"telepath" poems
One day I met a titular telepath
That made me do social math
After I took a brief bubble bath
Underneath his heavy hovercraft
That submerged my brain
Allowing no sign of refrain
Only the pain
Of the stain
Of his Rorschach test
Filling inside my crest
You cast a spell of thought on me
When you walk by so haughtily
I can't think
Only drink
Your Kool-Aid
Of a fool's blade
It should be considered a crime
The way you control my mind
I feel so pointlessly paranoid
And it's not the ****
You travel to an abysmal void
I just follow your lead
I live in a world of mass media
But you cut off my streaming
So I guess I won't be seeing them
And I can focus on dreaming
Of an amazing life starring you
And introducing happiness
I don't care how it's reviewed
The critics negate sappiness
I'm so afraid you will get rid of me
While I sit under your guillotine
That can't reach me in your grasp
But if I ever leave it'll be in half
I'm trapped in a precarious position
That I fear will carry us to collision
I put my ear to the ground and listen
For an approaching stampede
That will steal my cognition
Will those wildebeest thieves
Make a deadly incision?
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Stabbing
microwave film tops
forks & one minute
standing
impatience
picking at his lips
marbled insipid midnight
on ovals
pleasant, reaching
inside
black duffle coats
right handed rural esteban
a bunch of oddfellows
lifted up
excursion
hugging abdomen
with an almost
cro-magnon embodiment
with no one to talk to
or company to speak of
brilliant matted darting
causing a spillage
loose putrid peppermint
buboes & femurs
have no presence
has no presence
burrowed
momentary malebogia
denizen
99' strange amounts
clean lived war memorials
the monetised crucifix
the earth is alive
shapeshifting, spasmodic
pleasant pleasant sound
loose dripping glue
chestnut hair
cider sipped walls
frosty jacks & contains
foamed **** arrayed myriad
sirens prune
telepath
twelve fragments
Approaching
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
as the day has left me
love is still there
for special ones
I thank these inspirations
for love's desire
invigorates and sustains
this weary soul
So I look forward
to being together soon
with company
who make me whole
Now to croon this tune
to a crescent moon
to telegraph it
to telepath it
Just to do this lifts me up
I believe my targets get it
even if they don't know it
I'm a love transmitter
a shining sun
in a world that's done
having fun
because you have won
if you learn to love
Everyone
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
If I were in a fairytale, I'd be the knight to save the damsels in distress.
If I were the sandman I'd sprinkle so much sweet dreams into their eyes that they'd still see them when awake.
If I could stretch myself out enough I'd cover all the women of the world in a blanket of love and confidence.
If I were magnetic I'd hold back all of the knives they use to cut their tender skin.
If I were a telepath, I'd whisper to every girl who's ever cried, "you are wonderful."
If I were a mirror I'd show them all their best qualities, I'd show them how they look through the eyes of someone who loves them.
If I were a superhero I'd set out to save the world, or at least all of the sad and lonely girls in it.
If they'd let me, I'd give them my heart, or else teach them how to love themselves.
If I could teach enough girls how to love, then maybe one of them could learn to love me.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
City wide mania :
1 tossed aside
paradigm. I don't
hate your hands,
I hold your light.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Telepathy is real if
you are in a mood. In a
mood telepath, the doctor
sees you. You go drunk. I
visited the dead boy. He
was a lost uncle and
stuffed. Another one.
One busted a lit dumb.
Around and up to sky
wizardry. The sword
plugged a ripple. Any
time smock was on
was there. So, we got
mustard toes on ick.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
it occurs to me that my brother’s intermittent addiction to waiting caused him this insight: your real life comes true. it occurs to me he remains a telepath. a telepath whether or not I write as beautifully as he remembers. he sleeps without a pillow claiming it gives his ear nothing to do. he scratches his cheeks and says look at these they are the ribs of a pup I am caged in.
the future of war is war.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
If you don't search for treasure
Treasure will find you
You can't solve a mystery
When you don't have a clue
Busy bees working
Are good at what they do
Pyrotechnic people
Who share the same view
Soak yourself in epsom salt
And read the front page
Someone died from lyme disease
Born to get paid
Telepath cryptic messages to the tube
Presidential candidates become unglued
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Opening minds from my universal lines
Tooken from outta space time
Ya know I'm
Always traveling at light speeds
Indeed since I was a prodigy breed
Fools make it hard for me to breath
But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze
Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap
What ya sow straight from heavens door
I was destined for war made out poor
First finished last
Last is the first when it comes to thirst
Rich man's dry from all of the material high
Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin'
Devils is grinning listening
But his soul ain't dwelling
With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge **** near empty fridge look what the system did
Barely makin with the kids
Broke off the rich mans bid
As the prices rise I telepath to graph
My natural high in a spritual tie
No lie but it lies
With in the message huh
While the troops grounded for government loot
In the cities they shoot
Intelligence mute give us the boot
But at the same time got chemicals to swoop
Down in my neighborhood there I stood
Once on the block as a child wild
Young n crazy
Thought this world was made for me
But I wasn't ready seen to many
Brothers go to the penitentiary
Along with the eses I could write an essay
I'm going down like mayday say say
Didn't mean to stutter
Ask for help but folks love to shutter
You out they life acting strife
Positioned the knife
So they can back stab ya then leave ya
Bleeding to ya last breath
Opened arms for death
Take a flight of the steps
On the Stairway to heaven
Injured on the fifth
Died on the sixth but resurrected on the seventh
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC