"steets" poems
Foraging
Through the atmospheric
Forest green
I found the fruit and vegetable
Of nourishment
On a cloud shaped tree
There it was dangling
In the star lit morning
Under my conscious dream
While I floated outside of my being
Answers for the cancers
That mauled and screamed
Cures for the homosaphien
Strength for the weak
I filled my basket
And both my cheeks
I saw the future standing
On the passing steets
Directing the traffic
That ran over me
I began to wake up
And lose what I'd seen
So I grabbed my pen
And recollected
This memory
#9
Number nine
Down the spine
Of sublime algorithms
And unconscious mimes
Picking at the brain
With a vultures dine
Dinner for nines
Times nine
81 times
I eight one
It tasted like knives
Where was my dream
Of honey bee hives
Replaced by a scheme of numbers
Beelined
Foraging
Through the atmospheric
Forest darkening
Searching for a light
That could shed some sight for me
I found some fireflies
Floating in the iris eyes
Thankfully hoping
They could lead me to Jesus Christ
#9
Number nine
I woke up to the scene of crime
I saw me in the mirror
Gulity of living life
Forgive me for sinning
Of everyday and time
I was just out foraging
For something encouraging
And found many things
Multiplied
#9
Number nine
Oh! How I'm
A victim
Of my own demise
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
While standing just outside tonight,
beneath the star lit sky;
I looked up just in time to see
my angel soaring by!
I saw a flash of purest white,
just east of planet mars;
Then watched you as you danced around,
and jumped from star to star!
You sang me such a precious tune,
while soaring wild and free;
Then showed me just how high you fly,
so high I couldn't see!
You swooped right down to hug my neck,
I held you oh so tight;
Then told you what this meant to me,
if only for tonight!
You told me not to grieve no more,
you'll always be my girl;
But now your walking steets of gold,
no longer this 'ole world!
We talked some more, spent precious time,
just walking hand in hand;
When time was up, you blew a kiss,
then soared to Beaulah Land!
I never will forget just when;
to short as though it seems;
I held you tight but one more time,
if only in my dreams!
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
That day
people from windows fell,
others say, that morning
victims from windows jumped .
On that black day,
just before
all the flags down their polls they fell
towers,
cracking ablaze like matches,
pointing at the sky,
came down
raining back onto the city
hot ashes, steel, mixed
all that was left was a mound
of the best of the west's freshest flesh
left to cool down from their heat,
one limb at à time
none could say this was neat
but I was happy to still have mine.
I also remember the other poor
people, the ones that suffered the most .
On the screen you could only see more
of them leaning outside in the cold
their feet dangling in the tempest of flames and smoke,
so high they couldnt even hope
for their bones to survive the journey,
and for their body to hit a post.
After five minutes,
the first one jumped.
(or fell)
His fingers probably burnt
by all of the firery hell .
I gasped as my eyes followed the falling feather,
hoping it was only just
floating and would land
on a strong sheet of leather
Instead they all smashed into the
steets, one after another.
I was young, maybe just five..
To me world was a sandbox
a place to run and to thrive .
Too see people die,
like the ants I sqwashed under
my feet,
made me close my eyes and wonder
what the hell was out to meet
me when I would grow up and
encounter such things,
I couldn't think farther than my block
and didn't want to.
I was happy to breathe and play,
eat, run and cry and hear about
who was Honest Abe, Franklin,
and Edison
to be free to kick and shout
and to lie down and to rest in
the sun
in the grass next to our lake
and the swing under our tree
all that mattered was I was
there and all that cared was
I was free
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
The air is cold today,
but i'm safe in this jacket.
The steets are empty,
But I can still hear the racket.
The cars and the life,
The things I cant see.
I can hear the commuters,
but they can't hear me.
Like a ghost in public,
almost invisible.
The feeling it gives me
is so inexplicable.
I'm almost happy,
That I'm left in peace.
But it starts to become eerie,
these empty streets.
I begin to wonder,
'Is anyone there?'.
I'm starting to feel,
that I'm in someones glare.
Should I look back?
or is it just me?
If anyone's there,
do I really want to see?
I hear the footsteps,
The feeling of fear.
Someone's really there
and there getting near.
Is it all in my mind?
Surely they're just walking.
Are the following me?
Or is it my brain talking?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
Get away from it all and step into the wild
Feel fresh rain against you skin
Linger here awhile
Find a cool and shady place where you can lay your head
Beneath a canopy of stars
Gleaming like diamonds overhead
Forget the stress of daily life, let nature have her way
Wake, refreshed, renewed to greet the brand new day
Forget the unforgiving city steets,
Leave your mobile phone behind
Forget the stress of daily life
For a short while, leave it all behind
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
While standing just outside tonight,
beneath the star lit sky;
I looked up just in time to see
an angel soaring by.
I saw a flash of purest white,
just east of planet mars;
Then watched her as she danced around,
and jumped from star to star.
She sang me such a precious tune,
while soaring wild and free;
Then showed me just how high she'd fly,
so high I couldn't see!
She swooped right down to hug my neck,
I held her oh so tight;
Then told her what this meant to me,
if only for tonight!
She told me not to grieve no more,
she'll always be my girl;
But now she's walking steets of gold,
no longer this 'ole world!
We talked some more, spent precious time,
just walking hand in hand;
When time was up, she blew a kiss,
then soared to Beaulah Land!
I never will forget just when;
to short as though it seems;
I held my daughter one more time,
if only in my dreams!
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
When I was young
I loved when my friends told me
well these are the days
this is what you fined
these days are the best of your life
you listen
are English skys
the best you will ever fined
summer times, melting steets
football all the time
no traffic
well maybe one
but he knew
to watch out for you
Some of the things
I have lost in my brain
while remembering all that was.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC