"wising" poems
So lets get this straight:
An armed, white man walks into a school,
kills 17 students and teachers with a tool
that can be bought at just any store
by a 19 year old, insane, fool,
before being caught, all on Valentine's day,
Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year
And it's not time to talk about gun control?
If they had been black, you'd say "more police"
If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall"
If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban"
But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill,
so "Report the disturbed" our president says
"It's about mental health!" our congress says
"But it's not time to talk about gun control"
You send your thoughts and prayers,
while we're pleading for your help
You want to know my thoughts and prayers?
I thought our country cared about us
I thought our country loved us more than guns
And I pray that my school won't be next
That my friends won't be mourned on the internet
That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world
Because you won't talk about gun control
But you know what?
***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do
We're taking this horse by the reigns
Knock some sense into that old brain
We're organizing, rising up and wising up
Taking a stand, and taking a walk
Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock
We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths
We've done it before and we will do it again
They say "when we're older"
I say "why wait till then"
These laws are going to change now
These deaths have got to be dwindling down
Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd
And no, we won't calm down
Until no one ignores our outraged sound
We will make the politicians come around
And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns
And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead,
and we can go back to school together again.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
whence the word special is said, be wary of the speaker
whence the word special is said, be wary of the speaker
pitfalls are in the making, one can trip up
pitfalls are in the making, one can trip up
pitfalls are in the making, whence the word special is said
be wary of the speaker, one can trip up
the memory stores info well, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot
the memory stores info well, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot
wising up seeing the light, one is misguided
wising up seeing the light, one is misguided
one is misguided, the memory stores info well
wising up seeing the light, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot
a revelation did dawn, that guy wasn't legit
a revelation did dawn, that guy wasn't legit
his line but a fallacy, clearness of sight now prevails
his line but a fallacy, clearness of sight now prevails
clearness of sight now prevails, that guy wasn't legit
a revelation did dawn, his line but a fallacy
a revelation did dawn, one is misguided
pitfalls are in the making, whence the word special is said
that guy wasn't legit, an utterance hollow ne'er forgot
his line but a fallacy, wising up seeing the light
one can trip up,the memory stores info well
be wary of the speaker, clearness of sight now prevails
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
The dance of the souls is something eternal,
Never ending and unclear of when it started.
Beauty in the knowing that two souls can share a harmony,
to be on the same plain at the same Time,
to carry out their dreams together.
Come with me,
to a land so far away from this.
Travel into the mountains with me,
meditate on rocks,
hunt for crystal gardens
and find the gnome villages.
Sleep beneath the stars with me,
and wake to the Father wising.
Let us play as children do,
with no recognition of anything other than
this
here
Now.
Time is eternal for those who live outside of it,
that surf the edges
who disregard it.
Let us play with the Time Keepers,
I hear they get lonely.
Let us make a world of our own,
never upon the basis of 'should'
I want to climb the highest tree,
taste the strangest food,
explore the deepest of caves.
You can too,
if you only make the Time.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
I am a fool for wising that my hands to be turned into gold now I cannot eat the food I want and cannot drink the water I want to but someone told me to go into the unchanging water and I was healed
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
My dear, you wound me
As only one who holds my heart can
So unassuming yet so
Sweet
Warm
Mesmerizing
There’s no wising up with
Such a pretty face
Graceful
Wonderful
A subtle disaster
A ticking bomb in my arms
Oh how you wound me
As only one who holds my heart can do
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Things that worry me
Is my vision steadily deteriorating?
I look at the iPhone screen in the dark with my glasses off
Is that enough?
Or must I factor in the harsh light from my lap top screen
And the screen on my Kindle HD-X
I will even on occasion watch the television screen
And a movie once every two or three months
But all those I wear my glasses for
It's mainly the iPhone at night I am concerned about
Like I'm doing right now
Let me tell you the truth
My cynicism has evolved into a meaner beast
There aren't too many people I want to get to know past "thanks for the money
God bless" and if you think I really care if God blesses you why then you haven't been paying attention
I can't seem to muster up a smidgen of compassion for anyone
It's been so long since I felt that special kind of affection for anyone
And though it's true that people are typically getting dumber much faster than they're wising up
I'd say it's a wonder we worry about it at all
Or is it all in my head?
Is the Ambien invading entire sections of my brain, one by one, the ones not totally massacred and eradicated by the last ten years onslaught with marijuana of various properties and potencies
I suppose I should level a fare share of the blame on the Great Communicator THC
BUT I'm not a lost cause
Not yet
Not today, I made it through the day
Tomorrow isn't quaranteed
And as far as you know
I'm just the quiet guy in the market
Not a word for anyone he runs into
Nope
Not a word
Thank God for the self -checkout
I may ***** you, it's true
But I'm harmless
Unless attacked
Then I'm a ******* raging inferno
Blessed with precision
I will drag you into my hell
And you will know what it's like to be me
Walking cloud nine in the pits of Sheol
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Does sleep visit you often?
How do you lay upon your bed?
Do you ride the REM drug?
Do you dream?
Do your eyes dry and crumble?
Can you feel anything?
Do you wake up in a cold sweat?
Do you wake up tasting colors?
Do you wake up wising you were someone else?
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
Deep within this heart of mine,
drowning in the sands of time,
searching for a sacred sign,
dreaming of a world sublime.
Deep within the heart of me,
thoughts i cannot truly see,
dreams that cannot ever be,
chains that will not set me free.
Deep within this heart of mine,
wising i could draw the line,
tiring of the endless climb,
crying for the final time.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Body Snake
Wising Winters
Flame of Attribution
Recollection of a Hand
Moving to the Sound of
Sweet Whispering.
$$$...
Slithering Indictments,
Held In Love's Darkness..
Trembling Coven Bound
Now
Prized Feather
Of the Victorious
Angel Wings
Pure Virtue Risen...
GRACE
God's Decision.
Life's Judge
Rainbow Miracle.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
A man alone, A man unheard
never to speak a word
He is a dream, a figment
of what he used to be
A man is married, he does not care
She is his to own
He torments her, all the time
An illusion, of what he was
A mirror is broken, a mirror is shattered
Pieces of him on the floor
He is shattered, he is broken
nothing but a dream
He is shattered, he is broken
he lies on the floor
The pieces of him, what he was
before he took a drink
He beats her often, he beats her hard
She is always afraid
He tries to change; He won't change
And yet she wants to stay
"I love him so, I love him so"
Is all she ever says
Beat her rough, beat her hard
So she'll finally leave
You loved him then, you hate him now
You are wising up
He hit you then, you shot him now
You are finally safe
The courts hate you, I love you
this is our debate
They let you free, you go with me
You are finally safe.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
People be hating
by the words that im saying
By the truth that im laying
Shut up if you don’t like what im saying
All them boys be misbehaving
And then girls be over thinking
With drugs and underage drinking
What the hell is this generation thinking?
Getting messed up out of condition
Taking on infliction By man or woman
that’s no tradition
It makes me sicken.
From what people be doing
Turning into villains wising to be killing
Wishing it be different…. Back and forth missing
People been teasing And many needing pleasing
So sick of all you people full of greed
Think of someone elses needs
Now take a seat And watch what I speak
This is what I preach
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Overrated is the word that comes to the fore
To tell of that woman's particular store
The products she vends aren't all that fab
Most of them have a dull look which is so drab
She may need to take stock of her inventory
Then thoroughly evaluate its retail credibility
The purchasers are wising up to her trade
They've become disenchanted with her escapade
To-day her shop soiled item went on sale
Few customers bought what was in her bail
Her sales pitch fell upon deaf ears
All that she offered for sale meet with load jeers
Store owners such as her have no excuse
For attempting to sell the dregs and refuse
The customer never outlays a dollar for trash
They prefer value for their hard one cash
The numbers of keen buyers aren't of a glut
Soon her second rate business shall be shut
Retail vending must be up to customer satisfaction
If not store owners can be put out of action
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Things come out wrong when I try to write my wrongs in pen
In ten days I’ll be doing one of two types of time:
either time spent sitting and sleeping and waiting
or time spent sitting and sleeping and learning.
I guess I’m not too quick when it comes to confessions of carelessness
I have a habit of avoiding caution and careful conduct
I’m calloused and confused
and my bones are bruised
and my soon-to-be present
will be spent serving time in a room or a cell.
My second sight of the wise old hermit
made me feel like wising up a bit myself.
He seems not to want me no matter all the times I’ve tried to travel to his doorbell.
He must be waiting for something I have yet to give.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
You forgot to look up.
You forgot a lot of
things. You whispered
drunkenly once
"I went looking
for the messiah
in his pants,
but just found
the devil."
And I think
everyone
giggled.
We go looking
to forget things
by replacing the
memories with
better ones
with better people.
But... You forgot
a lot of things.
I know... that
I told you to forget
the bad things.
But you just kept
finding his black ink
in everything.
So you forgot it all.
Trying to relearn
your own skin.
But you don't
see it with
out his touch.
You think that
might be why
your skin went
grey and your
eyes got dull.
Your hair
thinned and your
nails turned blue.
He lived in your
bones and maybe
that's why they
got so brittle.
But you know
how your
collar bones get
even stronger
after they break?
You're collar bones
babe. He broke
you. But your
skin is soft
and no longer
with a grey
hue. Your hair
has finally gotten
thicker.
Here you
are sitting
on your
front patio
no longer
looking at
the ground
wising you
were in it.
You're realizing
as you watch
the sunset
that you
forgot to look
up.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
/// ///
///
•
Well
Well we wander
( ain't no HOME here )
•
ain't gonna worry no more
ain't gonna hurt ourselves no more
Ain't gonna hurt eachother no more
••
Just moseying on outa here !
•
ain't gonna NUMB OURSELVES no more
( in those USUAL ways )
••
We
Wander around
CHILDREN !
FEARING DEATH !
IN AMERICA !
( ain't gonna HEAR the idealistic SHIT no more ! )
•
Moseying around
•
( we gonna find the REAL WORLD and just love there )
••
We must face DYING to be FREE
•
( ain't gonna allow no pain no more )
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Here I am being wishful again,
Wising for it hard
Bearing in mind, also the odds.
Yearning for it
Sometimes almost reaching out to it
To all that I aspire
Almost feeling it
A moment surreal
And then
Snatched back to the instance
By a blink
A snap
A blow yet of the softest touch
Create waves inside the head
It rises
It descends
Ripples
It soothes
Gradually
Into the nothing.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC