I had a rhyme
and he had a reason
but my rhyme and his reason
weren't right for the season
and this thing called poetry,
plucked from a pocket
of space and time.
a blindly adorned subtlety
flowing from the wings
of angels' thoughts unthought,
but with sultry desire.
a rhythmic taste
of word salad
that fumbles all
too easily and too often
from the lips of poets that choke
on the salty aftertaste of
with a raucous brouhaha
likened to a howl
from the maw
of a wild banshee.
untamed and yet,
so wildly untainted
in the heat
of it's innocent discourse
that one can only
the sensation of the moment,
and know how it feels to
wear the cloak of truth.
4:03 AM 8/11/2013 ©
The perfect tides of perfect days, how silently they sweep away,
the truth which I have yet to know and honesty that cannot grow.
For hidden in the hearts of men, a secret that we must defend.
That those who are not, cannot be led by those with silence in their head.
But deep within the minds they know, how kindness and truth must too bestow.
aches & pains sever the line.
the train i've been tryin' to ride,
came off the tracks.
so here I am,
i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,
the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,
there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..
money burning all around, while you starve & whine-
out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.
i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,
so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,
i'll spit it right back out!
while you're at home, feeding your addictions..
greed, alcohol, drugs & sex..
i'll be taking care of all these convictions.
you're not good at fuckin manipulation,
cause in your words I can taste it,
the lies you've coughed out,
fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,
preservatives, fucking sick shit.
disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.
I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.
i'll be gone before you can count to 3..
never again will you see me..
blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..
darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.
into the heavens you cannot see,
because the pits of hell have taken over,
run away, lest it devours me.
sorry I couldn't help you,
the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.
so to this i'll take a toke,
the sheets were torn,
your eyes bled melting plastic,
& your heart withered in scorn...
A rhyme is deciphered in multiple ways,
Perception is vital,
As is the length of one’s daze,
The spelling of words can hold meanings construed,
Making some rhymes sound different
If heard, and not viewed.
Inflections on words can be easily read,
Better yet, when expressed from the heart…
…(not the head).
A title can mimic the gist of the rhyme,
Or take one on a journey
Through eons of time.
One thing is for sure about all that you’ve read,
When we touch with our heart,
And reveal in our head,
What we feel becomes worth something more when expressed,
On a piece of plain paper,
In truth or in jest!
You see, when stagnant feelings are held in the chest,
The results of this could be your worst or your best,
Transformed feelings have less chance to become,
Heart attacks that would otherwise
End lives of some.
Title change 2013
There is another side to you,
And you are the other side.
Always something you can't see,
But know it's there, when you see me.
Reflections of each other's faces,
Filling in our empty spaces.
Sun and stars we orbit 'round,
We only think we live on ground.
Underneath cascading skies,
One day we'll untie all these lies.
Until then let's waste some time,
Since there is space for us to rhyme.
My physical strength
Isn’t what makes me strong
But my knowledge to know
What’s right from wrong
I see it clearly
My full expectations
I focus on the positives
And not the limitations
I believe in mind over matter
The power of will
To believe is to succeed
Which makes me feel fulfilled
My mind is my strength
Not my weakness
It’s also a gift
That gives us all uniqueness
Emerging from the depths of darkness,
lurks a being, so cold and heartless.
It's vision is gone, for many years lost.
Other senses are strong, well worth the cost.
It preys upon weakness and tracks down the small.
It plays with uniqueness, attacking us all.
The movement is silent, not even a sound,
A definite improvement, for a tyrant renowned.
It deals, it feels, with selfish ideals.
It steals and reveals it likes you for its meals.
Don't write or recite or attempt to excite,
The height and the might of the parasite.
Seek not to maim, blame, or even defame.
For the same frame gave the monster its name.
When caught in the light you see its enormity
Afterthought, you're right, its name is conformity.
There is something crucial I feel I should mention,
amidst all of this newfound attention.
This truly is a miracle for me.
I'm not being satirical, an honest decree.
For a time now I've been feeling depressed,
This point I believe I've already professed.
Despite the test and rhyming jest,
I must attest, defeated and stressed.
I'm overwhelmed and in pain with the daily mundane.
I strain to explain, yet detain my disdain.
They succeed to impede my right to be freed.
I plead and agreed to concede to their greed.
Trapped, alone, overpowered with despair,
Strapped, overthrown, a coward unaware.