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Músicos, rápsodas, prosistas,
poetas, poetas, poetas,
pintores, caricaturistas,
eruditos, nimios estetas;
románticos o clasicistas,
y decadentes, -si os parece-
pero, eso sí, locos y artistas
los Panidas éramos trece!
Melenudos de líneas netas,
líricos de aires anarquistas,
hieráticos anacoretas,
dandys, troveros, ensayistas,
en fin, sabios o analfabetas,
y muy pedantes, -si os parece-
explotado res de agrias vetas
los Panidas éramos trece!
De atormentados macabristas
figuras lívidas y quietas,
rollizas caras de hacendistas,
trágicos rostros de profetas...;
y satíricos y humoristas,
o muy ingenuos, -si os parece-
en el café de los Mokistas
los Panidas éramos trece!
Sutiles frases y discretas,
y paradojas exotistas,
sentencias, sólidas, escuetas,
y jeroglíficos sofistas;
y las mordaces cuchufletas
envenenadas, -si os parece-
que en el Concilio de Agoretas
los Panidas éramos trece!
Y orquestaciones wagneristas,
-trompas y tubas y trompetas-, 1
o  serenatas mozartistas
y sinfonías y retretas
de los maestros exorcistas,
beethovenianos, -si os parece-,
que en el Salón (bombos o arpistas)
los Panidas éramos trece!
Y los de pluma o de paletas,
altos poetas o coplistas,
los violinistas y cornetas,
en veladas aquelarristas
-sesiones íntimas, secretas!-
y en bodegones -si os parece-
en esas citas indiscretas
los Panidas éramos trece!
Fumívoros y cafeístas
y bebedores musagetas!
Grandilocuentes, camorristas,
Crispines de elásticas tretas;
inconsolables, optimistas,
o indiferentes, -si os parece-
en nuestros Sábbats liturgistas
los Panidas éramos trece!
Ilustres críticos -ascetas
serios, solemnes, metodistas,
tribu de vacuos logotetas!: 2
andad al diablo! -si os parece-:
nosotros, -Bárbaros sanchistas!-,
los Panidas éramos trece!
JJ Hutton Jan 2011
lucid in America,
     lazy, loose,
ladies of marble, hearts of stone,
the clouds are gathering,
     the trees sparse,
     coarse winds cool, collide,
realign the telephone lines,
smoke exits the nostrils in good time,
     three-piece suits,
     hard handshakes,
     heydays and hollidays both end in headaches,
lucid, loose, tight as a feather,
     riding the Times and drinking  empty cups,
     full and flavored, gentle, gentle,
     the melody is quaint,
     but the melody will play,
sing easy, kissing the graves,
the skeletons are lonely, ask them to stay,
brief and brittle, the remnants of the middle,
quake and make me realize the end has and always
will be nigh,
    egotripping brothers and daughters at pearly gates,
    walking crates half in dismay, half soaked in rays,
interlaced, tracing barefoot on interstates,
humming with the meadowlarks, humming at the dark,
sometimes we're art,
mostly we're stark,
      dancing and dying at once,
      trival yet trying, the beauty we're still buying,
      lucid, free, and easy,
knowingly drifting the pains, the plains
      of America.
Copyright 2011 by J.J. Hutton- From Anna and the Symphony
Life is more
  Than who you are
     and
        The trival lives
           That people lead
              You are way more
         Than what they say
              Don't be scared
                 Of who
             You should be
         Remember,
    No one said
It would be easy
Copyright 2013 © J. Barraza
Lukuloon Apr 2019
I didn't lie to you, When I said I'm busy,
Maybe in a way only I could understand,

I was actually busy converting oxygen to carbondioxide in my Lungs,
I was busy trying to please my creator and wondering if heaven is real,
I was busy wondering, why religion is the major cause of pain today,
I was busy thinking about how I could meet the Aristotle's within my peers,
I was busy planning how to esacpe the current mess I found myself trapped in,
I was busy putting off negativity and others trival opinions of me,

Sometimes this is my busy and I'm unapologetic about it.
Diary of Jane Jan 2018
Every time someone asks me, "do you still like him?", I can't help but realize  just how trival the word "like" is.
What I feel for him cannot be encompassed in those four alphabets. I  cannot call it "love" either, cause it feels much deeper, much sacred than any other love I have ever felt before.
All I can say is that I care for him, and perhaps I always will even if we were not in each other's lives.
Loose thoughts Mar 2015
Staring  out the widow,
waiting for your arrival,
other than you babe,
everything else is a trival.

Getting cold in this emptiness,
the clock constantly ticking,
words can't even come close to express,
oh how your absence is engulfing..

~A.d | 18 Feb 2015
Fucking tired Feb 2018
My friends don't like me.
I know
I heard.
Guess they ain't my friends
After all

But that's okay
No matter how it hurts
I understand.

Maybe it's cuz I ***
Cigarettes too much
Maybe cuz I have too much
Ache on my face.
Like a never ending game
Of connect the dots.

Maybe it's cuz I try to be happy
And uplifting
Because I don't want others
Feeling as low as I do.

I'm not too surprised
It's been this way my whole life

I've been the scrape goat
For even my own family

I have issues may of them
Will never know
Because I would never
Burden anyone
With the knowledge
That I hold inside

Still it hurts.

And still
If they ask it of me
I will listen to their trival problems
Even though if they knew
They'd say I had it worse.

They complain about their parents
While I knew what my father's **** looked like
By four.
While I knew what it looked like
To see your mother get thrown at the wall.
While I know my mom blames me
For everything.
I still listen.
For why should my problems be of anymore value then theirs?

They complain about their siblings
When I'm sure mine
Inherited our fathers sick mind?
But just can't prove it yet
Or maybe I can
But am to afraid to put the math
Together in fear
Of what the truth is.

I say I don't care and ignore
The brokenness that is inside
My mind.

Because I believe I am strong
When in fact I am weak.

Yet I heard them say
They don't like me.
Complaining about me

Why is my instinct telling me
To listen and to agree?
To these foul words they say bout me?

They are mearly children
Talking gossip
Yet my 8 year old sis
Seems to agree...

There will be no uprising
In this story.
No lesson learned
Only me
Still realizing
How much people don't care.

Only the same pattern
Of disappointment.
And failure to connect to someone.

They don't like me
And who can blame them?
No one ever has
H
Clary Morgan Jan 2016
The two most romantic words in the entire world:
"Hello I'm"
Because they have the courage to come up say I might want the rest of my life to be with you
Because they have the will to believe that a future will be right now
Because they want the hope of an eternal forever wrapped in instant greeting that seems so trival it's an infinite moment
Because they want to remember that first step of falling love was simply coming up to the person they are later meant to love and saying "Hello I'm"
Daniel Albright Aug 2021
LONER*

Out of the gills of struggles,
Came a star meant to shine,
Out of the valley of battles,
Came a male who is to change six to nine.

Upon his safe arrival,
Naivety made him feel loved by everyone,
Oblivious to the fact that people took him as a trival,
Every door step evicted him and wanted him gone.

Reality dawned on him,
He had to fight tirelessly by himself,
Working and singing hopes hymn,
Sleeping and waking in his own shelf.

Alone came I into this sphere,
I must keep struggling in my little corner,
No one cares, not even the air,
Hence, on this ball, I am loner.
© Daniels Pen™ 2021.
WISEPENNY Jul 2020
IT MY HURT LIKE A KNFE BUT YOUR HIGHER SELF IS WATCHING THE FIGHT

THE RECORDED FLIGHT
THE RECORDED DELIGHT
THE I TOLD YOU SO'S THE EXPELLED ON THE SIDE
BETTING AGIANST YOU TO PILL POCKET DIVIDE

TAPED UP BUGGED WAXED THE MOON NOW I BE LOOKING FOR LOVE

TO CHOOSE I OR ME IS SIMPLE
YOU DONT WANNA WIN OR LOSE

BUT IF YOU DO
CAN IT MEAN SOMEBODY NEW
IT WOULDNT
YOU WOULD GO BACK TO THE 5 YEAR OLD TEA PARTY AND WHO CAME EVERY NOON

TROUBLE IS IF THE CHILDHOOD WAS A SHIFT
WHEN YOU MEAT THE ONE SHE IS A MISS

SOMEBODY BORROWED
SOMEBODY ARROWED

IN OUR HANDS AND BODIES WE ARE MADE WITH OUR SOUL
IF THEY ARE BEATEN AS A CHILD YOU ARE BEATEN TOO

PERSECUTION AND NOVELTY IS TRIVAL PURSUIT
YOUR LAST LIFE MEASURED THE STONES
NO THE BOX CUTTER IS RIGHT

SO WHERES THE MAPPING
THE MEASURING THE ASKING
WHERE'S THE I KNOW YOU
WE LOVE EACH OTHERS
WHY THE HARD AND NAUGHTY
THE CAGED AGREEMENT OF THE TEMPLE OF HAUGHTY

ITS AN OPERATIONAL SYSTEM MADE UP OF
"WE DONT PUT UP WITH THAT"
THEN WHY YOU PLACE OTHER GODS UPON THE GOD WHO DIED FOR MANKIND

EVERY DAY RACE COLOR MONEY FANCY CARS FLASH
WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT AS THE QUEEN WALKS
HER MONEY GROWS

SHE STEPS WITH LAMBORGINI TOES
YET SHE AS PATIENT AS THE TIDE
WATCHES THE PEOPLE AND COMES TO CONFIDE

— The End —