"stonewall" poems
Snapshot memories of are past
having so much fun with the hope that it would last
To my best friend Nan,
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
To the truest friend I ever had
those memories by the stonewall
Started playing together as friends
She had blue eyes & long blonde hair
I had brown eyes and brown hair
roller skating on the sidewalk with the attached rollers with a key
Went down by the brook to catch poly wags
we both went to the same school
Having sleep overs was a blast
a secret passage to get to her father's soda shop
Taking ice cream and delicious candy
everything nice and dandy with Nancy
Yours was are youth to be captured with a precious smile
Cape cod trips when Nan would drive
going to a trip to Provincetown
watching the folks dive for money
Big ships coming to dock
the men would get the money in their mouths
The island we used to go
in a row boat along the beach
Looking for young boys and we found them
went to dances at the Bristol Boys Club
Doing the latest dance craze the Huck Buck
Boys wearing pegged pants and girls wore skirts
To cherish those lasting memories of a time ago
getting married
Nan had three children
Ann had six
To raise and cherish the family united in love
Today we are in are eighties
both with medical issues
Yet remained best friend's after all these years
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
I'm standing at a crossroad
I've stood somewhere similar before
But never one of this magnitude
Like staring death in the eye.
I've always been the kind of man to die alone
I love them but they'd leave me
So I'm touched by nothing anymore
A stonewall of a man.
I'm broken and tired
It's hard to have faith in someone
When you've been loyal to no one but yourself
A rogue knight in a chess game.
I'm standing again in a meeting of choices
Option like poison that all take me a different way
But inevitably to the same place
Or close enough.
I'm taking my time this time
Time that I don't have to think
Love one way
Happiness another
And finally Freedom
Each as caustic as the last
Love.
A poison but a **** good
The ******* of my options
Happiness.
Butterflies and rainbows
or really violence and ***** for me
a lovely ******
Freedom.
My own life of my choices
No tether or chain
A free floating **** in the air.
They all sound as good as the last.
But I'm stuck here.
I
Am
Lost
And
I
Will
Have
To
Lose
Myself
More
I'm standing at a crossroad
I'm lost and broken
I'm standing at a crossroad
a man with nothing to lose
I'm standing at a crossroad.
I pick that one.
I'm leaving a crossroad
alone and broken
I'm lost but hopeful
To the future I walk
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
I am a humming bird with a broken wing forming a geometric fall.
I am a conjoined twin with a foot in heaven and one in hell.
I am a geyser spewing out echoes from a stonewall well.
I am an open road stretched for miles paved with a murderous smile.
I am a man with a firm handshake who stands still on top of an earthquake.
I am a visionary man who slipped on fate and fell in love.
I am a preliminary hearing fallen on deaf ears.
I am the contribution to your retribution.
I am a person of depersonalization.
I am a one man army minus one man.
I am the desired taste of orange juice and toothpaste.
I am concentrated concentration.
I am the formation of your imagination.
I am the comma for your introductory clause.
I am the cause for your sudden pause.
I am the spatula that stirs up your anxiety.
I am the reaper who never leaves a clue.
I am the lace that always chokes the shoe.
I am the light that finds its way thru helping the little shrew.
I am the suburban white boy who sings the blues.
I am consistent inconsistency.
I am your assigned tour guide for your expiration exploration.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Make my life a hollow reed
That will bend now in stormy breeze
For in numbers I find my strength
Beneath the willow tree
Make my life like the rock
Piled high upon , top to top
A stonewall that runs for miles
Around my lands it stands
Make my life short and sweet
Give me peace not dire defeat
Give me love and woman's sigh
Amidst the clovered fields
Make my life a Godly song
One that knows right from wrong
With wisdon as old as stars
I'll dance inside the fire
Make my life to unfold
I am tired , my shoes have holes
My dreams are seeds cast to the wind
And just the husk remains
Make my life now come to end
It's my time to propend
I'll walk among the ghost's remains
And willingly I quote
Hollow reeds will bend not break
Holow reeds will not forsake
Of hollow reeds my death bed make
And lie amongst the stars
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
They'll use Martin Luther King day to sell anything from mattresses to cars.
Even he has been ripped up and replanted,
capitalized, like Christmas or Easter,
by the people who give us images of a white Jesus,
but you bet they don't pay everyone equal.
We have boulevards, schools, and libraries named after King,
but streets over, we have Confederate soldiers carved into a mountain,
we call 'em heroes, that's what I was taught,
the ones who fought, the ones who ate lead,
But, they aren't talking about who really put a bullet in Dr. King's head.
What the **** is wrong with us?
America will go see Selma in millions,
this weekend, go back home to their all white neighborhoods,
thinking about how it was bad then, but now, it's all good.
Who are we really trying to fool?
Stand up for the pledge in school
Put your hand over your heart and forget
all this country denies you
telling you that there isn't a heart of a human beating inside you
because you're gay, you're black, you're not like that,
She was a flirt, she wore a short skirt,
Every day you try to heal the hurt
Justice for all? Like are you kidding me?
There ain't such a thing here as liberty
Do you know where you stand
was Native American land?
Ripped from their bleeding hands
And don't even get me started on Iraq and Iran.
You know that mountaintop?
The one I was talking about,
Did they tell you it was a KKK meeting spot?
Bet not.
I wonder, is the clay here red from all the blood?
We hide our history,
sing promises of liberty,
say that racism ended with slavery,
and it's Stonewall Jackson, he's a hero, they say
but never speak of Stonewall Riots any day
and I'm afraid for our children and what they will learn,
in classrooms, will they be silenced?
Come here kids, let me tell you a story,
of Ferguson, New York, Hong Kong,
about how people will look back and see they were wrong,
But some never did, some died with hatred,
some died because of it,
Let me tell you about homeless LGBT youth
Let me tell you about all these issues
Let me tell you the truth
And there are different ways of seeing it,
but only one way to say it,
you and I both know,
You just have to listen for it.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Postpartum epiphanies
I'm shuddering against a stonewall
taking into myself the smoke,
snowy hills and the quiet of the
pine trees
I feel awake as the noise in my
head starts to dissipate
I go under water between thoughts
and comeback up for air once a
conscious realization dawns as
sentences
blooming in my third eye
The solitude in these mountains is
medicine for me like lighting sage
it mends the holes I possess in
my aorta
This large Earth is turning soft
I can't trace it in the swift grey clouds
or the suns hide and seek game
I'm tongue-tied on the ecliptic orbits
I trip over the luminaries movement
The trees whisper faint
stories but i am
ear-less to their memories
I wish I could close my eyes and
fall asleep to their song-tales
like a child at bedtime
I'm faceless to this circumstance
I feel like shattered glass
The future seems at once
both short-sighted and vast
I'm getting through on faith
believing my time is precious
and too rare to spend it in a cage
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55a.m. I made it within five minutes."
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell Williams. I would like to open a checking and savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Williams please follow me to my office."
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level. After a days work Kenya got behind the wheel of her red BMW and started her drive home. On her way home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel Stonewall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?"
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?"
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday."
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon."
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya."
"Ok by Jewel."
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
I'm going AWOL at first light
Sherman threatens my hometown
I hate to leave Robert E. Lee
But my heart's not backing down
There's a railroad to Atlanta
I'll fight side by side with Paw
General Johnson's too outnumbered
But we'll stand at Kennesaw
I don't like to leave Virginia
But Atlanta needs me there
With my family in danger
It's a duty I must bear
I'll meet Mayde at Big Shanty
We can have some time at last
I'll get up at the crack of dawn
And kick old Sherman's ***
Now I know we're way outnumbered
They have more than two to one
And Sherman hates all rebels
He's Abe Lincoln's favorite skunk
If we could get old Stonewall
To come down for just a spell
We could kick old Abe's invaders
From Kennessaw to hell
Mayde, I'm real scared of dying
If our rebel line should fall
But I'll stand to fight **** yankees
Make 'em think they hit a wall
We own no slaves but Sherman thinks
It's rebel killin' time
So I'll shoot holes in Yankee coats
Before there's one in mine
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC
Olive Spectrum - An employee at the BNB Bank. Olive Spectrum is best friends with Jewel StoneWall. She is the love interest for Akurra Wings.
Akurra Wings - The leader of the Black Crime Syndicate. Akurra owns a scrap yard. Akurra is thd love interest for Olive Spectrum.
Jewel StoneWall - The owner of the Golden Scissors hair salon. Jewel StoneWall is best friends with Olive Spectrum.
The Black Crime Syndicate - A black criminal organization led by Akurra Wings. The symbol for the Black Crime Syndicate is a winged snake coiling around a Cherry Blossom tree.
Amber Forest - The second in command of the Black Crime Syndicate.
Edward Davis - The owner of Club Envy strip club.
Jade Moss - The leader of The Jade Dragons. Jade Moss is a black woman.
Green Haven - The name of the city where the story takes place.
The Jade Dragons - A criminal organization led by Jade Moss. The Jade Dragons are allies with The Black Crime Syndicate.
BNB Bank - The bank where Olive Spectrum is employed.
The Golden Scissors - A hair salon owned by Jewel StoneWall.
Club Envy - A strip club owned by Edward Davis.
The Long Arm Bandits - A criminal organization who members are corrupt police officers. The long arm bandits are rivals to The Black Crime Syndicate.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
The moon shone full that fatal night
When Stonewall and his men
were returning from a scout
around their former friends.
The brightness of the risen moon
Put them in silhouette.
The pickets rose and fired;
an action they would soon regret.
Stonewall Jackson was unhorsed,
a Minnie ball in his arm.
The surgeons had to amputate.
One week later he was gone.
It marred a famous victory,
A masterpiece of Lee’s,
when Jackson crossed over the river
to rest in the shade of the trees.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in here mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started he drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Fluid like the Guinness that flows from the oil rust taps, rapid and white battered. It laps quickly between every bridges thigh, whining as waves do in captivity. The air is thick and dewy in the Galway harbor. Each breath tastes saltier than the next. The rush, the rapid race signals the open sea. Spring could not come sooner than is demanded. Still six old rust stained fishing boats bob along the mossy stonewall. Untouched. The flow churns quicker; the longer the eye stands in gaze. A ***** yellow sign signals caution –a stolen ringbouy, a stolen life. And there amid the unrest I like to rest and reflect beside fettered waters whose tempest surface hides my face.
I am not alone,
the troubled waters
call my name.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
There's a broken banjo in my birthright,
It was tied to were I wonder
Hidden between John Henry's Hammer,
and the hobbling post on Humble Hill.
I've walked this far on the blame in my grit,
pushed to by tailwind sunsets,
So kick me a mea culpa kneejerk
hardball, and sandstone my stonewall.
Forget storms in the cradle,
I found dustbowls in my waiting room,
Chasing rabbits in a wordwind,
plinking at the vermin as
they rolled into town with the rest of us,
***** but soaring, Carrion pigeon in the clouds
not getting caught up in admiring the reflections
in all the silver linings,
Just... Flying.
narcissus couldn't manage
the glory of wax work wings.
But Icarus knew real beauty.
He felt it.
When he hit the ground
The heat of floating zeroes
blasting his broken bones
into the obsidian of desert floors...
See, angels can be as jealous as God.
Anywhere can be as lonley as the long plains
of Kansas,
Empty canvas trampled by dog and pony shows
as cowboys rode mules muddy miles
through ****** brambles
to drive herds of bulldogs and lions
from the hunting grounds of dragons
to the safety of home
from High, High, Horses.
Under the shadows of eagles.
But the devil never waits at the crossroads, people.
He lays in lies.
And six shooters,
Under Dog Collars,
with the blood and scars
of everyday life,
and the beaten bodies of
seraphim, fallen to **** the well,
with their phoenix ash.
Sheep and shepherds are never friends,
Ones happiness is the other's hunger.
Dont get me wrong, wolves get hungry too,
But at least their honest about the arrangement.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
The fingernails of my brain brim
Horizons of grime. Can’t seem to keep them paws
Out of the dirt.
And the dirt lives on the ground, so its head is always
Down.
And it claws like a dog spraying a groove under a fence
After he’s picked up in the scent what it would be like
To roll in the other grass, which is the same grass, but it’s
Across the pickets.
It’s the uncovering, and it’s dead awfully hard.
For instance…
Thinking I must scratch sound to hear sound.
Not knowing, like this, of course there’d be only
That scratch-scr-scratch-scr-scratch-scr-scratch…
Around me like hellrats…
For instance, hurling my eyes at vision, only
That they should slam against something like stonewall.
(And the crash, unscratched, unheard.)
Imagine how gravity would throw your skeleton
(Nest of forest twigs-become-tooth-pick birdcage)
Ten, twenty thirty stories
Meeting earth’s immovable bone—
That cold you’d feel crack your headrock—
That concrete is my vision.
Yes, finish off the senses, finish off the lines.
If you put your life here, in this poem’s lonely glass,
It will take its shape.
For isn’t that the oldest metaphor? Life—water?
Yes, water with yourself these lines.
My brain needs to rinse me clean from its hands.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
violent
beating
our hearts
bleeding
together
go ahead
and run
for your
life
you know
I'll find
you again
but I can't
promise
I'll be
the same
person when
that happens
torture
stonewall
captive hearts
breaking
apart
so we
meet again
but now
we're standing
on opposite
fences
and I got
the feeling
I'm staring
down a barrel
you've got me
in your sights
but do you
have the guts
to pull
the trigger?
vacancy
strangers
familiar hearts
begin to forget
what it felt
like to not be
empty
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person. She thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral. Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic. Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police. Thought Olive as she sped past the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Getting out of her car Olive walked through the bank's glass doors. As the time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skin man. "Hello sir how can I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skin man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level. After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel StoneWall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel StoneWall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel ask "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the truth Olive I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive. Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissor getting her hair done and talking with Jewel StoneWall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of FunnyMan. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't stopped by the police thought Kenya as she past by the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her
cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" asked Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
"Is the day Friday already" said Jewel.
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by Epic
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
12:39 a.m
At first I was trying
To make it rhyme
With no reason
Pushing them together
Those words
Those meanings
Drifting apart
One by one
I made everything
Sound spurious
Pretentious
Fabricated.
12:41 a.m
Two minutes later
I realized
There's no complication
It's me
Who's the stonewall
Preventing those
Words
From making sense
Creating a rumpus
An unnecessary altercation
Casting cement for my own bridges.
It was illegitimate.
2:41 a.m
Two hours later
I understood the power of words
I proposed an adamantine will
Purported to it
Maybe
But things were now clear
I wasn't lying to myself
I sounded reasonably correct
In my mind
Unconsciously pondering
Consciously oblivious.
1st January,2017
Now, it has been years
It was me who acted like a can of worms
All these years
Now it goes with the flow
It's difficult to tread the boards
Now my words
Are prepotent
Adequate
I stopped rhyming
Now the arrow hit the spot.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Break
Thump
Thump
Whump
Break
Broken...
Broken.
Goodnight, I love you.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
With my back pressed firmly against the wall
I heard a whisper amidst the winds
It sounded enticing, but something was wrong
The words were jumbled and the tone was bumbled
as they ran through the grass, the notes stumbled
and tumbled,
from trees as they fell with the rustling leaves
the bustling breeze
the hustling freeze, stuck on off toned keys
singing, bleeding, screaming
until I was begging please, please
For voice of the ****** from it's own hoise
and became nothing but noise
that struggled to find poise against my stonewall soul
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
wind scatters the fallen leaves
mother roams helpless
child in her arms
fleas merrily peel the stray
and her two pups
girl offers her flower
for a dime
as the clock strikes three
the devout race for a glimpse
the deity’s stone carved face
beams with divine grace.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
No.
The lips lock
And won't budge.
Cries of men
From the grimy depths of the trash
Rise with loud flames burning tall.
Tears ball up in the eyes of the multicolored soldiers
And their gray oppressors alike who
Spit and ****
Tears, blood, and mascara wash the New York streets
Clean.
A fresh painted face for the queen
Let's sit in Christopher's patch of grass,
So these matchstick moments that burn briefly
Can rest among us.
We'll carry them back into battle tonight
On our backs
As Diana's drum beats a smooth rhythm.
Never before has the color of stone been so radiant
As when the soldiers file out of their stone homes
To behold that colorfully calloused street.
In Grecian fashion,
The openly wild fighters pull capotes
Over their decorated uniforms
And charge.
Through the noise and through the pain,
Soft embers from the fiery battle
Float above the city.
Winds lift these delicate remains toward Heaven
Where defeated warriors like Cannon and Ulrichs
Feel the familiar consistency of these blacked bits between their fingers.
They smile and celebrate.
Finally, the bodies of men begin to wan
And topple.
Of those still standing,
Only some hold their heads high.
The victory fell upon our colorful
And tested soldiers.
Their enemies were left grimaced and gasping
On their knees begging for mercy
At the hands of those brave and beaten
Multicolored defenders.
Afraid to be burned again, the powers of gray returned
To where their world made sense
In books and sermons.
The heroes moved on
To the next street.
No,
No more.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
I used to be blind before I met you.
Walking around with shades a pitch darker than necessary
And long side swept bangs across the small frame of my face
Partly covering my eyes.
It was pleasant to hide behind
Especially when introduced to new places, new faces.
I'd just let out a shy smile behind the fringes of my hair
Then quietly cower away
Melting back into the atmosphere.
My head is swamped with enough thoughts to
Keep me occupied for hours.
It was my playground,
My stonewall castle,
My home.
And every time I ever felt stupid or small,
I'd just reside behind my front
And settle myself deeper into the pity party resort
I had built and been renovating for years.
You, on the contrary, didn't see the girl I'd see in the mirror.
I was more than just another figure in the background to you,
I was more than a pair of nice eyes and *******
More than a waste of space,
I was your fancy and you saw right through me,
Which scared me so.
This veil, this front, and the tricks I had up my sleeve
To keep everyone who could ever come close to caring out,
Wouldn't work so well on you.
Nope.
Instead, you grew more curious,
You would ask questions,
Laugh at my remarks,
Insist that I elaborate,
Tell me to speak up because you knew
How I had so much to say
But how soft spoken I can be.
It was raining one night and we were all out back by the garage
Sipping out of cheap beer cans and smoking our bummed cigarettes..
I walked outside to dance in the rain and you followed me there.
I remember how your steps were directly behind mine in perfect sync,
Then with the swift piercing stare of your big blue eyes
I melted right into the brick wall.
My bones turned to jelly and the tape that was over my eyelids
fell right off because your fingers managed to brush them open,
And from that point on, I no longer saw a point in closing them.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC