroom
With only the Christmas lights on
On a half-baked winter solstice
In week old sweatpants
Faded hair and muscles sore
My vision blurring
Pixelating
Focused only on the screen
I won't remember this
No one will
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC