"stealer" poems
Photography,
Photo journalistic,
Everyday, realistic.
Commercial, architecture, landscape, artistic,
Industrial, fashion, ethnographic, pornographic.
Big Brother, fallace, stealer of souls, vouyer.
News seller, instant gratifier, man pleaser, woman abuser.
Barthes, Sontag, Cindy Sherman,
Virginia Woolf, Warhol. Weegie, Francesca Woodman,
Leibovitz, Adams, Arbus, Tina Modotti,
Nan, Evans, Hoffer and even the Paparazzi.
Cheap ***** digital manipulator, image poser,
Center fold, coupons, Jackie O and Marilyn Monroe.
Where did they go:
Lifeless paper product, painter's picture mess,
C-type, digital archival,
Sepia, black and white, hard drive retrival.
Image addict,
Image taker,
Image maker,
image seller,
image buyer.
Newspaper, magazine, graphics and ads,
TV, dreams, even the trash.
Billboards, subways, phones and buses:
Utopia:
Surreal, crop, stretched and air brushes.
Modern ideal.
Surface manipulator.
Brain conditioner.
Consent manufacturer.
Oh Photography,
I got you in my eye.
A few thousand dollars,
A BFA, A critical scholar.
Or maybe a nerd,
Just boys with toys.
Telephoto genitals, with motor drive action.
Studio lights, umbrella traction.
Oh Photography,
You proprietor of obscene.
Detailed, de-sensitized.
Court ordered, jury analyzed.
Click, image, copy, edit, paste, print or post.
Myfacespace, twitter, flicker,
An internet media overdose.
Pry, spy, your friend's friend's acquaintances.
Parties, picnics, reunions and shows.
Visits, vacation, style, shoes and clothes.
Pics, photos, images, jpegs and giffs.
Snap shot, portrait, panoramic, Kodak kiss.
Exacerbate:
Divorce, break-ups, jealousy, envy, love and fears.
Devour and captivate society for years.
Slaves to Western and Capitalist desires,
Destruction of Earth with psychological, monetary empires.
Jan 11, 2010
Jan 11, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
For half a revolution she spends her days
in caliginous caverns
where worms like silver thread
weave through moistened walls.
Water, endless dripping,
howling, whining, stalagmite fangs.
It began with a stranger,
shrouded with shadows.
Petrichor breath,
and beetle black eyes,
twisted root fingers,
and scattered seeds.
It was lonely at first,
death and loss and
weary wayfarers with tired souls.
An estranged husband,
a trio of rumbling growls,
and the lonesome echo of her own footsteps.
Waiting for a someday,
that will never come,
her titles, a mantra,
repeat in her head;
daughter, lover, mother and wife,
stealer of souls and giver of life.
So when the daffodils bud,
and the world awakens,
when she blinks through sunshine
and steps into the light,
she holds her head high.
She is Queen of the Underworld,
bolder than before,
she will evade their pity,
and transcend them all.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
I walked to meet up with the dope dealer
To get some more of the soul stealer.
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
consequence has no face
but he has a voice
speaks so loudly in the lives of the unwary
i can hear him now talking like misery in the
background of her eyes
her loves are empty
her love will only last till the sun has ground down
the lion of your beautiful moments
look at his once proud mane matted with
the dusts of your life of compromise
its consequences handiwork illustrated in sorrowful colors
a lover of the feelin fleeting and vain
a stealer of the better things
a child of her consequences
bitter is her joys
in her sour smiles
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
it's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse
a woman, a
tire that's flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard...
it's not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he's ready for, or
****** ****** robbery, fire, flood...
no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse...
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left ...
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can **** quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver's license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink's stopped-up, the landlord's drunk,
the president doesn't care and the governor's
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill's up and the, market's
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it's
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there's always ***** and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they're
your friends;
there's always that and worse;
leaky faucet, Christ and Christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.
or making it
as a waitress at norm's on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a car wash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady's purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.
suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and China and Russia and America, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
*** except maybe one to **** in
and the other one around your
gut.
with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.
so be careful
when you
bend over.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
~~~
for Matt
~~~
*"My suspect credibility upon the rockets of birds,
the soft parts of people,
the oceans’ inevitable, cyclical weeping,*
Who has time for poetry has more time than they deserve"
Breaking Spring by Matt Hart
~~~
your words warp me,
the woven texture of your composition,
Matt,
dumbfounding the sweeping, weeping, instant recognition in
the soft parts' of
Nat,
where credibility
long past being suspected,
simply arrested for statutory dark room
torrented questioning
deserve poetry deserve blessing deserve curse
You Jacob, wrestle with this angel witch curveball!
'tis better to give or receive
this poetry admonishment?
for who knows where the time goes,
when the fix is in,
the addiction itch,
commands and commends,
*feed the poetry *****
write or die*
one fix, one poem,
carousel leads to another,
yet,
with only time to live,
pay the bills
for renting the space you Earth occupy,
no time for illegal
compulsive word blending
the interrogator demands
deserve poetry deserve blessing deserve curse?
*who is your supplier?
who is your time stealer?*
by the ocean, weeping,
you plead innocence,
just ill drivel, needy for expulsion,
deserving of repulsion,
swear repeatedly,
never again, imbibe, scribe
*but the ***** coos in my ear,
reaching beneath
the vulnerable soft tissued skin and cells:
write or die
I thieve your time,
'tis nothing you deserve,
I am Poetry,
just your mistress,
better served*
deserve poetry
deserve blessing
deserve curse
~~~
June 25, 2016
written by the ocean, weeping
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
It consists of this,
all of it and none
I found solace in that
which I could not hold
but only cherish as fond memoirs
of a terrible moment in time
Never full, never empty
it turned into an addiction
derogation of the unwise, with no premise
bawls and shrieks have no place here
this is silent lucidity capsized
hundreds of expressions explaining one thing
one thing that explains it all
Destination: lost
with no means to propel the self
into a promising new day,
pray tell, what will break down the wall
self loathing and misanthropy creates
alone in a crowd, here, but far away
none of it is that important anyway
The smile stealer, grin eater
mood killer, running short of edification
It's never alone; in bed with misery
the smallest things distress
the grandest of thoughts
wanting reprieve, searching escape
as if you could
die and stain pride?
No
Cowardice is lower than this
not worse, just pathetic
but please, ignore my terrible advocacy,
everything is half off today
I'm feeling generous.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
*We never hang out anymore
your allways with her
has she replaced me
as your true bestie
apparantly because when
she calls you run*
**We never talk anymore
We used to share everything
we used to share secrets
we used to share jokes
but when she's here you go**
*We used to be like sisters
We used to stay up all night
We knew each other so well
we started off so beutiful
but when she says sister your gone with no words*
**we arnt best friends anymore
like the wind she swept you away
that best friend stealer she made you go away
like a river she drowned you in lies
like the flu she spread rumors of me
and you listend**
I miss MY EX-BEST FRIEND**
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
*A lover feels,
what a lover sees,
a stealer feels,
what a lover thrills,
the heart wants,
what it wants,
who really knows,
what is real,
the heart aches,
if it wasn't real,
true love,
not denied,
in a box,
to the side,
a lover feels,
what a lover sees,
a stealer feels,
what a lover thrills,
to share a love which is Blind.*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
I try to tell my self i'm better off without you
you're no good
you're a horrible human
you've open my wounds
and killed my soul.
But the truth is; I was my happiest with you
and as every peice of you left
you're brain, heart, then body
you took my happeniss with you.
.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Mr Peeler, Mr Peeler, why do you creep into my room at night,
and feed nightmares into my brain to give me such a fright?
Didnt your mommy ever tell you its naughty
to scare a little girl like me?
Mr Peeler, Mr Peeler, why do you hide in the shadows of my room
and why is there a stench of doom?
Why, once you've pulled my eyelids from my face,
do you run away as if you are in disgrace?
Mr Peeler why, with my eyelids did you make pretty butterflies
once you had ripped them from my eyes?
Why mr peeler did you have to be so cruel
and never let me sleep at all?
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Heart Stealer:
I sit there
Watching...
Looking....
Observing....
I feel this emptiness
This emptiness in my chest
Right where my heart should be
Right where I should feel a thump
But its not there
It's not there because you have stolen it
You have ripped it out of my chest
Out of the spot where it should be beating
The moment I saw you I knew
I knew you were mine
I could feel it in my core
My heart told me 'he's the one'
But my heart was wrong
You were not the one for me
You took my love and spat it in my face
I gave you my love and you gave me nothing but false hope
Now I am an empty shell
Never will I be able to love again
Never will I look at a boy the same way
You stole my heart and kept it for yourself never bothering to give it back
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust; their lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.
Soul reaper, heart stealer, evil doers and demon pleasers.
Who stay up late, with no hope but faith, that lurking out your gate.
To come in at night and take a life, leaving a family in fright with hate.
Soul reaper, evil redeemer, satan the saviour of all broken dreamers.
Why now, why here, why them at this time and hour.
Yes, death is assured to every being, but why other's are earlier.
Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust of lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
Heart Stealer:
My deep soul
Beats to yours
When I see you
It stops
The silence
You surround it
The love breaks
I am breathless
As your demons take over
You're a liar
Stood cold
Water falls from the stars
Covering my tears
Written by a friend
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
bone traitor.
Skin viper
Edge Stealer
Ridge maker
Health reflector.
Mirror- you liar!
Rogue on the scale...
Signs that my brain has duped me;
Floating oily in the
Basin
Phantom aches
Blood test lies
Powdery remedies pressed almond abandon all cows
Bean curd body snatching
**** the doctor to get a clue
Girl in pain this isn't me so-
Who the hell are you?
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
babbling bard's borrowed blabberpolished performers jibber jabberpinching published stolen cultureverse of a cuckoo, parrot, or vulture thespian thrush corally crowspilfered produce of past masters proseperfect posture, prancing croondotty damsels sigh and swoon shakespearian showman strutting stagesobtaining material from dead poets pagesstudious stealer's theatrical thirstrapturous robber, magpie of verse wisely walter mundane mittypoetical poacher prancing prettyempty shallow pretentious crookcrafty criminal compiling book robber of rhyme from archival shelfcopy-cat crooner can't do it himselfrouted teeth spout from mouth like a troutaudience wonder, what is he on about any question's? the laurete quizzedyes said one,...do you know where the bog is? this is a true story, i was there. and the **** concerned is the editor of poetry wales magazine. who told me that i should study other peoples work for at least five years before i put pen to paper. i promptly answered, .... too late butty, i've already published 3 books, and sold the lot (only locally mind, but did'nt tell him that). he read other peoples poems that night, that were converted from english to welsh, and no one round here speaks or understands welsh.
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
i'm not a liar
i'm not a stealer
i'm not a thief
i'm not anything that
you want me to be
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
She isn't here but I can hear her
Laughing as I tell her "you have big teefies"
Playfully she leans in and gives me a toothy kiss
I fight to not remember
Trying to hold back the memories like a broken dam
Inundated day by day
How could I ever forget
My future wife
Time is a thief
A stealer of many things
But it can never steal my love for you
Or make me forget
...Like water through a broken dam
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Wizard - Caster
Forest - Dweller
Mountain - Trekker
Dragon - Slayer
Priestess - Curer
Damsel - Dreamer
Hostage - Tracker
Pendant - Stealer
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
Isaac lunged for the scissors.
He was a horrible person,
And he could never win.
At life.
Because he plays all day on his calculator,
Never leaving until later.
Oh, Isaac the scissor stealer,
He is probably a drug dealer.
You should probably avoid him,
because he is dumb.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Sleeping in the red, there she lays.
With her arms crossed across her chest,
The ivory flesh stands out against the guest
Of The robins egg blue that is her dress.
.. ..
No one saw the red line form
Across the delicate neck.
The spill of sensation was warm,
The red life flowed like tree sap,
Down the ridges of a hikers cap.
.. ..
As the sleeping maiden lied
No one was there to warn the sleeping bride.
No one heard her mournful cry, as she died.
No one to defend her from the rising black tide.
.. ..
As the last of her mortal breath slipped,
The stealer of life watched, as the ****** dagger dripped.
It dripped the ****** blood of untainted youth.
From which came a fountain of innocence and truth.
.. ..
Before her essence left her eyes,
She met the gaze of a thousand lies.
“I loved you,” he said as he watched his prize.
“And because of that we say our goodbyes.”
.. ..
You see the young maiden,
Whose heart had been laden,
With the comforts of love
By the gray male dove,
That was her dear sweet Romeo.
.. ..
This dove stole her passions away,
From a green-eyed, former lover,
Whose jealousy would never decay.
for a long time the jealous man would hover,
While watching his coveted love and the gray dove play.
.. ..
The dove and maiden’s many nights of walks and of laughters,
Shortly turned to passionate nights there after,
Of talks of marriage and happily ever-afters.
.. ..
As the romance of two youths blossomed with radiance,
A poisonous thorn began to take offense.
The green-eyed man got down on his knees.
He offered treasures and health for his pleas.
But the maiden would have none,
As she conceded that she couldn’t be won.
.. ..
The green-eyed man bellowed and vowed.
“If I cannot claim you as my treasure,
Then none shall have the pleasure.”
He stormed away and left her behind,
As he cackled and plotted within his mind.
.. ..
As he birthed the night he would steal away
The maiden’s romance in a vivid display.
.. ..
So as her life essence dwindles away,
The jealous man kissed her forehead and prayed.
“Safety for you because in my heart you will stay,
As I dream of this night for the rest of my days.”
.. ..
For in his heart the jealous man knows,
No princes’ kiss will wake her,
No wedding day awaits her.
Forever trapped in time,
As my lover’s crime.
We shall relive each day in my mind,
As if you had chosen to be mine.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 9:24 PM UTC
She moves like she's one of the amorphous personalities painted somewhere
Along the angled framework of her body pattern:
Handcrafted with the vivacious energy inherent
In my far-seeing dreams the vision of a long-ago queen of the holiest swamps
Traversing them coldly, shining her starlight to dispel all my awful ugly nightmares.
Riding sidesaddle with the billows of morning
Hair wisped about by the wind and blowing watercolor across
The beautiful blooming valleys of her crescent-shaded eye frame.
And weaving out from the delicate anthers of slyly tangled lashes
Comes the glittering deep ribbons loosely noosed about me with suction,
And it turns out that I can survive for ever without food or water
From only one such glance.
Lost in that glassy prism container like an obedient insect, forced
To love himself because all his misfortunes are waved away and explained
By the invisible guiding lines raised in joy at each corner of her faintly blushing lip-land.
Well, Breath-Stealer, even if we can only meet softly now -
A vanishing semblance caught by cold air on our exhales perhaps - soon,
Our individual apparitions will flesh themselves out of the nowhere of time coincidences
And out thankful togetherness can coagulate like feather cracks in crystal:
Two human forms finally able to ignore the vase between them
Sooner than the closest oceans that wave to us,
And surer than sunrise.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 2:25 PM UTC
My healer,
the one who rubbed
ointment on my wounds,
calming and relieving the pain.
Who's presence was the epitome
of comfort and love.
Has now become the stealer,
of my happiness
and the exploiter,
of my kindness.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC