"spiro" poems
i know,
that you'll never love me.
but,
dum spiro spero.
-YYC
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
Let me know If I make too much noise
Trying to appeal like the modern Noyes
I can be Batman, he can be my Alfred
Washing out all the dread
One by one
My work is never done
Heaven knows why I measure my toise
Thinking I landed a Croise
But instead it looks like a kindergarten project
These lines I reflect
Are meant to create a sect
That disannuls the usual meaning of the word
I'm not dishing out a gird
I'm splitting the morally absurd
Into all the fragments I want
Labeling none
I can relate to revolving doors
Because they never stop
They never drop
The momentum
World filled with white
Commonly labeling knight
Spent so many nights trying to get it right
So many Nebulas saw me as a light
Made me think a little more open
Ready to bring the heat like Copan
Commonly called Peter Pan
Just got used to it all
I come back when I fall
The lone exception
Their biggest pushed deception
Is that the tale never happened
Till I was given the time slot
Ninety ninety seven
Praying that I'be been blessed by the Tree Of Heaven
Would be endorsed by Seventh Heaven
Can't be affiliated with the fake father
I know this is quite a fother
But I got to bring this to a poise
Blue, teal, turquoise
I feel my own noise
I chose to be the Spiro Disco Ball
A constituted mystery
I'm my own consistory
Flashy, want to be loved by all
I might not make that goal at all
But I'll continue to turn
The life of the party
I hope this delivery is never tardy
Give up, I hardly
I'll turn until there's no meaning and purpose left.
When will that be?
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
Never give in to the pain
Because when life gets to steep keep your mind even and steady
No matter what keep pushing on
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
There are so many people
And they’re all so different
So I can’t treat them equal
Which makes me distant
I try to be aerial
But all the variables
Create a scary hole
Of impairing cold
So I simplify the equation
To just understanding you
But you find your elation
With the rest of the zoo
The parabola in my pants
When we prance
Is not up to chance
It’s like a leaf on its branch
I’m the DuBois that’s Blanche
Left in a trance
Through interrogation
I find variation
That spares relation
Causing alienation
Changes in your mood
Range from rude to lewd
Which isn’t something new
Just something I outgrew
Like America and Spiro Agnew
Or Fox News and what’s true
I no longer want to be with you
But I don’t want to be part of society
They’re always judging my propriety
By saying my kind acts sloppily
So by transitive property
They’re actually mocking me
Hauntingly
They’re all angels and demons
They all have different reasons
Depending on the seasons
Determining their legion
Or excuse for treason
They say variety is the spice of life
But to me it’s more like lice at night
Making me itch from light little bites
Until I’ve lost my sight
And can’t fight this fight
On varying heights
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC