"weaks" poems
Dear Life
Why you gonna be so rude?
I cannot feel happiness
Cause everytime I get too happy
Anything bad happens
It makes my heart hurts
It makes my eyes cries
It makes my soul weaks
It makes my feet shakes
It makes my brain stops
Why you gonna be so rude?
You make me afraid to loving someone
Cause everytime I love someone
Anything bad happens
It makes situation worse
It makes my world empty
It makes my space lonely
It makes my room tiny
It makes my imagination flies
Why you gonna be so rude?
You are like Dementors
You kiss my happiness
Only left bad memories
You make my life colds
You make my life dies
You made my smile gone
You made my future grey
(Palembang, 12 Januari 2015)
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
Dragon awake ye, rise and ye may find
that dawn has had it's day, and night it lies behind
morning comes again and with it brings the sun
reminding us of flames, remembering we've done
all it takes to bank the ash, and to see our flames won
one day say we as we walk here in this wasted wood
lumber past the trees, see that though it's dark it's good
keep walking through and pass a pond that's feeding from a stream
fresh water midst the tangled trees - like brotherhood it seems
remember that though lone we walk - true in a sense or way
still with brothers by our side stand we loyal to this day
through many wars and battles fought and many won or lost
this bond 'bove blood has grown by bound, but at no little cost
the price we pay is loyalty and always standing firm
passing on wise words we've heard and lessons that we've learned
call each other on our bluffs and blindnesses, even on our weaks
stand up and with our armored hide, shield each other's breaks
that my strong may be your weak and your strong become mine
that together, we like dragons stride, armored every side
It is together we will war the world and win
defeating every enemy that raise or rise against
but battle foam may eager fly from our every scale
and fiery, painful, brutal be our battle against hell
but raise we with our talons true and truth held in our gaze
It is a noble war and one, that we chose to wage
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
I realized, in Christian thought
If I prayed as much as I wrote
As much as I swore
If I read the Bible
As much as I make innuendos
Fake inappropriate with friends
If I spoke to God
As much as I speak to friends
As much as I spend time on the internet
As much as I listened to music
As much as I filled up every moment with noise...
I'd be a saint.
But I'm not.
I don't pursue.
I don't wake up saying,
"Lord Jesus, help me help others.
Help me be a better man."
Sure there are weeks
Then there are weaks
I'm left clutching a beer
Glass of ***
*****
Shots of Tequila
Wishing I was a better man.
Hoping I can be a better man.
Yet, when push comes to shove,
I do nothing.
I love You Father.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
Insanity is what she is,
Clarity is what she please,
Mortality is what she sees,
Voracity is something she ease.
Mendacity is what she speaks,
Tactfully is something she weaks,
Alchemy was never in her clique,
There kicks in her cavity.
Calumny writes above her head,
Casualty says around her dead,
Pageantry living on her bed,
Banditry was what she hid.
Centrality was all she craved,
Depravity waited for her traced,
Fatality made her braced,
Gallantly now she fazed.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
I once loved a woman so,
left my wife, my young baby children,
desperate desolate for a scrap of
a reason to exist.
her, the other woman,
welcome was unquestioning,
she was an answer.
you may judge me,
I've paid and pay on-
but this is not the taken tale,
verily, I have come to write.
Jennifer her name,
was my savior,
took me from the cross unbearable,
washed my feet, covered my wounds
rebirthed me a new man.
weak was me,
fell fallow to cries,
whimpers of the weak,
weakened me worse
and she said
*go,
bewitched man,
magic enough to defeat
the wicked one,
but not
the weak ones,
I don't possess,
you have to have
metal in your mind,
rock steady,
maybe you do,
maybe you will,
but no crutch of steel
can I be forever.*
but this is not the taken tale,
verily, I have come to write.
what I remember best,
the love I lost for
the lesser love I gave up
and took back
as a lessened and lessoned man
is this:
*my chest, my heart,
for months, not weeks,
for months, not weaks
of words,
hurt so bad I
could not believe,
my life forfeit,
this heartache palpable,
was real beyond belief
when I went to the
emergency room, the doctors,
stethoscope-confirmed,
my tearing-warped, embodied mind,
had no prescription, no surgery,
for what ailed the failed man.*
when in the street would see her,
in the elevator trap, smelled her smell,
for seconds I was triangulated,
until lost sight, and was ill-mis-positioned
once again in a shaft that could only go
down.
Shortly thereafter,
took up pen and paper
bad damage to repair
and began to write,
decades worn, pen nub'd
the writing,
never thereafter,
stopped or ceased.
now I ask you plain
straight from the
place of pain,
that is almost healed,
tho twenty years,
the damages are still
upon my persona claimed,
for this is the taken tale,
verily, I have come to write.
how do you like your poet's poet now?
not so much?
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
TEARS ARE FOR THE WEAKS
DARE NOT TO BE
HELPLESS SCREAMS
MUTED TO THE SOUND OF THE VOICE
DRIVEN TO THE EXTREME
HELD BY MANY BUT NOTHING DEEP
FOUGHT HARD TO BREATHE
DARKNESS SET IN
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
ambient noise
juniper berries dancing along
comfort dissipates
new age olds
the red light flashes
lung discomfort
anonymity of the soul
one shade too grey
cushion your needs
do not let it go to your head
i find it hard to blink
yet alone breathe.
cruise chaos
brine lips
delicacy is a blessing
shame a hope
when wheels stick
i will still follow you
black or blue
steeps for weaks
weeping bridges
the destination never changes
but my smile does.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
*You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceilin'
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feelin'
You got me lifted feeling so gifted...*
the sound of your voice jus by hearing you I get the chills.. I love it. also in fact im in contact with a warrior as well
someone with the sense of battles with the heroic heart
willing to do anything for the one he loves...
to protect and save the wounded
to heal the weaks was his duty.
So the story continues...
The sound of his voice was a melody only my heart is in tune with.
Only I could sense it.
I use to despise
the sound of the melody
coming in close.
Mainly because we had unspoken words
Locked away in the unbeknownst.
Wasn't steady enough to hear it.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Its voice in my head is almost silent
I have pushed it back so far,
I barely hear its weeping
The tell tale sting in my eye
The congestion starting now
I try to push it back again
But this time i went to far
Bottled monsters dont want to stay
Cramped and shoved all the way in
They want out
But i want them in!
I struggle to keep them back
As my defense weaks they grow stronger
Waiting for a chance to erupt out of me
Like fire from a dragon's mouth
Lava from a volcano
First one breaks free
Then another
And before I know it
Im a screaming, crying
Snotting, Stomping,
And then it stops.
The calm in the storm i Calm down reevaluate
Breath deeply
And its gone im fine!
I was always fine
You told me i was fine didnt you?
You always were there for me werent you
You were there when it happened
You did not leave me did you
You told me to let them out didnt you??
You would NEVER allow me to hurt my self this way!
Would you?
You love me right?
Yeah i know i love you too.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Tell All Of My Past Chicks
IMA Need My Half Back
Good For Taking Wood
Rear Seat Of The Hatch Back
Enough Of The Rehatch Can
Bagging Up Those Memories
Quickly Get Em To A Trash Can
I Want To Feel True Love
Never Fight
Never Break Stuff
Secure When Were Near
& You Have No Make Up
Late Night Take Out
& Back Rubs
Then Proceeding To A Private Meeting
In The Bath Tub
Please Breathe If I'm Too Deep
When You Back Up
***** Persian Soft
I'm Rock Hard
Hope That *** Tough
I Go Hard When I Drill
Like Some Do When They Mask Up
Romance Roses On The Matress
Magikal Lovers That Us
My Passion Is Infinite
I See Deep In Your Eyes You Want Me Inside
Ima Slide Through , When We Kicking It
Spirit Has You Feeling Like You Can't Breathe
I Can Feel The Heat From Your **** Jeans
If Im A Bout To Finish In Your Gut
Ima Man Scream Cos My Lust Monsterous
& Your Sposer Is A Band Dream
I'm ON Tour Till 3013
I Make Your Legs Shake Like Eggs Break
Youve Made The Squirt Team
Deep As I Can Be
For Five Weaks
Please Tap Out If You Need
Rap Your Arms & Legs Around Me
Ima Drownd Down Stroke That ***** To Iv
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
"vivors"
its been big long years since back to dark dark
our formas and forpas done some evil ignorance
now time be hard hard and strongs dont fall but weaks do
counts of many die die no cry else never stop
sleepies sup always this but not is true
mawma say a cart moved up hill no horse naw it aint so
fun fun reckon her dumb joke laugh and laugh
we here vivors here vivors group group always be vivors
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
Awww **** the Kings is here so suckas better fear death thoughts whispered in ya ear hold up ya tears
Let the games begin since I was born in sin lusted spirit in the wind then
I came out a baby crying no lying dynasty set so I'm multiplyin' with many ******* and hittin' switches
On the fifty three Impala stackin' dollaz
Down for the Rottweilers black and brown holding crown and a bottle o' Crown
Black check my stats gats crack ya fame stats see where my heart at settin' ya back track
Curse wacks that's the wiseness of a mack
**** got the cigars lit as I sit on the throne with my home 'boys and baby mamas missin' dramas comma
Bought a condo in Panama keep heat hotta than sauna combined with lava
That's mad gats to blast no mask for the task I do it for the streets and the gangsta beats
Street sweepers put weaks to sleep check the tank that creeps
Master Piece that flows with no limit I'm in it til finish half asleep in my casket one eye open scopin'
Enemies lookin' for me
Wake up only to see the guns flashin' rapidly...
Yea dead homie
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
It's Monday now
as it was
last week
Except
it feels
there's less
of a day
and more of the week
Weeks
the plural for week
but not weak
As in
Sleep
Slept
barely
Weak
Was
Is
Will maybe be
Hopefully not
Weaks
Does not exist
But it might be
the only way
how I can describe
Myself
on this monday
More than weak
Now
Slept
sleeps
sleepless
Endless
in this
Weekless day
monday
I'll say
It's endless
I'm sleepless
This day is weak
and My day
needs a way
To get away
or some new way
Tuesday
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC