Posts Tagged ‘ word ’

Death is too slow

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For those
That still
feel.
Know.
That there is still love.

For the pulse
That still beats,
You’re alive
And doing well,
Above.

those
That know not
The gentle
And the,
sweetest of touch.

I impatiently
Seek the magnet
That will hopefully
Shut me
The F*** up.

Jealous me

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Where you rest your head,
Is your home.

Reserved
Over my heart,

Is For you,
And
you alone.

Where I’d rest mine
I’d never let go.

Not until you shoo me away
Because it’s time for us to go.

Even then
I’d fight
just a little,
Since my understanding
is slow.

The simplicity
Of playfulness
Only knows
That in which shows
the same road.

I know nor want
Anything else,
Ask The Lord
For he knows.

That’s why he’s jealous.
And that’s why
I long for,
Like I hold.

The trinity is brief
So I’m primarily at peace,

In the waves of your love
As the world
sways us
To and fro.

Forsaken & damned
Is how I feel
When separated
& left to roam.

I’m a man
Of the desert
So cry for me not
I
Welcome the cold.

Just not that of which
I have to go through alone.

Which is ironic
Since that’s the only time
I feel Death fan
Her icy tingly blow.

And that seems
To be
my on going
Open letter & poem.

I suppose.

Until The Lord,
Forgives me
For being
Such an asshole.

Following the sirens
That his word,
Warned me
not to follow.

My jealously
Is the meat,
That sticks to your ribs
& to your bones,

And all that flows
Inside you.
Until I do.
Lastly & forever more.

From The Ground Up

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don’t rush to plant

or else it wont,

grow with love

the earth absorbs…

all of which

stems from it,

if now isn’t ripe

then when is it?

bright ideas

don’t just fall from lips,

it takes more than a sowers intention

& the seeds knowledge from within,

to develop any sort

of relationship…

Don’t feed after midnight

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It’s been
A whole year
Since
The last time,
What did
One learn
Besides
How to pass the pass time?
Don’t feed
night desires
Since those demons
Knowhow to walk
down
that
fine line,
Experimental
It is not
When results are expected
Prior to
looking back
in hind sight.
Oh .
Yeah..
You…
Recite….
Is it
Too late
To ask
I don’t
Want to
Have
to Fight,
Hoping that
the time
That It takes
To think thought
It Doesn’t Take away
all of my
might.
A year
I gasp
Lets not
Repeat
with violent spite.

getting around

hurt

is one feeling

I don’t intend

on passing on,

but I can’t help

the role I play

if I’m not

floating on a cloud,

I carry heavy weight

burdens

that wont

allow me to carry on,

my god took them away

but I picked them back up

as soon as I felt

grown…

I

can handle this

this is only

but a kiss,

if cupid

shoot

then

may she miss,

I don’t know

if I’m ready

to just

up and quit,

I just

realized

the power of my words

oh how passion stems from the lips,

my dear if you

lay lifeless

understand its just shock

in time you’ll get over this

The Art Of

you can’t

make everyone

happy

I’m learning that,

they want you to go left

but not from what is left

so you go and give them what is right

yet still you catch the same slack,

the master

wants the young grass hopper

to think that the pebble they have

no one can ever snatch,

however like art

words no matter how direct

are still but allusions for interpretation

to be in sync doesn’t always match,

games end and start

when both players play on a the table

and fast math still doesn’t calculate

the power in the sleight of hand,

so once the dust has settled

and the howling wind finally comes to a calm

and every one is being honest (the truth is out)

why do we continue to play pretend?!?!

if one has you

by the balls

how can you

stomp your feet/ wave your hands and still make demands?

so what comes to light

do we ignore when in our sights

or do we use the rapport we’ve built

and let them know we understand?

knip it

in the bud

before its gets

way to out of hand,

I guess

that’s what happen

and that’s why

I got canned,

we all know

the revolution is coming

 we (the company) don’t need a bottom of the barrel dummy

getting all these underprivileged  people in need to make a stand.

.

.

.

damn.

/////(the second bullet point that was made

on my termination

was that

we were discussing the kelly thomas case

and that I stated

that some police “show no restraint”.

This client I was speaking with

has an old retired vet

who knew the system

and was no down on his luck.

Instead of getting preachy

as the previous poem questioned,

and just agreeing with the man,

[I call it “yes, yes’in’em”]

They took that as one of my stances.

Which may or may not be

but that’s not the case

because its irrelevant

to the fact that I was trying to

sweep him off the phones,

as to what they [the company] apparently wanted

instead of getting into deep conversation

but even that didn’t sit well with them)////

a back up plan to back up another back up plan

I go through out my days

trying my hardest to ignore my own reflection,

just in case I don’t like what I see

I don’t have to be hit with my consciousness hesitation,

until one day out of the blue she decides to pop out and  hit me

with a simple enough of a question,

how do you do what you do

with no remorse or any sign of stressing,

I actually do, stress so much 

I have to have  another/other back up plan for said similar situation,

that may bounce back around & inside my mind to lie

but to be damned isn’t one of my many many temptations,

so I dig another hole to cover up the hole

that just caved in,

im starting to confuse my self

this sort of thought process may need another arrangement.