"retrial" poems
~for those who can’t sleep, and know why~
***you say “how much is too far?” and I think yes, more scars,
a man surveys a lifetime of errors and cowardice,
my soles, scarred from nite-walking new york city sidewalks,
days of haven’t slept in years, weakness is my prejudice,
tally sums-ups as no forgiveness, the pavement paying is a
continuum of paying on, there is no atonement for wasted life,
the concrete cracks wedded to my body, stepped on each one***
**marvel at the disastrous disappointment that I’ve engineered,
how creative in disguising a life of accumulated self bruising,
applaud my season’s greeting card, 2020, me meeting me,
in a laptop I am contained, global boundaries thus defined,
crumpled coffee cups, emptied wine glass, zoom loops of repetition,
still I wonder why, every day, how, so many missteps, wondering
not at the lackluster will that carried me; every minute sorrowful**
*so much hidden begs for revelation, murdered souls, theft, jealousy,
but the punishment is brutal; a conscientious conscience continually
punishes my blackened hours and there is no retrieval, retrial,
just a grounded plot with neither headstone and grass,
for I’m marked by no marker, and the wounds inflicted are my
afflicted leavings, my bones+soul confined, and the hallelujah
word excised from my vocabulary, forbidden me, justifiably so*
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Mr. Tambourine Man
Song by Bob Dylan
“Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me,
I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming...
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow”
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
You not being able to trust me is comparable to life spent in prison. I comitted crimes before, pleading guilty to sleeping with another man before you even asked. I would not have shed my clothes for him had I known you were coming back. I know now that fights do not always lead to a final goodbye.
His touch felt so strange. Boney hands glided across my skin. He didn't give me goosebumps. Instead, the tips of his fingers were bees. I lost your trust in exchange for being stung a dozen times. You gave me a life sentence, when i am already imprisoned by my conscience.
Please consider a retrial
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
I have a poster of fame
Posted on every building and street corner in America
I am an outlaw on the lamb
as I am running from the "Law of The Land."
A "dangerous flame."
I am not of criminal nature.
I seem to have let down those who have arrested me
Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments
I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept
outlaws such as me.
Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers
Running after a "rogue comrade"
To be liquidated from the inventory
the names of entities
Scratched off the List of people
who are titled the "Accepted Glory."
Friends lost the notions of "balance"
as certain rewards were notable to be banked
to be received
as amounts of funds
As the situation grew dim with tragedy
To the court of "The Worms Wall"
He was sentenced to exile
Without a chance of debating the Liability
No Balance
Without his own counsel
This fugitive never stood his chance.
Wishing to have someone to become his friend
He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light
As the empty chair in the court room
They were not there
I sat in the Witness Box
Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight
To where I am supposed to go while now on the run
I need a retrial
To prove my name of the truth
As such titles should be replaced on the list
Until such
My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over
Friendship city
Until I can prove my true blue loyalty
I have no dignity
I am now the lost one.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Bing Bada Boom,
Legion of Doom.
Hear the World Engine
go 'Vroom Vroom.'
Adam and Eve,
Bride and Groom.
Heavenly Couple
sent down to Earth.
Their wicked *** children
and their twisted *** greed,
wrecked the Earthly Garden
and paid their warnings no heed.
When the day is done
and the fun is over,
the playground is empty and
the children must go home.
Moms and Pops,
They ain't gonna hold back.
We finna get an *** whoopin'.
Its been a long time coming.
All of humanity, get yo *** in line;
CEOs first, emplyees last.
You do the crime,
you do the time.
Dem are de rules
and you brokened them all.
You've run out of time
and there's no way to stall.
Did you forget?
We gotta go back.
The same One who sent us here
will call us all back.
Get your affairs in order
before the conductor comes a-collecting.
Your ticket was punched
the moment you drew your first breath.
Check your itinerary -
duration and detours,
none of them matter.
This trip is one way,
there is no going back.
The destination is final
so be not in denial.
Prepare your defense
and argue your case,
for the Judgement is final
and there shall be no retrial.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC