"repossess" poems
When the funding is cut
So the hospitals shut
That’s a Tory
When the poverty bites
And you lose human rights
That’s a Tory
Such excess
Better reassess
Better repossess
Better get yourself private healthcare
Overtaxed if you work
Unemployed? Then you're scrounging on welfare
When there’s bigoted views
Blatant lies on the news
That’s a Tory
When the biggest and best
Are too rich to arrest
That’s a Tory
But they’re lax
Covering the cracks
Never paying tax
Claiming everything on expenses
They can steal with a smile
While they peddle their flimsy defences
When they're guilty of fraud
And they're banking abroad
That's a Tory
If they're selling your school
When 'austere' means 'cruel'
That's a Tory
Too much spin
Slogan and a grin
Wearing pretty thin
Bussing people in to applaud them
Any law can be bought
If you're well off enough to afford them
That's all folks and remember, you can't spell Theresa May without heresy
**
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Enticing poppy,
an unwitting aid,
one vial of your blood
they **** to accrue.
I’ve never felt you
course deep through my veins
yet, my soul's tarnished,
family destroyed.
**** you, sweet flower,
repossess your gift
that eats from within.
We’ve no want for the
paltry donation
encased in syringe.
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
would you cry in vindiction
should i repossess your drugs
all i ever really wanted
was your kisses and your hugs
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Riding in a hardtop with a few friends.
Heads get groggy as grass burns between the lips
With every pull of the roach, it repossess the swelling at the tip.
My cranium fills with this potion sensation
hip rotation.
The air becomes dense
then everything makes sense;
I have a roof over my head, but I hardly stand under it.
No wage
No claim that I am legal until the come of age.
Society reeks of imperfection.
Because society learns from received education
Rather than stepping into the natural world.
Where we stumble on honest situations, like meeting new friends.
I walk upon the concrete streets, freely.
The only routes I know are my true friends’ homes.
But my superego tells me that I am alone.
In this world I walk solo.
And my only soul purpose is to free my spirit.
Be free of mind while taking a hit.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
Bills are scheming with a lightweight check
again.
Swear to God they must by
best of friends.
And now I'm sitting solo on my couch
again
with these 4 walls.
They've become parenthetic.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for my friends.
'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't
pay dividends.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
then
we found new meanings
for what's copasetic.
Now it's easy...
too **** easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To wander these same neighborhoods
and stay in tiny, ****** apartments
when the loose ends of your 20s tangle
and you're tied to where you've always been.
And I'll never ask for
FOR ANYONE'S HELP.
But I still can't take
CARE OF MYSELF.
So I'll
COOK MY DINNERS
ON THESE BURNING BILLS
and laugh my way to the bank
so they can repossess my smile.
Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,
I know
time is racing past but
thoughts are slowed.
And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch
alone
inside 4 walls
because habits are a home.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for us all.
Late nights and lame jokes we're making
push back walls.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
all
we found were new ways
to be pathetic.
But it's easy...
just too easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To stay in soured relationships,
stay still in tiny, ****** apartments
when the low points of your paychecks dangle
while you're trying to climb as high as rent.
And we couldn't be in
ANY WORSE HEALTH.
And we couldn't be less
FAIR TO OURSELVES
but we'll keep on keeping
like it's copasetic
And we'll never ask for
ANYONE'S HELP.
Though we still can't take
CARE OF OURSELVES.
So we'll
COOK PLATES OF CROW
ON OUR BURNING BILLS
and laugh our way downtown
where we can reassess our smiles.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Day 1
Here's a fish. Tuck in.
Thanks. That'll feed me for today!
Day 2
Since you like fish so much, here's a fishing net.
Oh! Um, you know I'm actually a farmer.
Not anymore. There's uranium in your land,
so it's mine now. I'd take the net if I were you.
Day 3
When are you paying me back for that net?
What? I don't have anything to pay with!
Well, just give me all the fish you catch. That'll do for now.
Day 4
**Excuse me, sorry to trouble you,
but I haven't anything to eat now.**
No problem! I'll be glad to sell you some fish.
But I have no money!
I'll lend you some. Here you go.
Day 5
I'm afraid I need to repossess that net.
It'll cover the money you owe me, for today.
Day 6
You don't seem to be giving me many fish anymore.
Have you forgotten our deal?
But I have no means of catching any!
Well look, see your neighbour? He seems to have plenty.
If you were to, ah, borrow some
I would turn a blind eye.
Day 7
My neighbour has stolen all my fish!
The cad! Tell you what, I'll sell you this gun.
Days 8 - infinity
More of the same.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
My brain and my mind are a vendetta
truly my Achilles heel
they lash at my soul fiercely
to take refuge is only to kneel
my cries for help are coarse
a slew of inevitable babbles
for the Armageddon loathes help
turning speech and thought into mindless scrabble
my consciousness was exiled from my brain
to my mind it was abandoned
for the benefactor manipulates with perfection
its victims never at random
if i don't repossess them soon
I'm bound to end up in a bedlam
squawking the misfortunes of my odyssey
I'm a poor helpless ***
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Pacing empty sidewalks,
Chasing insubstantial things,
I a sheep without a shepherd
Fear the silence. As it rings,
I watch the traveler dance,
Slipping from shadow to silhouette,
Passing charletans, in Retrospect,
Undeserving of regret,
Unnaturally cold and
Teeming with thoughts of sin.
Their whispers wonder carelessly,
Riding like vapor on the wind.
"Your lie is my salvation", I muttered,
And in response was spoken,
"Your flaw is imitation,
And your will is finally broken",
Scattered across the Planes,
Indistinguishable in the dust and gloom.
I the champion of Martyrdom
Lie gracefully in my tomb.
Beneath where the nightshades bloom,
For Nature's rage to consume,
The coup de gras in Her machination,
I provoke Her henchmen as they loom.
Here to repossess Her time and toil,
For misuse of Her ethereal gift,
She cleanses the canvas in lavender oil,
And sets Her new vessel adrift.
We, weary, wake and wallow,
In search of another creature,
Waiting for someone to follow,
Just floating in the ether.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
heart on a string
kept as a pendulum in my chest
strung along
for it mischievously beats on its own
waiting on distant hopes
of budding lilac flowers
fragrant upon their blossoming
and beautiful still in their decadence
what have you done to me?
i love you
though you are foreign to me
a quiet smile
hidden by your charm
is seldom hard to read
for you allow me to know you
although we've never met
you've captured my heart
though i sometimes yearn to repossess it
but then i am painted blue
for it beats comfortably there
at ease
for it has never felt so rested
but still
i remain skeptical of your illusions
stripped across the walls of your house
your broken stride of confidence, alluring
the way you left your innocence to be displayed
to a host of strangers, captivating
and as i watch you jump
with all of your confidence into the crowd
and drown yourself as an example
you give me courage
you are my confidant
a prospect of dreams
endless and gleaming
upon the break of day
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Alone I wait faithful at the ready for my rider.I hear her thoughts and quietly know she is coming to me for the time is at hand for the fight of fights. I know it could very well be my last stand in charging her to her last victory. No pain or displeasure in knowing it is the time that she and I were born for. The long awaited date with a beauty of an angel humble i am in awe of her. We are one in battle as best friends or lovers but she longs for another.I am not saddened by the longing in her heart for it is pure for the king of man and beasts. She speaks softly for the sins of all being asking they be forgiven before the seat of the king on high. Her smile lights up the heavens and her mate smiles back and lets her know he loves her unconditionally but the stairway to heaven is her escape . Time runs off to hide in the clouds the king and queen walk in the garden behind the sun where conversation is silently exchanged between them. One brief second here on earth is but a day to love her king and beg for forgiveness. There is no love stronger than her commitment to be the vessel for his will It feels like a soft gentle rain with lightning and thunder till you see a breathtaking rainbow of abnormal hue. My service is extended past death if she would have me as i was a gift from her husband for the long lonely nights away from her only love. It was but yesterday I came to know her but it was a meeting like none other as i felt her all along. I never knew I would become such a dear companion to her it is so heartfelt that she is Immortal as I feel i may be. What gift goes away or fizzles out? The demons and bad spirits are always trying to remove her from the field of fighting them to regain there humanity to send the evil back to where the king repossess it once and for all never to be dark again no need for darkness . How many Shekhinahs do you know I've only met one.. Her oneness the queen, remember the lady of the lake? How about Moses's daughter? Maybe even the woman next door who can tell these days with hidden magic at work.. So I ask you if you do know her tell her I love Her too.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 3:59 AM UTC
I've tried killing my leeches
the things that **** me speechless
but I can't throw that first stone
because through my mind they comb
Images of my father, when he left us
in his ****** attempt to repossess
a piece of his youth
to calm the anger the pills couldn't soothe
from his failed attempts at parenting
(a trait I hope I'm not inheriting)
I don't blame him, one hundred percent;
my mother had an iron facade of content
for years, secretly crying from the torment
suffering with the life that she never dreamt,
she started her spiral, her descent,
but I never knew to what extent
until the night he breached her trust
with fraudulent intent
It's a bridge that has burned
which every mistake he's confirmed
brought down the supports
but set me onto the right course
To be someone different
compassionate, considerate
and most of all deliberate.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
A Lover’s Warning
A longing heart is torn by time and space
We yearn to fill. The gaping hole of strife
Bears wide our secret aching hiding place
To strikes against the heart that bears our life.
To banish thoughts of love? Alas, a feat.
For the mind eclipsed in forgetfulness
Attempts to fight the memory of heat:
That tender touch we long to repossess.
The memories creep back into the mind
Like insects crawling up the haunted walls
Of memory. Our pain and strife confined
To endless repetitions of their calls.
Let longing lover’s heed to warnings here,
To keep their beloved ones ever near.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
The irises of my eyes
Repossess the beauty
The world abandoned
And cling to
The fabrics
Of reminiscence
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
You can take my home
repossess my car
steal my cell phone
and break my heart
take my pad of paper
but I would just
put the pen to my skin
or memorize the verses for later.
You can’t stop me
from making sweet poetry.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
And though we've all commonly been caressed by oppressive distress,
We're granted the opportunity
To Repossess
Our spirituality.
These are the rules that reign our domain.
i remember the day he asked me
"Yo, Boogz, you wanna run a session",
What the **** was he thinking?
**** I'll run it on a neurotic progression
Of this lyrical obsession,
Forget your indiscretion,
I'll leave your head knotting in impression
Have you second-guessing the oppression of this "session",
And embedded with my confessions,
No order or succession,
Personal expression is not my profession, but I think im getting clear to you
If you want meaning out of this,
Good luck I'm gonna need a C-section,
See, its all words strung together only identifiable by the person who wrote 'em,
Any questions?
Good, cuz i have one for you.
Have you ever seen a person with a soul glimmering gold
Who strolled down the wrong road?
A person who stowed such a load of mold
That he couldn't unfold,
And the end result was to implode?
Well I've met a lot of them. Including me.
In fact this room is full of them.
But we're not outcasts
unless we place that label on our skin,
There's too many good intentions fighting to win,
But its almost like we have this evil twin,
This Mr. Hyde that hides within,
It's actually a good thing the shell is thin,
And since we all share this downfall,
It doesn't matter what shade our skin is... we're kin.
Our tears run from eyes in the same que.
We've all been beat down,
Felt defeated,
Needed
To cry
But we all grow bolder,
Become generals,
And in order to be a general - first you gotta be a soldier.
I commend all men who ascend to the end,
Whose worlds of pretend
Transcended through the bends,
Twists, and all kinds of mends, to meet.
The ones who make are examples,
That we don't have to die.
The journey of a million tears,
Starts with that first lump in your throat.
It's only a speed bump.
You can get over it.
Your addiction.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
repossess whatever I have
I wake up in ***** sheets
take my diary
i have committed it to memory
take my last penny
farthing
take my last bluebird
or kitten and we
got a problem
take my license to drive my identity
I give a **** like
touch my queen
or my Missy
we gonna go around
take my last beer and I would wish you well
my last cigarette oh well
touch anything
I care about though
make my muse cry
or take too long ahead of me
in the checkout line
yeah we got troubles
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
To all love-struck verse, echo well.
No troubadour could mimic so well
The far-flung hopes our lines so tell.
To all love-struck verse, echo well.
Bless the kind muse, bless the bard.
Our goal, our aim, to draw
The heart to other hearts
That do play the part.
Bless the kind muse, bless the bard.
Love will follow Love, if it be true.
Lend not Love to repossess, be true
To your word, or the definition review.
Love will follow Love,
And if this be true
Then all love-struck verse
Will echo well with you.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
He says he doesn’t believe in ghosts and yet so many nights he lays in bed with one,
but he doesn’t know that.
I don’t know it.
I only know when I look in the mirror there is no one there
just a body, almost a skeleton.
Bones and flesh that wander through what is supposed to be my life
and now I’m trying to find a way to repossess myself.
They say ghost are souls with unfinished business.
I still see who I was, who I am supposed to be, who others want me to be.
I am unfinished.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC