"unneccessary" poems
I asked myself over a warm cup of tea, "what kind of beauty is there in finding mystery in yourself?"
I took a little sip, and had more thoughts.
And so I scribbled, a few words on a piece of paper.
a fine day indeed to be playing Thelonious Monk,
one of my favorite Jazz pianists.
y'know, his music has a certain type of soul to it, something inviting about it. I dunno.
with that cup of tea still in hand, I listened to the ocean dance while Monk rushed over the piano keys.
that cup of tea smelled like years of fear and peace to come.
that cup of tea reminded me of the first time I burnt my finger with a candle when I was still a kid.
that cup of tea reminded me of my first love.
it reminded me that I'm still 17, it also tasted like conversations I had with friends about girls we'd never have.
"that girl. she's the one, you'd probably have a chance with her. say something, you shy mo'fo."
but then again it wasn't about probability.
it tasted like 5AM in the morning after your first breakup.
it tasted like 4PM when you wrote your first poem.
it tasted like bitterness.
the tea tasted like my love for things that have aged.
'65 Mustangs and inked pages.
ripped jeans and new faces.
jazz music and new places.
its funny what tea can do one's mind once it burns your tongue and runs down your oesophagus to warm your lungs.
Monk's music in the background, I still scribbled words on a piece of paper.
if only this moment could linger.
cup of tea, cup of tea, what type of flavor did you leave in me?
see, when i stare at this cup, it seems as if it holds unneccessary emptiness.
but can still hold my deepest desires in liquid form - a warm cup of tea.
I probably wrote all of this after I burnt my tongue with tea.
but then again, this isn't about probability.
this is from the deep of things, with love.
sincurlyxbaki
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
Repentance and forgiveness ,
Are both second to my nature ,
Albeit forces of destiny,
Decides it all.
Never have I liked unneccessary competitions,
Poised to ignite passionate hatred,
For ambiguous simultaneous equation,
I prefer solution by subtitution.
We all have different personalities ,
Sure as death its a no man flaw,
But without moderation it becomes a bad spirit,
You remain so unfit for your ecological niche all the time.
I overheard that learning ,
Should never be by experience,
But rather others experiences ,
But for me best lessons comes from our own mistakes.
To thumble and fall is human,
But for this case it was more than I could hold ,
Men in the past were understood for acting rigid ,
Sorry we are but a modern beings,
I suppose it was never meant to be anyway.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
Exigency replacing humanity,
merchants, only for more
through to mercs for unending
unneccessary war.
C'est tres facile pour la machine,
addictive personality disorder
replacing human being,
c'est la unvie, no?
Oligarchic vacuum-up being almost
always on only leaves a trickle down,
only, when it's accidentally turned off.
So the interlocking, laced economic
systems base, scarcity, that they think
they've replaced nature's abundance with,
details violence in all hues of all colors
of the rainbow, not just choosing to not know.
An addiction, like any other,
that can be treated just so.
When one weeds the garden within,
turns the inside out, a ray of Thee's Light
without, And within, it doubling,
doubles again outside, Bliss begins,
peace on wing sings, Soulshine
shared on and on, evolves life, echoing.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
Unneccessary comments,
Sharp breaths,
And sighs.
Meaningless words thrown around
Hitting me,
Accidentally.
Unnecessary comments,
Sharp breaths,
And sighs.
Try not to take it personally,
Breathe in,
Out now.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC