"xxxxxx" poems
This is not poetry.
I'm sorry to disappoint.
XXXX ** *** XXXXXX.
X'X XXXXX ** XXXXXXXXXX.
OOOO OO OOO OOOOOO.
O'O OOOOO OO OOOOOOOOOO.
This is not ironic. This is what we are.
xoxo
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
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xxxxx xxxxxx
KRISHNA !
Bold
YE warrior COME !
Krishna Krishna
The fires of this very night
Gonna lead to a violent Dawn
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KRISHNA !!!!!!!! !!!!!!!! !!!!!
O
Boys will be boys
When they choose to be Men
Look at all the evil
And the ugliness
Guess it's time to stop studying
And to go and take the test
• •• •
KRISHNA !
bold WARRIOR
Come
Krishna
Krishna
KRISHNA !
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
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ON THE UNEXPECTING
A BOMB IS SET IN
WAIT • IT CAN
SHATTER ANYONE
RICH • POOR • SMALL
OR GREAT • THERE IS
METHOD TO ITS EVIL
THERE IS FALLOUT IN
ITS WAKE • THERE IS
|NO RECIPROCATION|
THERE IS NO GIVE "N
TAKE • THERE IS ONLY
SELF-OBSESSION THE
BOMB OF POISON KIND
IT'LL MESS 'ROUND IN
OUR BODY IT'LL MESS
AROUND WITHIN THE
MIND • HAVE A FUNNY
FEELING CRAZY BUT IT
|BE TRUE • THE LOVE|
BOMB DROPPED IS A
NARCISSIST AND
GROUND 0 IS
YOU**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/20/2016
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
5:00 am - Happy New Year!
I look like I should be a musician not a poet.
"It's so easy being a poet
so hard being a man"
- Charles Bukowski
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5:14 am - Passing Rocklea, no sign of the dawn.
Coopers Plains station.
3 people get on.
Florescent lights cast a spell of sleep.
I wish I could sleep right now.
Eyelids droop like sad flowers from a convenience store.
I write metaphors like a drunken amateur.
Trinder park - Sounds like a bad neighbourhood.
**** ME ITS WOODRIDGE.
Where even the McDonalds sign is ******
XxXxxxxxx, Xxxxxx Xxxxxx :
She could be fun. So tight, she sometimes felt illegal.
Tight and bald. I would slide up to the *****
She loved it rough,
golden hair wrapped around my fingers
as she was pushed into the pillow.
She was loud in the mornings.
I could feel her tight ***
grinding against my thighs
as I ****** her harder and harder.
Until I came :
either inside her.
Or on her chest.
Or in her
prim
pink
suburban mouth.
Tightening my grip on her hair as the hot ***** spurted against the back of her throat.
The head of my **** throbbing as she gulped it down with silent satisfaction.
That only happened twice though.
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5:37 am - The Dawn begins to rise over the Suburban Nation.
Final remnants of night
twinkle like stars
against the silhouette
of society.
House lights
Street lights
(and the omnipresent)
fluorescent light.
Beenleigh station - A pinch faced older woman gets on.
Business suit, lunch box.
Short hair, glasses.
Her earrings are imitation mother of pearl
(step-mother of pearl?)
She sits next to a window covered in graffiti.
Prim, tight mouth
incarnadine lipstick.
Over in the distance a smokestack cuts through the sky above the horizon.
Trees do mask the sun and sky.
"Hippies; they spend their whole life trying to get to a microphone and when they do, they don't tell anyone to **** off." - The Wolfman.
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5:52 am - One more stop.
The clouds are the colour of smoke against the pearl blue sky.
----
6:00 am - Arrival.
Clouds are tinged with fire and blood
incandescently.
You can watch it spread and grow
with intensity.
Taxi driver was a foul mouthed Indian.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
x.
understand that nothing is real.
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search for art in all that you see (for art is present in all things).
***
art is everything, nothing is real. we are left to conclude that art is nothing, nothing is art, or perhaps everything is nothing-which makes art more real than nothing, because it is in fact something.
xxxx.
when we smoked cigarettes in the alley way during winter, our backs against the cold brick wall; well, darling, that was art.
xxxxx.
you made poems and paintings and songs and dances, but i’d never seen anything more real (or perhaps less real) than the way your eyes looked when they were in love. and that, well that was the truest art there could ever be.
xxxxxx.
understand that your love is everything, and everything is art, but nothing is real, or art is nothing. my words will never quite be right, but your eyes in love were the rightest thing that never existed -(or existed more than anything).
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Place your gentle hands on my skin, take me away to a fairytale
because I cannot bare reality.
I know when we are twisted under sheets, it's her who you see.
My body burns to feel you close
and be your only one.
Mask up my thoughts, I know she's there,
but when you sleep with me, it doesn't even matter.
One day you'll see, what I really mean, as you caress my flustered cheeks.
I don't really know what else to say, just constantly waiting, for the day, you walk
away
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
It’s only a short straight hill
(First Poem.of the Year)
“I'm 69, newly homeless, and can't wait to start the journey of a creative life after being asleep for so long. It's only a short straight hill and I'll be on a path into a new life.”
Jeremiah B Xxxxxx Jr.
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it is
4:11am
on the
first day
of a new
year.
a year
is a unit;
mathematically
measurable,
defined,
calculable,
divisible
by seconds,
minutes,
hours & days,
all artifices,
mutually
acknowledged.
you,
& others,
remind
me too easily,
that the
creative
is the only
path
to endless,
(a unit immeasurable)
reinvigorating
life.
your fragrant
optimium optimism
is stun
gun overpowering,
the ill defined,
but instantly
understood,
immeasurable
distance,
you foresee
to life better is
conquerable!
”only a short straight hill”
imbues me to lift
head, heart, arm
& unloved dried ink pen,
to pen,
to unpack,
to speak,
of all that
needs climbing,
over the
artificial lines
of the first unit
of time:
a new year.
thank you.
Sun Jan 1 2023
NYC
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
Peter taking Mark
behind the big rock in the park,
pushing his peter to the mark;
Mark screamed, "u're killing me,"
Peter said, "Be quiet, I'm almost done.
I'm done now." Standing,
"Now I'll do u," said Mark.
Shirley the Squirrel lived seven
blocks downtown up a cobblestone
alley; there were men gathered
in the alley every night Shirley
would be upstairs; no one ever
met Shirley b/c Sheila charged
a buck less & didn't mind the hard
cobblestone on her bruised backside
Sol came to Lot's backdoor & knocked;
what do u want, Sol said Lot
& Sol asked for a beer; go get ur own,
shouted Lot; ah, but if the Lord asked
u for a beer wouldst thou deny him?
Is the Lord at the bar right now, asked
Lot, if he is I'll buy a round for the house;
Sol went away thirsty never to know
whether the Lord was indeed at the bar
at that very moment;
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
I know your game
You better be ready
because me and Glynny Boy
are gonna get yaa!
Drew, watch out
I know what your up to
and you Bathsheba
and you Swanson
Lol jokesy I'm not a mind reader...
I like Salmon and BACON sanni's
Lots of love
Howard
XxxxxX
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
do not ask me....?
the level, reaction we have...?
we meet, strangers? but..?
trully happy to see you, speak,
like we know each other....?before?
life is hard, hurtfull, not fair and yet beautiful, amazing!
glad to see you in the flesh, it did me good!
xxxxxx
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
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Rest here
( Pain lingers )
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We laugh at the dying world
XXxxXX
The power that you are !!
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( ( you ? or everybody ? ) )
••
Be what you are
THE IMMUNE SYSTEM OF LIFE ITSELF
The heart of creation
Humanity
Coming together
To heal and be healed
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
I want real friends
not facebook friends
real kisses not xxxxxx
on line not vertical freiends
not cyber games
but real arms to hold
I don't want a vertical life
or love
just to arms to hold me
and to be loved and be a lover
and a friend that's real and true
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC
.
Was a girl
I knew from
Baltimore
•
SHIRLEY (?)
( yeah yeah !
That was her name ! )
"" ""
XxxxxX
We drink we touch we climb.
High places for awhile
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Will the
Mother of the Gods
EVER
appear
?????
""
If you are not the
SON OF MAN
Whose son are you ?
)()()(
Just be who you are
& call yourself what
You want
But I only make fun
Of the people I love
••
Into outer / inner space
Dripping blood
( NO NO NO !!!!
FORGET THE BLOOD !
BLOOD 'S FOR STUPID
ANTI --LOVE POEMS !
//
Okay !
Now
Where were we (?)
Oh yes
//
Into inner / outer space
we all come
Face to face with
Buddha 's face
& we know what He sees !
( oh my god !
What He sees '! )
When he sees you or me
---
On and on
The spaceship ride
Till
( in the words of
JIM MORRISON )
We break on thru to the
Other side
X
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Mary lived before
Jesus but before she
was a mother, god
was god before she
was Mary, Jesus
was god before she
was Mother Mary
if Jesus is god &
Mary is Jesus'
mother & god
is god, Mary is
god's mother too
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
XxxxxX
:: ::
0 • • 0
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Refugees
Strung out
Cross the plains
The death song sung by everyone
••
( we just wanted ----- to please )
•
Where shall we go ?
We don't even know
Where we are
Or what's happening
••
Lookin for a Love
Hey !
Sing that song out loud
••
Somethin ta eat
••
Someone ta meet out on the road
••
Where are we ?
( and who am I talking to anyway ? )
•
Oh well
All alone ?
Guess I'll just do it on my own
Ain't one ta let anyone down
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Mxx xxxx ** xxxx xxxx **
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this is all that need be said
quietly it has all been said
w/ not a word we spoke &
spoke as children fall asleep
the poet spoke anon & she
listened quite attentively to
the sounds of industry revived
in the rust belt; miners &
dynamite exploding holes
so I repeat ** *** ** xxxx
*** xxxx xxxxx ** *** x
xxxxx xxxxx *** x xxxx **
reading poetry quietly in ur ear
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
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xxxxx xxxxxx
she ain't comin back again
No
She ain't
She ain't comin back Again
//
Follow
Follow
( yeah )
Follow
SHE AINT COMIN BACK AGAIN
BACK AGAIN
//
If you got the Courage
You can wander through the Mountains
You can call upon
All
The Trembling Powers
//
You may
Drink from the Sacred Waters
••
She ain't comin back again
But you may follow
Unto the
Mountains
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
You cling to the past
but with each day that passes you feel it slipping from your grip
more and more
until all you have left seems to touch you in the form of
flashbacks
deja vu
dreams
anything to remind you of what once was
sometimes you wish you could tighten your grip before it's too late
but it is too late
the memories you have
of that person
of that relationship
can't be brought back
too much has changed
too much has happened since then
that person
that relationship
no longer exists
so why torture yourself over something you no longer have any control over?
because if you could go back you would've done things differently
I wouldn't have gone back to *** until I was healed that way our second chance might've lasted a lifetime
I would've left *** after the first red flag so I could look back and appreciate all of the good without all of the bad
I would've given xxxxxx a real chance regardless of my fear of being hurt
but I can't go back and neither can you
so this is an ode to my past
thank you for teaching me endless amounts of love lessons
thank you for forming me into the person that I am today
thank you for letting me have control in where I leave you
and where I leave you is right here
no further will you go along this journey with me
I hope you understand
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
It’s easy to hurt,
It’s hard to walk away
It’s easy to run
Harder to hide
It’s easy to hate you
Harder to fall in love
These tears are the soundtracks
To my good byes
So why is it
That when I’m crying
Only you can dry my eyes
We’re stronger than love
That’s why it hurts so deep
Eyes wide open
I wish you were next to me
I see you through the screen
And I want to touch your skin
Make you feel everything
You make me feel within
There’s a thin line
Between love and hate
You make me feel those
Every other day
It’ll be easier if you were
Right in front of my face
I guess that’s why we’re so apart
God has given us our fate
I know we’re not perfect
There’s a lot we could work on
We haven’t even finished the first page
There’s a whole volume of books
We still have to work on
I’ve never tried this hard to hold on
It’s always been easier to just leave
But I’m telling you I love us
I have way more tricks up our sleeves
There’s no one in this world I would rather
Work on myself with
You & I have this sudden karma
It’s what makes us go “Click”
I think too far
Instead of right what’s in my face
I always want seconds
Before I finish my first plate
I’ll choose you
Every single time
You are my one and only
You complete our true divine
I don’t wanna work on this
With anybody else
So let’s just bury these problems
And put them on a shelf
Xxxxxx❤️ - I love you
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
A formidable war,
Waged to control and contain,
To enslave and enrage.
Engaged.
xxxxxx
Never ending,
No peace allowed,
This is how ..... To destroy and control.
Puppets to a show,
Lambz to the slaughter.
Never again will they ..
.
Be safe.
They made their bedz ..... To lay.
Funny how timez ..... Stay the same.
Itz up and away??
No.
Remain caged.
Into the ring.
Until I conform again,
To their ..... Agenda?
No .....
I'll throw them all in the blender.
Well ..... I ..... Already Did.
They'll never see their ..... Actions,
Until it smashes them.
Scrambles for ..... Everything.
You'll end up with .....
.
..
.
Nothing in the end.
.....
.....
.....
.
.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
) **** O *** (
xxxxxx
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we shall stay together forever for we met in Reality
//
Everyone sees a different sun in the sky
•
No 2 gods are the same
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I don't love you because I want to
I don't love you because I have to
I love you because all there is is love
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Perhaps someday we shall marry
**
When one marries it is a wonderous thing
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Every child is sacred
We both know that
That knowledge is a god
///
We walk the beach sundown till dawn
Every star in the skies knows us by name
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
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)
Slips away
_______
The long boat the grungy pier the emptiness
The boy still dreams of the mystic sea
Sees the dying world
( Refuses to believe )
///// ////
I too am there
( You too in the shadows of the window above the bar )
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We live in the **** of the great betrayal
Come let's go
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Thru the red streaked death of the sky
And the poisoned stink of what once were oceans
To the power of the song so hidden but still here
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She has lovely eyes
:::
Her ******* hang loveless in heaviness
Will the young boy ............. (?)
XxxxxX
The tide of the lost time
Slips away
She races down the stairs and out the door
Crying madly
Calling forth
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Oh yes he waits
Oh god almighty of course he waits
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC