"skyhigh" poems
i'm living on a solitary prayer
vandalized my ego to make it rare
with teeth stained with lies i've told
and promises lost in the cold
i tussle and taser to hide my lovers
and all that i am - a mess or tastemaker
sprinkling tersely on my mercy seat
will make my season go complete?
i pull the labrys & the throttle
artefact-sprites in uranium soil
declaring my truth atop of the flagpole
i'm the custodian of haute culture
a flotilla of judgment riding skyhigh
like dido's love-lachrymose down demise
they say "better rethink your useless vendetta"
but first we'd better get out of their siberia
where the masses doubt the angry fix
"ignore the (g/h)aze above the pyramid
if we only couldn't have any more
locked in dominican ****** wards
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
7/11/13
All my numbers are aligned.
We make taco runs in the ghetto by that Elmood sign.
Silly.
Drive an hour, love for three
You wouldn't believe it
if you where there with me.
Jealousy comes in like an X on an 18.
Waste of time, energy and emotional fiend.
He never stays this way long.
11 minuites at best.
Can't wait to be somewhere.
Get some ******* rest.
New day. Woken by the happy kisses of a giant rotwieller.
Something sad in me made the love pour outta her.
She wants me here.
They both do.
I want them too.
I want something new.
Saw u today.
U told me u hated me.
Told me u all do.
What do u want me to say to you?
Blame me. Didn't even say hey to me.
Someone should blame me
since I know better than to now.
Its not about me.
I just want you to HEAR me.
But how?
I'm better off how I am now
you'll see
I wish I could tell you I love you, dad
don't yell at me, dad
I've never done anything to you, dad
Stop screaming. Don't push me.
I won't push back.
Theres That struggle again.
Somewhere between agape and justice.
Neon Cathedrials guide my way from city to street.
The home is real. Find it for me.
Create it if need be.
Macklemore says the licqor store stays open later than the churches and ****
Ain't that the truth.
Someone save me, help me, anymore I've got nothing to lose.
Staying with old friends,
Some good
Some bad
All stuggling.
Man.
That struggle is sad.
All around us.
You and I.
You find that beauty. You stay #skyhigh.
And as I sit here. Tear stained, hungry and bruised...
I feel hopeful
Not used.
I can be better.
Came out of your shadow brighter.
How much more will love endure?
It was always too dark through childhood to see too clear.
Maybe
Just maybe
We are all to blame.
Save me.
You know what else
Someone once said.
"Fathers be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do"
You remember that guy?
Yeah, me too.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
I don’t remember what I was going to write
If it was a clever metaphor for love
Or a bitter commentary on life’s tragedies
Or a tale of sadness marred by teardrops on the page
My mind gets like this sometimes
A lot, in fact
It is a worn out engine:
There are still moments when the gasoline sparks into ignition
And the explosion rockets the world skyhigh
But more often
The pressure builds and builds…
To nothing.
Just like it did with this poem .
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
No need to flick the **** out of this monster
standing on a podium above our heads
looking down in distaste at what we, the poor, can do
or not do! Fodder, we are, trampled into stacks, rolled
into wretched bales and stacked skyhigh
on machines that run through precision.
Once done, they stand above and lord
over their handiwork as we
the minions, muscled in on our lives
struggle to keep the factories going
feeding the fat bellies and guns
that will silence others across the thin divide
of territorial useless wars
Once in a while the fucktories will open
and spew many newborn into the guts
and glory for the motherland where birth
and bread are numbered and named with
berets and bonhomie, pretend play
at camaraderie. We perish unwept
at the crack of dawn and gunfire in long lines
on a battlefield where ideals are shouted
and gas chambers await dissent.
Driven like oxen to the national abbatoir
hair, teeth and nails collected, bones crushed
for gelatine soup and flesh shredded
for fertilisers to grow more cattle
to be fed more hay
to man the factories and fucktories
to make more children
to polish the forces
to line up and lament our lot
Switch off the power.
Switch off the power
Switch off the power
Switch off the power..........
Author Notes
The revolution takes a step back to WW11.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Freedom is power
Born in wealth, the sins
of my fingertips
silent tongue did cast me aside
your kingdom diamond crown.
Chronological genius you
for chrono disaster me Ram.
O feedom who runs free!
Mostly winds fly blowing yelling
hissing out so loud
winds destroying Mansions
strong towers and never get charged
with deadly blowing crimes.
No human has such freedom.
Wind is free to give life or death.
We all pop out giving joy and pain.
We begin in the same womb, yet live estranged from each other on this planet lucky to even share a song
or a poem, slaves to buck
that must be earned to pay for
bare necessities.
Lucky we pay not for oxigen
to breathe as of yet.
Oh that I was wind to fly and
Swirl my lover up and down the whole night through cosmophile
and blow all enemies skyhigh
and back down eighty mile an hour.
If only your freedom winds
joined mine E.T. divine for
my hurracane dancing twisters
Tycoons or soft breeze
to sway the willows of our sins
Oh wind Tandabam tam-tam
Come be not gone tantric
with passer by greener
grassy winds.
~~~
Karijinbba
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
im not skyhigh with this feeling of feeling
i don't like it when my heart floats in my chest
or when he watches the stars and holds my hand like im some type of catch
i can tell you right here and right now kid, that i might as well be the rusty metal handlebars on your first bike.
i may look strong
but i can promise you that i am not.
you can pedal me long and far
but eventually
i'm gonna
give out.
give up.
and
give your heart away.
so what's the use in loving someone (something) so temporary?
i hardly know you
but i know that
you make me fly
and
i'm afraid of heights.
(you)
.
as much as i wish you were
we're just not on the same plane of understanding, darling
i fly so high that i get lost in the clouds
and you're hanging onto my toes
digging your claws into my legs
can't you see that
I just want to be free..?
sooner or later
things are going to fall apart.
we are going to fall.
and
this love boat is bound to go up in flames.
nothing lasts long with me
the sharks in my head will chew you up and spit you out
and
ill eat away at your heart until nothing is left.
and yes
i know
that you can see the guilt in my ocean eyes
i admit that
i'm the sea monster who comes up and steals all your love, dear sailor.
i only take it from you
so you don't give it to her
i want your love
as much as a scubadiver
wants a ships anchor on their chest.
but the suffocating is kind of lovely, in its own way.
ive grown attached to you like the barnacles on my brain..
you're a pain
but i think i want you around
at the same time
you make me want to inhale all the ocean into my lungs
And sink to the bottom.
become like i once was
lost.
nothing.
and our plane has crashed
and i've broken my fragile wings like glass
on the fall into
this ocean
and this story i cried for you
be careful, tread some water
and
dont cut yourself on the glass I leave behind.
your the wreckage
and im the girl in shambles on the beach.
my heart didn't survive,
my emotions died
but you saved a little sliver of your love to feed the beast inside me.
i think i like you
but i thought i liked him
and he forced me
to bed
and tied me down with ropes
that felt like lies
and tasted like salt
and now i am
nothing,
but a hermit crab
trying to find a new shell.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
clouds covering steeps
drowning skyhigh mountain tops
these veils are risky
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC