"seee" poems
I hope I see the moon in the British Aisles
So I can imagine myself staring from home.
I hope I see the moon from Belgium
as I imagine the old lover I will never forget gazing, exhausted, from Uxbridge.
I hope I seee the moon from Paris
so I can imagine the millenia of poets and I-love-you-till-it-kills-me romancers gazing from French cafes, sipping on their
wine, coffee, tea
and I think of great friends in Victoria, glancing towards it from busses 9 hours later on a commute to Uptown
Downtown
what town?
I hope I see the moon from Vancouver
so I can imagine child-me watching the white of the cheese-like craters wondering nothing
but so, so very curious.
I hope I see the moon from Toronto
past smog and spring-time city shadows
so I can imagine the short-lived friends I made in Ottawa looking to it with awe and smiles
grasping the fingers of a loved one.
Everytime I see that great omnipotent orb I imagine
Marcus Aurelius in the court of Rome
Julius Caesar on the battlefields of Gaul
Charlemagne crossing the Rhine
St. Augustine marching through the desert
Micochondrial Adam tossing a spear into the heart of a boar
Soldiers of the American Revolution
the British war for South Africa
the Prussian Empire
the Third *****
Siddhartha and his son
Li Po hugging his moonlit reflection
Han Shan on cold mountain
Kerouac in San Francisco
Burroughs in Morocco
Snyder in Japan
Thomas walking to work
Brian out on a stroll
My future life lover
future girlfriends
all gazing at that wonderful omnipotent moon
the same moon
that gazes so still
so patient
forever
as far as
I'm concerned.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs,
but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion,
thin, smoky wisps of cloud, like flammable tissue, prismed the stage light ignition.
bee-de-deep my phone chirped. It was Peter (my bf).
“Hey you,” I pronounced, as Lisa took off her left sneaker and shook it, upside-down.
“How’s the harbor?” Peter asked. I glanced at my watch, it was 5:32 am in New Haven.
Peter must be at lunch (in Geneva) and tracking our morning run with the ‘Find My’ app.
“Beautiful,” I pronounced, “they’re really putting on a show.”
Of course, I meant the universe, the sun, the turns who were already at work, and Long Island Sound.
The gulls, perched on whatever, and grousing at each other, obviously haven’t had their coffee.
I read that AI had decoded bird talk and on a wire, they chittered, “Move over, you’re in my space.”
“Just wanted to say good morning,” Peter confessed, “Good Morning.”
“Good morning,” I wished back, “gotta go,” I replied, Lisa had finished de-pebbling her shoe.
“Yep,” Peter agreed, “Seee ya,” he quipped. “See ya,” I chuckled, smiling.
My watch asked, in my Air Podded ears, “Have you finished your workout?” because I was motionless.
I pressed the crown of my watch and slid the phone back in my pocket, our jogg’s only half done.
We began our harbor exodus, by turning our backs to the haven. It was already beginning to busy with boats.
We slipped on our hats and protective, polarized sunglasses as we began to run directly into the blazing sun.
.
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Songs for this:
Sail on Sailor by the Beach Boys
Dancing in the moonlight by Toploader
Cold Heart - PNAU Remix by Elton John, Dua Lipa, PNAU
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
Your right im making excuses
The real reason I cant be with you
is because I'm to scared to
Every person I have ever loved in my life has died
or turned bad
and I cant have your heart of gold turn black because of me
I cant have anymore people cease to survive
so i try
and stay away
its the only way i keep the people i love alive
and its the only reason I feel dead inside
Yeah she hurt me
but thats not why I cry
I cry because I hurt her
she left me
but it was my fault
I am the one who reopened all her scars
and now she cuts every night
more hurt inside
dont you see
people are hurting because of me
and my value is not in pieces
because I am in shards
all i do is hurt people
and i break through it all
I am not strong
I am weak
the only strenght you seee
is the strenght i get from you
you are the one who inspires me
but i cant get to close
I have to stay in my hole
get away from me
I dont want to break anymore souls
I dont wanna hurt you
please just go
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
I'm twenty three and just back from their war
With no idea what I've been fighting for.
I've not been myself since I got back
Trying to live within a panic attack.
I know one thing for sure, that my family
Always have, and always will love me,
And I know that they can see that I
Have become a totally different guy
To the happy young man I used to be
Before I saw the things I came to see,
But no matter what they do or say
I still look with dread on each new day
Since my best mate died in Afghanistan
Blown to bits by the Taliban.
"Bad luck" they said that he had to die.
I've never let anyone seee me cry,
That isn't how a soldier behaves
No matter how many go to early graves.
So now here I stand, mentally torn
Wishing that I had never been born
Into this cruel, unthinking world
Where every time the flags are unfurled,
The politicians spout more lies which we swallow
Then we flock together as we follow
These Judas goats who lead the sheep
To slaughter and everlasting sleep.
Inside I feel I have reached the stage
Where the fires of hurt have begun to rage
Against what is left in me to fight the pain
Do I want to face this all again?
Another day with my best mate gone
Do I really want to linger on
Asking every time I awake
Why was it him not me they had to take?
I just feel I can no longer cope
Does the answer lie in this length of rope?
Tom Higgins 16/08/2013
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
So here we go again. Another chase for you that leads me into the maze that is my mind and the locked door of my heart is what I strive to find. Sand fading from the hour glass and I rush to the sound of your voice that seems to dissipate in growing mist that seems to rise from the ground like roses in spring. Oh, how I wish to find you, oh how I long for you, oh how I have my arms stretched toward you and yet you still turn away. This person you see, is it really me? Or has this demon taken me away to far into the abyss to the point you cant see what is a reality? Droning my pain in the cold of the weather and tears that seem to set a blaze to the lands that we once crossed upon and to leave nothing in his wake this demon seeks for you. How I wish to clash with this forsaken beast, but the beast is I. I am not but a man, but an animals driving by instincts and the will to **** but this man that I am fights for your grace and hold on to this candle in the dead of night. But why cant you seee this flicker in the darkness? Has your own demons blinded you to the point that a vial cast over your eyes and leaves you in a game of who is there? Oh how this game for fear seems to declare us as its host, like a parasite feeds upon the most. This betrayal of our minds can only be stopped by our hearts, yet with pure intentions to warm us we cant feel our selves grow cold. How I wish I could warm my hands upon thee, but you face fades from my mind in the ice winds that seems to cool my soul. Oh how I wish you could hear my cries of your name, oh how I wish you could see the real me that you've always needed me to be. My loneliness is the price I must pay, to get this demon at bay, so now you can stay in a world without harm and pain as my sins wash away I hope you hear me say.... I love you.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
I feel that I am trapped by my dreams
Trapped in my dreams,
These things I need
Well it seems I need,
I need a vision of my future
I see my past in front of me
My brain traps me
This bed traps
This women laying next to me..
But, wait its just a dream
Please don's ask me what this means
Mars meets Jupiter
But only in my dreams
Define for me the definition
Of the things soon to be
It doesn't seem soon to me
What are we to be, is she to me
I do not see the answer
I only see the truth
The truth is coded in my viens
These hearts beats share dialect with my brain
Thinking of her but is she thinking of me
Who can seee the innner me?
Life lays in my bed, but she is mean to me.
She whispers to me my past, my pain
Tickling her tongue with their names
Pounding at my bones hoping they break.
My past, My pain
Why won't it go away?
Visions haunt my pupils
I can still feel the pain.
Reoccuring, memories of suprressed memories
I remember when I compressed those memories
Left them deep within me..Now they lay in my bed
Like an old friend, smirking, "Suprised to see me"
The things I fear, well things I feared
Nothing left to fear, besides those memories
Fate giggles at me
Death Laughs at me
The furneral its in the past so dont ask me
I dream of my future
Please let me catch my future.
Mars meets Jupiter
I see this women but only in my future.
Dreaming of my past
I can't forget the future
Visions burn my pupils
My bed is empty
I'm alone
But not in my future
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
.
dOe
i
seee
U
flicker
'tween roses
bushy frail
tail and bones
sinew nicely
fleet
on
earthen toe
on cloven feet
doE
you are
kind whitely
through trees
a ray downy
unsnow and heat
DOe
haired in comely fragrance by gigantic ruthless SPRING leap
awkwardly from thinning life
a smell that curls in my mouth
tastes as thyme lemon honey
and mingles 'tween roses
(curiously fragile singing)
it rises gleaming
on stem
on boughwet glazed
in LOVE
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
sitting in class, perfectly silent, makes my teacher ask "are you sick, autumn?"
but you see mr. teacher you would not care even if i was. My mind said only deep to the bone, but you thought my normal obnoxiousness was normal for me. Yet this quietness inside me has been wanting to break out for oh so long and now it has. why must you believe i am the wau"i" am?
why couldn't you look deeper to find the real me?
i am not silent, nor am i what you all believe me to be.
so stop assuming i will do what oyu say,
so stop believeing i will say this not that,
so stop insulting me because your insults are so ridiculous you have no idea,
your insults don't even compare to me because you don't know me,
so i beg of you to please just stop.
so i beg of you to please just keep on going as if nothing will make a differnecr when im gone.
i beg of you to stop defending me.
i beg of you to stop saying i impressed you with my being quiet when thats who i aam, i beg of you to stop being so danm ignoraant.
i beg of you to open your eyes.
for thats all i want.
open your eyes, and seee that i am me and you are you,
and that that's
what it simply
is.
so
i
beg
of
you
to
p
l
e
a
s
e
open
your
EYES
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Fasces and olive branch on one side, tails;
wing-ed Phrygian cap on the head
of an image of the spirit of
Liberty, a fem.
Heads.
Dimes in the olden times,
when I was born,
1948,
dimes in America in those days
symbolized a long known
goodness for all men,
included in
we, the people, which includes
me.
Me and thee, we are we, only by virtue of my
words being written and your reading
of the same within our
terms of endearment
cookie.
Each we we are in, let us call a set,
but that confuses us, fuses us
to gether.
So, let's seee
See it like this. I am good. I repel wrong and
act right,
asif I were
polarized live in op
position to evil
evil live, have you seen it? Live,
did it prosper in your presence or was peace the final state?
Just, now. Please plea with your knower, don't lie.
Say never all you wish, however never lie
against the truth.
To thine own self, et al... y'know
in each generation of earth borne,
one hero is reared to play your role, dear reader.
Fret not,
know wisdom has been maligned as
calling us through each position
of the fool... there is a map
of these positions in a statuary garden
behind the temple of the golden buddha
in Bankok, visited with Mr. Boo in 1968.
I remember none of the poses but ai knows they form
a pyramid,
i
imagine it
peaks in some backward
footed kundalini pose,
which is bull **** I imagined. Wisdom is gentle
and easy to be entreated, okeh, heko.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
"Who am i?" I ask myself,
Nobody can tell me,
Nobody can teach me,
Who am i and what i need is
Something i need to figure out myself.
I finally get my answer,
I'm me .
I am what am meant to be,
I am as bad as the worst,
But thankhod as good as the best.
For me what you seee is,
What you get.
Yes you may call me naive,
But i love my life.
I am happy
And for that my freind,
I make no appologies.
I hav had some up's and downs
Super highs and some really low lows
I dont regret what i hav been through,
Cause i know i hav been blessed with my life,
And rewarded with hood freinds,family and good health.
I am not in a competition,
With anyone else,
I am in a race of my own.
I hav no desire to the game of being better,
I just aim to improve.
I am selfish,impateint and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I'm out of controll
And sometimes i am hard to handle,
But if you cannot handle me at my worst,
Then you don't deserve my best.
I would rather be hated for who i am,
Than being loved for whom am not.
I am unique,
I am speacial.
I am who i am meant to be,
I am me :-),
And. thats all
I'll ever be.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
I don't pity poverty.
Low lives disgust me.
Undependable if you can't count on yourself.
Who can you count on?
Sell you're *ss for some quick cash
Dance naked for money
to find yourself a rich honey.
Get a minimum wage job.
So you're not a broke-*ss slob.
Work the night shift and get robbed.
Don't out of fear ever sob.
Bad karma is their flaw.
Their sin is what you saw.
They'all be snatched my Hell's claw.
Your sinning soul peeled raw.
Try to challenge me and I'll sock your jaw.
You broke the law.
Don't even try to deny it by saying "nah".
Your fingerprints are left by your ***** paws.
Guilty as Sin.
The devil wants you in.
He always knew your life was *******
Don't act so surprised to see your demise.
Nobody will hear your cries.
Hell's door is open for souls to be floating.
You ruined your own self.
From the cards you're dealt.
When the Devil seee you sin he smiles for every d*mn child.
Greedy and selfish you're two of a kind.
Soulless without a good friend
You will pay for all your crimes time that never ends.
A will that bends.
A messages that never sends.
Hope & pathetic with no logic.
Out of touch & out of focus.
No Hocus Pocus.
You stand in a line up.
A finger points you out.
Without any doubt.
Go ahead and pout.
No one will care that you're sad.
You're getting so mad.
The system is glad.
No parole.
Thanks to the tax payers bank roll.
Pay karma's toll.
You gargoyle troll.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
So here we go again. Another chase for you that leads me into the maze that is my mind and the locked door of my heart is what I strive to find. Sand fading from the hour glass and I rush to the sound of your voice that seems to dissipate in growing mist that seems to rise from the ground like roses in spring. Oh, how I wish to find you, oh how I long for you, oh how I have my arms stretched toward you and yet you still turn away. This person you see, is it really me? Or has this demon taken me away to far into the abyss to the point you cant see what is a reality? Droning my pain in the cold of the weather and tears that seem to set a blaze to the lands that we once crossed upon and to leave nothing in his wake this demon seeks for you. How I wish to clash with this forsaken beast, but the beast is I. I am not but a man, but an animals driving by instincts and the will to **** but this man that I am fights for your grace and hold on to this candle in the dead of night. But why cant you seee this flicker in the darkness? Has your own demons blinded you to the point that a vial cast over your eyes and leaves you in a game of who is there? Oh how this game for fear seems to declare us as its host, like a parasite feeds upon the most. This betrayal of our minds can only be stopped by our hearts, yet with pure intentions to warm us we cant feel our selves grow cold. How I wish I could warm my hands upon thee, but you face fades from my mind in the ice winds that seems to cool my soul. Oh how I wish you could hear my cries of your name, oh how I wish you could see the real me that you've always needed me to be. My loneliness is the price I must pay, to get this demon at bay, so now you can stay in a world without harm and pain as my sins wash away I hope you hear me say.... I love you.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 11:55 PM UTC
Why is it so hard finding love
People give up at the start
Too lazy get know each other
Put the work in and leave the past in the past
The mistake of others put on you
Here are my flaws
I show you who I am
I bring no faded images
You wanted perfect
but have flaws
here is me
A man who wears his heart for the world to seee
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Life leaps sometimes far from here
into brutazl realitiesx
of resons i dare not seee
desxtinies of ub=nivertses
wshaere shred redalitise are ubdersyood
and kirttebs cute and innocents are brutally tpook
cruelly
mama sits trying to nurse the dead
teh dead cannot be nursed
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
"Beuur ahhh craaa seee"
"Beuur ahhh craaa seee"
I said it over and over
until other words
shared its ambiguity
"Aaam biiih guuu iih tee."
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
hunched, ready
out there in the field
rope, lassou, in the mildew
phrasseers on, I pass a wrench to a fellow comrade
READY
ON WITH IT
loaded and maddened with the birth of a new era
in the magazine moon beams
FINSIHS
FALL INTO THE POOL
THICK
in the underbrush
I’m SO READY
YOU HEAR ME!!?? SPEAK
I WAVE MY GENATALS AND FLY OVER THE CROWD
SCREAMING BORN INTO THIS
I”M THE MIMIC
OUT FOR IT I CRY
SWEEPING OVER YOUR MAJESTIES TOMB
AND OUT FLY THE FIRECRACKERS
its an outrageous scene of people
dressed in everything
taking off their
PRIDE> SKIN
THICK RIMMED GLASSES
UGLY PEOPLE
PREPEARE TO BE
in the EYES
of GAME
THE EARTH, THE BARK
IN THE CLIP
MOONBEAMS
FALL INTO THE POOL
SEE??? SEEE>>??????
SEEE????????
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
CLOWNIN AT MAJESTY
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Death stopped by the local coffee shop the other day
sat down and said to me
"What the **** is wrong with you PEOPLE!?!?
You have me working non-stop
I never get a moments break
The only family I ever see is War and Despair
Dream, Life, and Love won't even talk to me
And ever time I seee War
all we do Is sob uncontrollably
Despair is the only one you've made happy
and she is absolutely miserable about that
SERIOUSLY... what is wrong with all of you?"
She paused, stole my coffee
Got up, flipped me the bird
and as she walked away said
"I'm done... you are all on your own..."
And I wondered what would we all do
with all our hate in a world without Death
In a world where we couldn't run around
senselessly killing each other
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC