"savin" poems
No one else, but a poet...can bring colors
to scenes...with verses, in crass or subtle
tones......gather words together in lines,
uncertain in their ebbing and flowing...
the results create surprise in many
hues that could make one cry,
grimace......frown......or smile
readers are led to far, or near
destinations...to the cool, sweet air
and peaceful atmosphere of paradise,
or, to unlit corners...uncharted waters,
or deep into an abyss...or, a black hole,
an unknown corner, where moribund souls
are biding their time, maybe, they could
now define by themselves, purgatory and hell,
understand those sunken souls who have lost
all...except their arms, and begging eyes...
then, through appropriate words,
a poet paints a laborious path, or
a stairway...so an enlightened reader
may climb back to safe, calm waters...
a poet makes the mind see a human heart,
beating in many rhythms...throbbing,
.......aflame with longing and desire,
bursting from ecstatic, sublime moments,
then, later on, shift to grayish thoughts
that cut deep....tormenting...crashing,
............gnashing the heart...
a poet paints a soul walking on cloud nine,
later, to dip feet in celebrative pools.
sometimes, a poet would rather not, yet,
an inner force prevails, thereby paints a
drooping soul...dying, in total surrender,
ready to fall..............but, again, with a
barrel of lively-colored words, a poet
takes this despondent soul to berth,
with soothing verses, bring it to a rebirth...
every human being is worth an effort
..............even those that have fallen
.........................are worth savin' .....
a poet's palette is uniquely
enriched with colorful experiences,
a poet paints life in its truest colors,
..........could be dark...or bright
.....nothing more......nothing less...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 29, 2017
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
if you stop following the rules
they say you have disorder
even if it's just a little bit
and they can't pinpoint who you are to them
borderline personality disorder
everything's either evil, or good
people are placed in categories
to the extreme
then it calms down
it's called
hyper mood swing
bi polar
tri polar
quadruple by pass aint savin me
**** the rules
manic impressive
your diagnosis is depressive
can't handle a little love
a little chat
a little quiet
some existence
you can't see
or feel
hyperbole turned real
is a psychopath's mind
errrr
i'm like a dog on a leash
waitin to bite
the first ************ i see
if he acts up
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
" I love your positive outlook on life. It's like you're never
depressed. Or at least
I wouldn't think so," you tell me.
Maybe that's why DeCaprio never won his Oscar;
they're savin' 'em all for me.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
There's a creek I used to see
When I was young
I'd go there to think
It calmed my mind
See the girls were all yelling
And it made it all cloudy
And the boys were all calling
And it made it all rowdy
My mind was a castle for them to play in and stay in.
I wasn't tired yet but cried from all the savin
There's a Brook I used to go to
When I was older
I'd go there to kiss
It gave me more time
See the boys were all touching
And it made me afraid
And this one boy he cared
And we held hands and stayed
My heart was a labyrinth for them to search in.
I wasn't wild yet but tired from all the ridin.
There's a river I used to go to
When I got a little older
I'd go there to lie
It treated me kind
See the men were all looking
And it made me so scared
And the one boy he left
And I had only scars left
My body was a object for them to play with.
I wasn't dying yet but wild from all the givin
There's a lake I still go to
Now that I'm older
I go there to sink
It lets me pass the time
See the people all are passing
And it makes me look down
And I've been alone so long
And I'm tired of changing
My soul is a tomb for them to lay in
I'm not dead yet but dying from all the cravin
But in the winter it gets colder
The lake freezes up
No one sees me as I walk holding my cup
I breathe it in and someone whispers to me deeply
"Honey we're all flyin through life, so stay an evening"
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
Welcome to poetfreak manor
everyone's welcomed here
as long as you never speak
about your anger or fear
please keep down the noise
we like it nice and quiet
please do not speak too loud
you just might cause a riot
we like to talk about flowers
or talk about the lord
we don't care if you're different
we don't care if you're bored
====================================================
Welcome to our poet's humble haven
you may hang your hat on the door
but first, is your soul worth savin?
first, what exactly are you here for?
we are intolerant to other's belief
we bow to only one holy grace
likewise thinkers are such a relief
anything else is way off base
please join us in our holy crusade
and do not show an individual voice
your opinion is far out-weighed
this is our site, this is our choice
This is a series i am doing about people at a tiny site, that sit there and condemn others all day long. Since i am an activist, i am trying to change it. I am not talking about all religious people, just the bad ones as i see them. After all, couldn't a non-christian see them more clearly than they see themselves?
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
I'm a docder, pretty wizard, how d'ya like that?
I prescribe drugs, you just wear a pointy hat!
I ain't no Dr. Phil BS or Dr. Dre crap,
While you're busy casting spells, I'm savin' some poor old chap
Against me, you wouldn't stand a chance
I'm smarterer than you, and you just have a fancy stance
I'm a real life livin' docder
And you need me as a proctor
Just to drink some vodkar
And by now I bet you're wonderin' what ya just got in yer
Ya can't even rhyme
So why should I waste a single bit of my time
Fightin' with ma docder powers which are all so sublime
And here's a little gift
Before I shift
Back ta destroyin' all ya lyin'
Without even tryin'
It's a free little lesson
Better count it as a blessin'
Crap, wizard, that, warcraft and path
Don't rhyme, just do the math
And also by the way, you misspelled "WRATH!!!!!"
I can wear whatever I want, from my boots up to my hat
So, my little wizard, what d'ya think of that?
I can use anything, from a .50 cal to a bat
You just get a stick, and a stupid purple hat
I can eat 416 billion grams of fat
And cuz I'm a docder, I'd burn it off in nothin' flat
By just using a little brainpower to focus
All of my smartererness, against your hocus pocus
You could never mess with me
Or either docder buddy,
Jedingaling and Murly
You'd leave so freakin early
If we started a beef
So just can it, and save yourself the grief
Against Walsh, you would flee
And as of now, he hasn't even got his docder PhD!
Unlike me!
Yeah, try every fancy trick
And poke me with a stick
A docder can take any pain,
From a puny little stick to a saw with a chain!
And then the docder'd turn around and use an attack
And your whole puny world would fade into black
You are done
I have just won
CUZ I'M A DOCDER, SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
They came to party until the world ends...
Play the record again
DJ Play that track again..
I watch the stars and clouds and ask when is the end?
Do I go and dance with my friends?
Do I go and watch the world end?
And they say..
Earth is caving in, run away from them.
There world is plastic
They think it's fantastic
Go and talk to him..the man that guides the wind.
Go and ask him,
He is here to save them.
Go and ask you know need Savin
Go and ask you know need Savin
Go ask him the world they know is plastic.
It will burn by there own sinful habits
Go and ask him..
Go and ask him.. The world you know is plastic
It's a habit the world you know is!
Plastic!
Plastic!
Plastic..
Hurry ask him
I came to dance a new song and hyme, Tell me how it ends.
my world is plastic
I was a fanatic
Watch the clouds and stars they took me very far.
He said..
Dust the magic off your feet,
And the plastic off your hands
My heart I give you so you can be real person again.
My songs are platnuim now go and sing to them and who ever here you they hears me.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
yo
need yo-self some coverage
what if you get in a ax-e-dent
I got a little something for you......
I’m pimpin pauly
a financial planner
insurance guru
no ones badder
he’s ****** with your lame rates
offerin you better bank states
better call for quote dog
don’t forget to say thanks
I’m pimpin pauly –
I’m pauly pimpin
sendin him diff-rent
clients on the real tip
lookin to save
for a dope trip
maybe you got your throat ripped
he works with HMO’s, *****
savin dollas
makin ya holla
give him a calla
no mo shoppin
middle of the malla
wont fall-a
be a balla
I’m pimpin Pauly –
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
U woke me up for this?
**** OFF!
I can't believe this ****
**** OFF!
no I don't need savin!
**** OFF!
no I won't be behavin!
**** OFF!
cuz all your meddlin'
**** OFF!
is just Jehovah peddlin'!
**** OFF!
i must not be clear!
**** OFF!
or just holy **** in ears!
**** OFF!
you want me 2 pray cuz i'm bitter?
**** OFF!
the only kneelin' I'll be doin'
is behind yo sister!
**NOW **** OFF!**
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
woke up in the mornin
with a very bad headache
not realisin'
that there was screamin downstairs
so i rush downnn
to save mama from you
blood trickles down her nose
and i see a tear or two
you stare at me with demonns
in your eyes
like im the one that disobeyed the human rights
ill save you i said mama dont you cry
but shes a hero and she dont need savin now
said mama,
i swear to you my child
said mama,
your father has run wild
i promise you that i will keep you safe
no one will hurt you, because we are a free state
oh mama oh mama oh mama
living alone,
is a tough job to keep
constant nightmares,
of the mistakes you might have made
i crawl into her bed at night
like i used to at 5 years of age
to keep her safe
and i see her smile
she stares at me with angels
in her eyes
like im the saviour
that god has sent her
cuz
ill save you darlin she said baby dont you cry
your my hero and i dont need savin now
and i dont need savin nowwwww
said mama,
i swear to you my child
said mama,
your father has run wild
i promise you that i will keep you safe
no one will hurt you, because we are a free state
oh mama oh mama oh mama
oh mama oh mama oh mama etc etc
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
In chains trying to make change
Arrange for a plane to far away plains
In vain he hopes to stand
On his two feet but love, he cannot believe. So much pressure he bought it no receipt. I got these white collars stressing me, telling me, wear your tie pick up your feet, please, my ancestors didn't fight to see, me, 36 floors up fashion hanging me, from the metaphorical tree. No they won't see me groveling on my knees. I'm a proud black man dyeing to be, free, and its funny cause we all dyeing to be, something, and time don't cease and we just micro-living in peace, or pain, or plain vanilla.
(Columbus day)
In a noose finding proof
Board a boat to a faraway moat
Round we go, at least he's afloat
In a sea of uncertainty,
certainly, he can handle what he see's
But what about what he feels
I don't know what's worse.
The loss or the hurt.
I see the day as the end of natural earth.
Borders crossed never to be returned.
The order was established I'm still fellin the aftershock. They mock my art, mock my creativity, try to mock the essence of me. But in a sense its good, I guess, allowing free expression to get this stress off my chest. Blessed I feel every day to know I aint got to go. The box that surrounds me is just metaphorical. Even the rules in place are deplorable, meanin ignorable. If it don't help it hurt and the new jim crow need some work. But as long as I can escape it, as long as I can break out the box, as long as I can stand on two feet, the oppressor will never catch me on my knees in a noose or fighting to get loose. My mind is already liberated, my education has focused my hatred, and I realized they the ones that need the savin.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
Hate of the nation
The population
Don't you know what your facin?
Still spacin?
Can't run away cause we'll keep on chasin'
Time to fight back
From the get go
**** holdin' back
Time to let go
We done with the peace
We'll keep fighting back
And never take ease
Hit you deep for the shell shock
Here's a beating from the helpless ones you mock
We aren't here to knock
Breakin' down ya door
Bringing out what we got in store
A hell lot more
20 million haters washin' up on shore
Spit back out from the ocean blue
Dark fantasies are coming true
About the day you suckers get the pay
Where would we be without the hate?
How would ever thing be?
No one would be pleased by a goofy fantasy
-Hell no
But keep it comin'
It's gettin' kinda funny
You must be jealous of my money
And I'm not braggin' honey
I'll throw back whatever you give
I know your bite ain't even close to your bark
You should know better than that
Put you mouth in park
"Never more" says the raven
You won't ever find a safe haven
This hate is savin'
I stay bold
I don't do what I'm told
This anger is way hard to be controlled
And if it get's out
I gotta let it out
Come on now shout
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
People made me feel so empty
People made me feel so lost
People made me feel ugly
They filled me with self hate
And now I cry when I hear a song on the radio
That reminds me of the love that I lost long ago
And now I cry when I see friends holding hands
Reminding me of the ones I have loved and lost
I have never felt like I belonged anywhere
People called me names and pushed me away
Made me feel like I was to blame...
I have never felt any true love
Neither physical or emotional
No one ever made me feel fine
No one ever made me feel like
I had someone to call my own
No one ever truly stayed here
So now I drown my sorrows in
My tears that I've been savin'
Here
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
walking down the street it's getting dark
wishing i hadn't forgot where i parked
i've never really been to to your neighborhood anyway
you're still sitting on your roof
smokin' a cigarette
already forgotten that i'd left
I never really was your hero anyway
and never have you ever really needed savin'
i just wanted to be someone you could hide in
you always thought there was something beautiful bout being alone
so i'll never know
walking to my door, get a buzz on my phone
you say never have you ever felt so alone
and he never really felt as good as you anyway
come save the day
but she never really ever needed savin'
and i just wanted to be someone she could hide in
she always thought there was something beautiful bout being alone
so she'll never know
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
[Lyric re-write: The Times they are a Changin’, by Bob Dylan]
Come gather ‘round, voters
Wherever’s your Poll?
And admit rising waters
Around you now flow
And accept it is sooner
Than science had shown
It’s ah crime the earth we’re not savin’
Get propeller power whirlin’
Charge yer lights with the sun
For the Climate is ah Changin’
Come haters and cynics
Who Twitter and spin
Better open yer eyes
For the Glaciers are thin
Our POTUS hates science
Wants it all about him
No compassion for another
He’s a gamblin’ we’re losers
And payin’ his bills
While the Climate is ah Changin’
Come Senator McConnell
Stop blockin’ the Bills
Don’t stand in our way
As the ice melts and spills
Our earth is ah hurtin’
While you don’t heed calls
The storm outside is ah ragin’
And soon for our children
No future at all
For the Climate is a Changin’
Come sisters and brothers
We must make a stand
And all realize
What is now in our hands
For if we do nothin’
They’ll ravish the land
Unlivable for the ages
Inaction and tarry
Is all they have planned
While the Climate is ah Changin’
The time has now come
The dye, it is cast
If we slow down
It’ll soon come to pass
Our chances are fadin’
The present, our last
Leavin’ life no safe haven
So what we don’t need
Is coal, oil, or gas
Cuz the Climate is a Changin’
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
How we marvel at possessions, think they make the best impressions;
For with material things we establish a close rapport.
Can’t you see we are infected by this false truth we’ve injected
Into the minds we’ve neglected, directed by commercial lore.
"These things will make you happy,” says the preacher of commercial lore,
Only this and nothing more.
There are nights we sit there spying, through our computer screens buying
Bourbon, books, and onyx watches, razor blades and house décor,
Bright scarfs in brilliant vermilion, cowboy boots coated reptilian,
Stroll through any mall pavilion, civilians went in every store.
Like clockwork we comeback again, millions spent in every store;
We always want something more.
Like in monopoly we aspire, the best estates to acquire,
So other players can look in envy at our great high score.
With the money we’ve been savin’, we want a home in New Haven,
So we sought a market Maven, craving a house on the shore,
A vintage house with wooden dock sitting calmly on the shore.
Can we find one that’s worth more?
Queerly we lust for assets, keep on buying have no regrets.
Are we dumb or blind or numb to keep doing what we abhor?
Statues shackled to cubicles, doped up on pharmaceuticals
****** fingers raw cuticles, we’re bulls for the matador.
He dances us round in circles, pulls the sword the matador
Is the one we all fall for.
But the Maven respectfully will encourage us helpfully,
“Follow your path of senseless sorrow, leave your qualms at the door,
Carry on with inhibition, keep working for that commission,
Please don’t mind your intuition, fruition comes from spending more.”
But like layered lies there’s a pea of truth on the mattress floor;
A princess would wake up sore.
We must move past our gluttony, and join the better company
Of men meek in spirit who act humbly like the days of yore.
Realize that joy stems from passion, not this sorry thing called fashion;
Embrace others with compassion to truly make our hearts soar;
And our souls from out the shadows can truly begin to soar.
Let’s be greedy – nevermore.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
the sun is up
today reveal itself
and it aint good
who did it?
who stole the power?
what shall we do?
our love has been perverted
our ability to love
what shall we do?
the slow reconnection with the pure
the overthrow of all limitations
the psychodelic expansion of self
today stands on its own
we too we
too declare divinity
we too
declare the reality
is ours
forever
we are real
here forever
come
my love
love
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
To Em
I’ve been tryin to send you letters for the longest time now
But they’ve got me movin
Bed to bed
Hospital to hospital
Everything is dirt here
They say Im gonna lose both my legs, Em
Truth is I’m scared
I’m far away from home
In this ****** jungle
And I’m just trying to survive
I don’t wanna die Em
I wanna see you so bad. I Know
This is all a dream and in a minute Ill wake up
And you’ll be layin there next to me warm
Your hair all soft on my face
I can smell your perfume
Teardrops
Tell me Em that your waitin for me
That I ain’t comin home alive
For you
And you ain’t there
Em, your my life
Your my angel
Savin me from all of this
I lay here and listen to full grown men cry and beg for death
Men screamin for their mommas
Teardrops
I lay here quiet with my pillow over my head just dreamin about you
Bout us
In my bedroom wakin up in the morning cause the dog wont shutup and has to ***
And I can just get up and let him out
I just wanna walk on the grass in the front yard
Inside your wearin my Led Zepplin shirt just smiling at me standin out there like a fool
I just wanna hear the dogs bark down the street again
I just wanna see my room
**** in my own toilet
Sleep in my own bed
Brush my teeth in my own sink
And for ******* christ’s sake take a shower
I think about you all the time Em
And if I die
I promise no matter how bad it hurts
Ill be thinkin bout you
Takin me to heaven
Kissin me on my shoulder. Huggin me on my neck
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 10:55 AM UTC
straight to the edge surpass light speed
full reverse thrusters
tractor beam
money exchanged
souls bought and sold
twist the tourniquet bleeding uncontrolled
satisfy thirst
bringin' the onslaught
don't know better
what they were taught
it's over now the good guys won
final scene moppin' up blood
surrender in droves
white flags wavin'
hands in the air
these souls need savin'
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
I’m like a knock-off Edgar Allen Poe
But instead of raving about a raven
I croon about a crow
Who comes a-fluttering
And I start my muttering
About I do not need savin’
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
”You ain’t nothing in this town, kid.”
I slid my hands in my pockets, slouching
just like mother told me not to.
“You’ll be crushed by the others.
They’ll do things to you that you’ll never forget.
You ain’t never gonna live ‘em down.”
What this guy doesn’t know is
back where I was from,
I wasn’t anyone either.
“Best ‘o luck,
though luck ain’t savin' you here.”
His legs led him into the blinding sunset,
into the city of ruins and graffiti.
It was like fire.
A calm, consuming fire,
enveloping the dying buildings,
swallowing his silhouette.
I’ve yet to understand why my mother gave birth to me.
I ran away from her
away from everything I understood.
and now I’m lost
in a pile of the same ****
simply located elsewhere.
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong anywhere.
The world is too beautiful for me,
and it’s inhabitants are the source
of all my misfortunes.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
How we marvel at possessions, think they make the best impressions;
For with material things we establish a close rapport.
Can’t you see we are infected by this false truth we’ve injected
Into the minds we’ve neglected, directed by commercial lore.
“These things will make you happy,” says the preacher of commercial lore,
Only this and nothing more.
There are nights we sit there spying, through our computer screens buying
Bourbon, books, and onyx watches, razor blades and house décor,
Brilliant scarfs in bright vermilion, cowboy boots coated reptilian,
Stroll through any mall pavilion, civilians shop in every store.
Like clockwork we comeback again, millions spent in every store;
We always want something more.
Like in monopoly we aspire, the best estates to acquire,
So other players can look in envy at our great high score.
With the money we’ve been savin’, we want a home in New Haven,
So we sought a market Maven, craving a house on the shore,
A vintage house with wooden dock sitting calmly on the shore.
Can we find one that’s worth more?
Queerly we lust for assets, keep on buying have no regrets.
Are we dumb or blind or numb to keep doing what we abhor?
Statues shackled to cubicles, doped up on pharmaceuticals
****** fingers raw cuticles, we’re bulls for the matador.
He dances us round in circles, pulls the sword the matador
Is the one we all fall for.
But the Maven respectfully will encourage us helpfully,
“Follow your path of senseless sorrow, leave your qualms at the door,
Carry on with inhibition, keep working for that commission,
Please don’t mind your intuition, fruition comes from spending more.”
But like layered lies there’s a pea of truth on the mattress floor;
A princess would wake up sore.
We must move past our gluttony, and join the better company
Of men meek in spirit who act humbly like the days of yore.
Realize that joy stems from passion, not this sorry thing called fashion;
Embrace others with compassion to truly make our hearts soar;
And our souls from out the shadows can truly begin to soar.
Let’s be greedy – nevermore.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
a little bit a luck
a little love
we lie so easily
------
what da hell's wrong here?
--------
pain?
havent we caused enough?
felt enough?
-----
savin what we have been losin
broken hearts
broken memories
------
what da hell's wrong here?
----
you wanna know my name?
why?
are you the police?
-----
a little bit a luck
a little love
yea, sure
tell me
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
A season prim hostler's proper attire
while this bolsome flower is blooming by the savin juniper shade
though a diadem purport the crescent wane anew
in mouthes of horses nights attain
a welding of alliance brilliantly tempered how it has grown afield in agronomics with a tact of finance in speedy recovery again!
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC