California
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From panic to pandemonium
Where Richter Scale measured impact
People screamed in delirium.
Californians cried in a hum
Packing, running with lives intact
From panic to pandemonium.
I’ve been addicted to smoking,
since before I was born
The ecstasy of inhalation
I can hardly catch my breath
Call it the curse of the addicted
Unable to stop no no matter how much I may want to
I' ma lover, not a fighter,
I said it all the time,
Keep smiling, push through, ignore it,
I didn't even realize,
That wading through life like this was the fight,
Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
SOME inspiration of the virtual Lovers
comes from the distant inner worlds
brings you a shaft light of the heart
angelic soul that illuminates your insight
YOU know that nothing seems impossible
This journey begins in the golden state,
Where waves well and traffic too turns time late,
And travels to the prideful lone star realm.
Trust me -- I am not the man at the helm.
The lily
is the flower for a home.
But Californian poppies
make me feel so home sick
Roses make me angry,
and any flower from Britain
Is a flower for a whore.
But lilies
Once upon a time
There was no prince.
Once upon a time
There was no castle.
Once upon a time
There was no happily ever after.
The whispers of secrets
Tucked away they lie
Seemingly quiet as crickets
Yet as boisterous as the sky
Bending down to touch the earth
Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook
i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time. no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
All my lifeI have never owned my own suitcase.
Every family trip or vacation I borrowed from my mother or even my father, in order to stow my belongings for the road ahead.
there go my girls
they're arm in arm
palm tree girls that
keep me warm
bring on the sunset
my summer stars
boardwalk fairs and
stealing hearts
Bell Glass
I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
Je suis
Click, click
Black heels reverberate smoothly in sync with the
lithe body of a metal barrel
shining in the streetlights an omen
Ocean eyes keep me in sight
Its hand tenderly holding mine
Ensuring I’m kept in the light
The rolling waves, embellished with the unknown
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
I go to sleep waiting to dream
To get away from life everything seen
Fighting each other they love what they see
That's what they want beg and bleed for some feed
Oh well I'll just start slanging some weed
So hot and so dry,
Sometimes I wonder why everyone enjoys the heat.
Unbearable,
Crushing,
Suffocating!
But I manage,
and so do all my friends and peers.
Because summer is a time
Sirens, sirens, sirens
In the city of Angels
But where is the light?
Gum ridden sidewalks
Palm Trees
And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens
It's hard.
It's hard.
Sparks ignite
The arid fields
And childhood memories
A glow
Hangs like hell above
Bathed in warm light
Flames climb
The walls of the house
In which we once slept
Hopes
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me,
It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me.
Academics are great, and so is the school,
But the people all here act like a fool.
I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Grains of sand wiggle their way between my impatient toes
The glimmering ocean waves three yards away
Surreptitious seabirds sidle towards a fisherman’s catch
Timid crabs scuttle from one eroded rock to another
The Santa Ana winds roll in every year.
They go about making things dusty and dry.
They are strong and forceful but there's no need to fear.
They persuade the dust of the Earth to make you cry.
Ever since I laid my eyes on you, nothing was the same.
Even the clouds I land on change
Like setting fire to the motherfucking rain
From the first time to the next,
Or the next to the first time
It will rain today.
The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.
And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
Footprints in the sand vanish from under the howling winds of the great mosaic.
The Mojave lends all but safe passage. mountains rise and fall as the footprints ascend and descend their creviced skin of rock and stone.
She will fill me with glee,
when she finally decides to come to California with me.
I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country,
though I have never been,
so when, when, when?
Los Angeles, California. What is it like?
Sunny weather, super stars, flashing lights.
That’s what people think L.A. is like.
But they don’t know about South Central and all of its fights.
I’d be leaning against a thick tree,
staring off into the green with a film of sweat across my lip
and the smell of dinner slipping across the field
mixed with the settling of the freshly-mowed grass.
We gather.
We wait.
We silently anticipate.
The sun dips down,
The waves dance up.
The crashing touch
Of Mother Earth
And the King of the Sea
Produce a sight of beauty.
Born in the City of Angels
To the King of demons.
Devils arise from thirteen hells,
And kill for all reasons.
Members are marked by blood and ink,
powder plasters their lungs;
I see the clock counting time,
The minutes passing by.
tic tock tic tock…
The noise in beat with my heart
Is it the end of an hour,
Or just a new start?
Tic tock tic tock…
Graduation, here we come
We pass on down the blue and white
We're out of here, we're gone
We're getting out tonight
