"trival" poems
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.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
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!
1k
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.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
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
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
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.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
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
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
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"
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC