"reroute" poems
Kneel before the noose
With roars in chest
Learnt the humility
Abuser wasting his zest
Cry at tomorrow returning no sound
Frightening silence becomes too much loud
Voices of future singing song of the past
The Now is broken and the hope lost it's trust
Cleching rays of light by stale hand
Rotten pride has been betrayed
Ravaged shell will be healed again
To lead you trough circles of undiscovered pain
Blinding light throws me into darkness
Prisoner of malice
Break your knees
In prayer for justice
Last breath will take away
This painful torture
That hates my days
Last breath will take me away
From this endless learning of pain
In morpheus embrace
I can dance with saints
I was granted new chance
But it can't reroute me from hell
Endless hopes of salvation
Avoiding self-meaning
Pray hollow tides for echoes of noble
Decomposed spirit
Swallow all colors
In the search of the path
Look back to the forward
Beyond the lifetime
Rejecting pure energy
Forced to escape
Innocent memory
Will be ravaged again
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
▪♢▪
I hover above as
you write and ponder.
Visit your buffaloes
and assorted natural wonders.
Array of rocks 'n shells
Feathers, Eagle, Hawk.
Turkey and Peacock.
Your collection of critters,
they all welcome me.
Savion is busy and so, not
bothered in the least by my presence,
though it would be such a lovely
moment to meet her...
My memories gleefully
take a hitch on the back of yours.
I playfully wonder if I shall be noticed..
as you are yet unaware of my decision,
upon invitation, to join you.
I love to travel...any way I can.
Today, this is the trip for me!
Memory at will. To visit with a
color, a scent, a touch, a hurt, a joy.
To explore a
memory yet unopened.
Woodlands, Wetlands and Deserts
Descending deep into the
Canyons, down to the river.
While here, venture the rapids.
Then, on to the Dead Sea and the Rose
colored Himalayan Salt Caves.
Dolphins to visit and sing
in chorus, beneath the ocean waters.
Oh, how I have missed them.
As is the luxury of Memory travel,
We are weightless and soundless.
Have no odor, can swim and fly.
We are able at will, to tap into
Ancient Knowledge. The memories
that have come before us,
our gift as a shared consciousness.
We visit our happiest of times.
A delight to have and to hold.
Often, we become immersed in the
our most troubled experiances.
Reliving them over and over.
We are able to reroute a memory
at will,for our pleasure or to
indulge in pain, or a blame.
Our minds are a rich labyrinth of
hopes, dreams and remembrances.
Join in the fun. You can at will.
Thanks for taking this
little trip with me.
▪♢▪
Posting of 'Memory' by W L Winter.
It is posted below "Hitchin' a Ride"
Or find with link
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1310736/memory/
Or just take a visit on over to
W.L.Winter's site
and luxuriate in the
Bountiful Beauty of his Poetry.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Going back to what you know.
All the signs tellin you to stop,
Reroute, it's not the way to go
It's just not the same,
Couldn't be maintained
Left to decay
in the time lapsed
collapsed and what remains
is a husk that just adds to the
echo of the pain
you ran here to escape
Walls of dust clinging onto the pasts shape
Dissipating
Fallin away
Fillin your lungs
along with all those things you failed
to get off your chest along the way
*And you wonder why you can't breath?
Why your heart got so heavy it fell off your sleeve?
Why your mind stole your dreams and now you can't sleep?
Why your faith was overrun by your worries and now You can't believe?!*
Even here Collapsing on your knees
choking back the tears
As you try to put it back together
piece by piece
But it's gone.
There's nothing here for you anymore
You must leave
the road lead nowhere
And nowhere is where this road leads
A circle always comes up empty
No matter how far you reach
Be an exile.
Find your feet
In less polluted airs
Fill up those lungs
Where you have space to breathe
Pick up that heart
with the strength it took to take the leap
Towards the Fresh Start
no decay, no debris.
Come out the Dark
you'll be ok, you will see
well enough in time
to carve your own path
Be Free
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
When I think about my future I can't see anything.
It's blurry
and always has been.
Except with you.
When I try to reroute my plans,
I cannot handle the thought of you
not by my side.
I ruined everything.
Because I don't know how to love.
I know I love you, though.
I just don't know in what way.
I wish I had the answers
that would set us free.
Even if that freedom means
you no longer beside me.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
The next time you tell a woman she’s beautiful,
you will mean it less —
because you have already meant it most.
She looks like a safe bet.
How boring for you.
She will never make your hands shake
when you try to button your shirt —
the buttons slipping like stones from your fingers,
like your body forgot how to be steady
because someone like me was looking at you.
It was never that serious.
Except, maybe, it was.
She will never make you reroute your whole life
just to cross her path.
She won’t know what it’s like
to catch you looking at her mouth
like it’s a dare you want to take —
but we know you’re all talk.
She wasn’t a hard person to love.
She was just a girl
who knew how to sit still.
And you —
you were just a man
who had only ever loved things
that were easy to set down.
You wanted something simple —
a woman like a neatly folded sweater:
wrinkle-resistant, polishes you up,
easy to pick up,
easier to put away.
But simple things never ruin your appetite.
They never make you whisper,
"God, what’s wrong with me?"
because you can’t stop thinking about
the car crash in your rib cage
that you wrote off as a particularly bad day.
But some bruises bloom twice,
and some wrecks keep ringing in your ears.
I was never easy to love —
but God, I was worth it.
And when I was yours,
you were someone better.
Isn’t that just vile?
It was never serious.
Except, apparently, it was.
Now I hope you choke on how simple it feels.
I hope you spend the rest of your life
wondering why you never had to catch your breath
when you kissed her.
I hope her laugh sounds too much like mine.
I hope you hear my name in her silence.
I hope she kisses you in a dark bar,
and for one awful second,
you forget whose lips are on yours.
I hope you miss me across midnights
and hate yourself for it.
I hope my scent won’t wash out of sheets I’ve never slept on —
like something you swore you imagined,
until you smell it again.
I hope you never stop searching out my poems,
then deleting your history.
I hope certain lines jangle like change in your pocket
over every street you’ll ever walk.
I hope the sharpest edges of my words
are so embedded in your psyche,
you can’t remember if it's a Vonnegut quote,
your own inner monologue, or me —
your real favorite writer.
I know I’ll never hear from you again —
but when you quote me in your head,
I hope you taste blood.
I hope you keep walking —
but never walk away clean.
It was never that serious.
Except, I guess, it was.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 7:13 AM UTC
Icecream you are a sick disease
But here I am
With a spoon in my mouth,
Eating you up like a champ,
Licking every last drop in the bowl,
Believing I am the sickness
And you are the cure
You are the future
You stop time
Dead in its tracks
You reroute the train
Long after its detailed
So I stop and I think
Dr icecream
You are hired !
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
Now never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
When the evil within tries to get out.
Its time to reroute./
I've gotta reroute. /
I've got to get up on my feet
And shout. /
I've wasted too much time asleep.
Only ****** at myself
Because during the time I've spent
Trying to dig deep into her/
I have totally forgetten
Where I was and who they were./
Those who held me back/
gave me plenty of hugs and daps/
but made my time on earth a blur./
I love my brothers so/
And I lift them up
When they're low/
But when it's time to go/
**** its times to go./
Open up my crusted eyes
And let the Suns holy glow/
Help me grow./
I just hope that when I rise
I begin to know
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
But never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
Camels and Arabs/
I often wish I could walk
The land that they have./
Yet, I walk the land
Of trends and fads/
Expensive homes and tags/
That make me see everything
I do not have./
Only to drag me further away
From my true path./
Desensitizing me of
What I'm not suppose to have/
And throwing me on that circuitous route./
Now that I've figured all this **** out./
I'm going to backtrack on my life
And add in everything I left out. /
Reconstructing my mind
To make it my vibrant home.
So when they ask and say
"Klash, what took so long?"
I would reply
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Just a moment in this lifetime,
Just a tragedy ahead,
Not knowing where each turn will lead,
Within seconds we might be dead,
Live each day to the fullest,
Don't stop to wonder why,
Do everything your heart desires,
In dreams, reach for the sky.
Surprises at every stop sign,
With it's share of wrong ways and dead-ends.
Statistics dont help you with the future,
They only tell you where you've been.
With so many people among us,
There are no certainties.
All it takes is just one person,
To reroute history.
Don't waste one single moment,
How very precious that they are,
What seems a long way off,
Is really not that far.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
Rumble strips and road trips
Drive until I catch the night
Right shoulder tears for all my fears
Thruways admit I lost the fight.
An eye for an eye
Left turn for left turn
GPSs always lie
A truth for a truth
Reroute our directions but we'll
Never regain our wasted youth.
Now again I'm drifting off
The road signs mean I'm never lost
But the rumble strip will always grind
Until I forget what I drove to find.
Highway markers flashing by
In tired hate I wonder why
Until the sun must also rise
This painful day will be reprised.
Hands off the wheel, forget to blink
This desolate night is not what you think
A split second glance in my rearview
Confirms what I already knew
For though my stance to run was wrong
There's no denying you were in the back seat all along.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
growing closer to where asking questions is cancer waiting for an answer. essays, and mindwaves, and backspins, and moon rays. Eyes above my mind, but it’s the truth now that makes me blind. and all the pathways i can’t find because somehow they have left me far behind.
the density that carries my mind, like lead floating on air: casually undefined. but there exists a lie i’ve told a truth behind - told in fast forward but experienced in rewind. the fluids become ink and words against your spine, while worlds reroute and minds align. it becomes a certain sign that the best hand is held by time - who rewrites headlines that forget to remind the stock dialogue for the witness of the crime. back again, past enemy lines, at least we have explosives we can hide behind.
so remember those who will perish
in the war and all the truths that
they died for
but it was the only way
really,
to even the score.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
Every day is the same thing, the same routine. Every morning I wake up earlier than I would like too, and waste my daylight inside a confined concrete building that feeds off of conformed thinking and dead end ideas. Seated at desks, row after row, are robots in training being programmed by words written on white walls with various colors, coded for correction.
We walk the halls of so- called "social structure" like veins and arteries with no source of life. Sit. Stand. Strut. No strolling. We must coagulate with the clicks of the clock. Strive. They cut our wires and reroute them periodically. Don't soar. Stay. They have us tied down by the laces of our shoes to keep us here, to keep us from wandering, because wandering leads to wondering. We are each a 12 point letter, of the same font, standing, double spaced, staring at the same blank paper in front of us.
Except every now and then, there's someone that gives off a little more reception than is acceptable. Between the cords connecting our control panels is cartilage, flowing through our system software is life and thoughts and memory. When our thumb drive is hooked up to our monitor, our eyes open bigger, with three cones, we see a spectrum that was once incapable. When we leave our daily life with a wrong, or right, turn we feel the drops of water falling from the sky on our hands and we don't immediately go up in flames, instead we let out a sigh of relief.
The next day I try to install this into others, but only to be told I am simply short circuited. But I know better now, I am not malfunctioning. I was struck by lightning and now my brain is storming.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
I’m walking with my head down, I look up and i’ve been walking in circles this whole time
-time to reroute
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
Sitting here in my lonely cell
Thinking I'm sitting in a living hell
I wander about days long ago
Now this new life is all I seem to know
Changing seems like such a task
But I cant go on wearing a metaphorical mask
My life took a detour and I need to reroute
Some one please save me I need a way out
I know i can change I just need a shove
And I'll be off flying high like a free floating dove
I need to give it up for all that its worth
Given the opportunity I can conquer the earth
My life can be great I just need to try
I need to push through or I'll be summoned to die
For everyone out there I'm going to change
Our friendship shall grow with such great range
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
I can't figure out
The color of your eyes,
It intrigues me.
I can't figure out
What lies behind them,
It fatigues me.
Please just relieve me
And give rise
To what's behind the disguise
That perplexes me.
Please just fulfill me plea
And explain exactly
What it means
When you look at me
With those blues and greens.
I think you feel it too
But the doubt just intervenes.
And it could fall through,
The plans I thought might ensue.
Usually I can just look through
And subdue feelings like these,
But my heart can't
Ignore what it sees
And my mind can't
Deny, it agrees
That when you look at me
With those eyes
It implies
That this defies
The norm
And what underlies
Will take form.
Please just resolve
This confusion I bear.
Please just dissolve
This despair that we share.
I swear, I won't dare
Drop my feelings
If you care.
I don't mind a reroute
If this isn't what you're about.
I just can't figure you out.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Writer's block afflicts Das scribe,
who **** now stricken supine
adept dull livery sub par excellence
his gold standard worse
thus, another day
to slog thru arduous process
crafting admirable verse
wrestling behemoth loosed ******
dodging enfilade broadcast sos terse.
N'er easy chore to fashion
acceptable word worth poem to whit
staring at flickering
accursed cursor doth blank stare visit
flash flooding warning saturated
gray matter fist sized unit
groundswell burgeoning leveed banks
barging signals transmit
urgent army corps of engineers
to reroute via sluice, sans surfeit
apprentice longshoreman
doth double duty
as grammarian sought to retrofit
arduous struggle ensues, where drowning
affects consummation
strong temptation quit
ditch ching progress made,
thus far in hot pursuit
mind comfortably numb
stream of consciousness
submerges concentration
entrenched deep posit
craftiness sentenced to punctuate
disequilibrium doth outwit
venerably beaded trademark
Scottish matted flair
abandoned unfinished poem
left forever stranded orbit
zero escape velocity
zinging, unsprung,
pinging mindscape nonprofit
able endeavor reflecting zeitgeist
bombarding Messerschmitt
undermining, strafing, disabling
cutting crew rescue outer limit
faint feint blinking in the twilight zone.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
I missed you more than amphetamines,
or hollow holy vows sprouting out of me. you
used to reroute my scowls and transform them into smiles,
but no curve of any lips are quite like your's.
I don't know how you do it or how you did it,
it sickens me nights,
it's been hard to word things and I feel so empty,
with a cavernous head and a dread of the feeling that I've been feeling, I need comforting.
we haven't talked in ages, I wrote this by a state line, I was so close to breaking
that I stopped laughing about my problems.
It's been tainting my happiness, further proving,
that gaping hole I've grown to know.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
I take it back...
there's at least
one thing to see
and hear in the Varrio
on my block.....
Eli the poet who's
10 times been shot.
His philosophy
resounds with me
and I must give him
credit for at least
two or three. . .
Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew
from his mouth...
inspired by something
deep in his soul
that had to come out
which my hand
snatched from his air
to pencil as poetry
and to all of you reroute
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
I climbed aboard a train that took me
Further and faster
Than others on horseback.
Yet now I'm desperate:
The map is all wrong,
These stations I pass are those
I wanted most to avoid.
I want to change direction,
But see only miles and miles
Of straight track ahead.
Will there be another junction,
A crossing of tracks,
A way to reroute,
To change course?
Or is the only option
Derailment?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
In troubled times and hard times,
I get strong and my faith shines.
Even if I'm down without dimes,
That's the best time God shines.
At the end of my very last try
when curled up and ready to cry,
faith nudges and urges me to cope
That's when I reach for dear hope.
In the middle of my roughest storms,
I fight to hang on to the bull's horns
Even if the wait is long and perilous
I stay determined and remain courageous.
Even though I waddle in some trials
I toughen up and walk the extra miles.
Even if the walk lead to unfamiliar places,
I'll always reroute and finish my races.
IvanBrookspoetry©️
Bassapoet✍️
6.6.2019
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 4:21 AM UTC
Tell me now are you ready to start?
It's time to evolve yourself,
Figure out everything to do right.
When everyone says stop, are you gonna go?
Only the ones that follow there own,
Only the ones that will stand out,
Only the ones not giving up,
Make it better from the start.
Will you go further than most?
Those that won't try hard enough,
Those get left behind,
Those that won't care enough,
Those will fall apart.
Tell me so you think your living life?
Do you do what you please to decide,
Does nobody deprive you of that,
Don't you, don't you fall back.
So now are you leaning on?
Can't rely on what's behind to catch.
Are you the fish in the sea?
Figure out how to cast the hook instead,
Far enough that people can't see,
Don't fear just reel it back in.
Now everyone is telling you your changing?
That's the time you advance as an individual,
When your seeking out what you believe,
Start sailing the 7 seas.
When your discovering your mind,
People will try polluting it in time.
Is this all ideas inside?
Than don't reroute the course for par,
Do all this for yourself,
Shoot for eagles like a star.
Have you achieved this belief?
Give yourself a pad on the back,
Than say thank you, thank you,
Simply for the power to succeed.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
i find it unnecessary
to exchange mixtures of letters
with the receiver i once did see me
engaging in foreseen endeavors with
but history tore me and we
though i now retract
exceptions are had
such as
when i choose to detract
the warmth i had way back
in the past
when our fire did not brand
but did attract
us to one another
not like now
and how it knows
how to protract
to engulf us
to turn good
into bad
i release resistant exhales
and doubt
on newfound callousness i once could
reroute
only when allowed by a sizable
payout
even if along the way
it cracks
the heart
i once had
and the heart
i once had
sworn
on my life
to pass
for
before
i
let it
pass.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
I find flaws in here and in all of y'all
Born upright but bound to fall
Stand tall but a little bend in your step
A little more weight to add to your rep
Want a feeling to give to the people
Give 'em equal before I give them the sequel
Most can only handle one thing as time
Just pour tequila in the glass
Just give me a lime
No need for the salt
It's late and your fault
That was your one ticket to get in my vault
Been locked out
Time to reroute
Please know what your about
I'm about soul and rhythm
Personal creeds
Putting my spirit wants above my physical needs
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC