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I must recount a current fad,
In that night fastened in sleep.
Where I drew a red rosed card,
Spangled in memories of love so deep.
Mother laid, beside me still,
Fastened in sleep, strong of will.
I keep a list of the people I could have fallen in love with in my mind
It’s a list that grows by and by each day
Like the boy I “dated” in sixth grade
There's this one little bee
Born from a QueenBee's belly
And voila he's a he
Named after his Daddy.
Since he was small
We can't belittle
What he can do little
In our hearts sparkle.
Life journey is not easy
Not just to few but to many;
However coping will vary
Depends on how strong are we.
I was your ant
and you were my shoulder
We shared so much memories
and crashed down the walss
but these walls will forever stand firm
and these crosses will remind of our lost
Her's is a story of a man that exchanged his love for fame.
He lost his mind and soul while in pursuit of the game.
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midnight ping-pong ball
a gallant moon wakes the sky
unseen sun paints light
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They honk incessantly, bellowed bathsof incorrigible bass, pond pricks,but, oh to watch them flylarge V's slide sweetly.
He pretended he believed her
She did the same
Reciprocating impulses
push away, then suddenly contract.
When two worlds collide
new stars are birthed.
In the ashes of a post explosion
She was the wind's breath
alive and moving
with grace, a sweet slide
across the room.
When she kissed me
the world went away
but, like the sea
she too could roar.
Last night I saw you in a neon dream
all lit up in a throw back scene
the streets were wet in reflective haze
where the truth is shadowed
by the fire's blaze.
We talked of prized cheese
as if cheese was our master
in the great disaster of us,
Then mind spent, W(H)INE spent
on dreams only a fool would leave behind
we passed our own tests on our own
It was as much a hinder as a clatter
a soft splatter of broken love
delicious melted caramel
on creamy lips of summer fog.
I do not forget her of hers
a fine progression of my past;
If I were any man, or any man was I
the first thing we would know
of one another, should we know
anything beyond our way
is we both saw the light of day.
We were only jokingWhen we sat beneath the weeping willowThe soft hairs of your armsElectrocuting my sensesOur conversation went onIn silence
I have seen the splintered timbers of a forest losing pine, waiting ona fire to carbonate its time.
I know I am chemicals reacting to their tidesbut my mind it overulesa simpleton's design.
Like some provincial rain that came crisp
from latent springs sprung too tight
stored energy fast relinquished
down a sliding sun into new light
Some came to satisfy their queer attractionto be close to something deadthat draws such loud attention
Her eyes are the color green you can't describe without a viewThey soul speak of December leaning towards August's blue.The girl, the choice, the time, oh it must be forty years.
I crawled deep inside myself
sand crabbing my way to a deep security
there were no stars to gaze
Last I saw you we were in the north woods guitars in hand searching for that place in the music where harmony resides traveling down the highway of notes and chords from opposite directions
In the wake of thingswe surrendered below cutting cloudsyou to me, me to the reign of ages.
In a moments timethe world was bornour love's deathtook decades to complete.
They are confined in canyons of chaoswriting crayon graffiti in the dark corners of restless mindshither too, and hither from, come hither to a have not,a has been, a has to have, a half a man,always incomplete
Tidal changes of this floating heartwhen to stop, when to start?My pulse expands my waking mind.
She was lightheartedlike a feather in soft windsI was playing throw and catchwith girls still growing breasts.
He danced the Mapiko while stary-eyed
women looked on in fear
and lust.......unashamed
walking the dusty streets
searching for a cuandeiros
the dengue fever pitched
to the blazing ball of sun
There is no test to time for time itself is of rest, or work,of giving, living, loving, hating, lying, cheating, repeatingitself over and over, just as the soft clover rises in the Spring.
Delving into your personaI danced on tips of grassthat tickled my feetuntil my heart laughed
long before your hissy fitsrendered me into a small black box
It was the beauty of lifethe gold dust of dawnthe dripping, dipping, haloed moonthe crystal light of a summer noondressing my dreams of agape love.
These tribes of thought gathering tracks of non-compliancethis hardware-brain that racks pins waiting on a rollthese wars that internalize their every battlein the space between the filters of swift change
I am driven by such things as those that drive a hobo to a train
tall grass waving in a Midwestern field, August dry and gold
against the back drop of proud Rocky Mountain peaks
Side A
Find me on the flip-sideWhere vague percussionsTap below quarter-tones.
Part 1.
I tossed the day awayYeaton’s farm a memoryof waving cornsoft hill grasses the bent barnred in a gold sunbut, it is your eyesthat still live in me
If you’re sick and tired
Of our people getting shot
Then it’s time we change
The government we got
What’s the point of crying
Useless tears and leaking snot
They became achievers of dreamless destiny
After own thorough scrutiny
They leave tomorrow's unfulfilled
"Beautiful dreams of ours"
RARITY
Your glowing light,
lights my pathway,
I remember the smiles
assuring me of the future,
I feel the boundless joy in
your heart,
anytime success knocks the
door;
My dream isone thing &one thing only!!
I was born aParaplegic!!Growing up,I've been called a wholebunch of names!!
President Donald J. Trump
is planning on taking our
Medicaid & Medicare
away from us!!
Medicaid & Medicare
are my life!! I can't
live without it!!
I cannot pay out-
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
I hope
President
Trump!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Trump is
causing
more
trouble
than
ever!!!
"I am disabled
birth!! There
are a lot of us
all over the
world!! When
you see one of
us don't turn
away?!! Lend
a helping hand!!"
I am tired of
people calling
me prejudice!!!
I am not prejudice,
racist, or discriminate
against others...
I am friendly with
everyone except
that I get moody
"To All You Mothers
Who Are Pregnant
& Having A Baby,
Be Happy with What
You Have!! Whether
It's A Boy or Girl or
Whether It's Amulatory
or Non-Abulatory"!!!
Suicides,
why do people
want to harm
themselves &
for what?!!
Suicides,
what kind of
family lifestyle
did this person
have?!!
Suicides,
Child Molesters,
why are they on
this earth?!!
Child Molesters,
to think that all
of those minors
being hurt by
them!!
Child Molesters,
I wonder what
9/11/2001,
do you
remember
that awful
day?!!
Who can
forget right?!!
9/11/2001,
What was
going through
your minds
to see ISIS
blowing up the
Why did God create us?!!
God surely didn't create
us to murder, rape, other
assaults!!!
God created us in HIS
image yet there are
drug addict & drug
dealers. I don't understand
Don't underestimate
the power of the
disabled?!! Us disabled
have more strength than
you know!!!
We can Powerlift,
We can play
Shotput, We can
run a 200m relay
race!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump
cannot be trusted!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump
doesn't care about the
"American People"!!
He especially doesn't
care about us disabled
citizens!!
On Remission,
August 2010,
it was the
worst day of
my life!!
This is when
my Ocology
Doctor diagnosed
me with Acute
Leukemia!!!
At first my doctor
Why?!!!
Why do people think
us disabled individuals
are not capable of
writing poetry?!! Why?!!
Why?!!
Why do people think
us disabled don't have
the mind, body, &
Instagram, Facebook,
That is all it took,
Took to lead these teens
Out into the streets
To live what they'd seen
On some little screen.
Social Media, feeding the
Obsession. Expression
which switches
Depression to Repression.
Lies disguise
our devotion to true emotion.
Self-Hatred, the secret sacred
Entity for a hurting Identity.
Been a while since I last dropped something .. So,I thought I should drop a little something but as I type this in I realise I will not be able to,Simply because in all honestly I got nothing to drop.
Old friend,
look at me now.
As of late
I have taken over the minds of the privileged
drawing them in
playing with their words
like a musician does strings.
Finally,
We live in a world where we allow Facebook to run and control every situation we face.Even in our relationships we ran to Facebook to relay shit. When we in our feelings of course let's get on Facebook and see how we relate t
I had a good talk with a good someone. Realization that i don't have to keep any of you posted on nothing.. Nothing at all.
If you need to know , you probably know.
What horror has appeared on screenWhat ghastl things that can be seenFrom cyber-space an image bearsUpon my monitor with a thousand shares
Her eyes remain glued to her scruffy shoes,
As she roams aimlessly around the streets of uptown Nairobi.
She wants to keep her eyes veered away from the world,
So nobody can see just how wet they are.
Social media is the worlds imagination.
You can be anything you want.
Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular.
All you need is a few followers.
5:35 am
Here I am
Searching
I know not what I'm looking for
But I know
I need to find something
6:17 am
Here I am
Took one notification
To know what I'd hoped I'd find
I am booking my face and you are facing your book, all na Facebook.
They say and they write, 'the first time I saw you, I knew it was you'.
But how can I know it was you, when I have never seen your face physically?
Exposing my face on Facebook,
or tweeting my teeth on twitter.
That is not who I am really.
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
My most accurate portrayalresides at the top left corner of my screen;a face so exquisitely composed,so flawless in its feminine glory,it will never confess to being digitally perfected.
Social Media is a game controling our life.
Loging on to Facebook
Recieving "Likes"
Logging on to Twitter
Receiving "Favorites"
Logging on to Vine
Receiving "Revines"
These streets breaths in silence
And writes us all in sentence
Forever chained in this corners
With code names,I swear you don't want to see these hideous streets come to live at night
Who am I?
I am not my facebook page
I am not the number of likes on my Instagram post
I am no the numbe of retweets on Twitter
I am me.
I am loving, caring, and kind
I am friendly, funny, and quiet
i'm not perfect
and neither are you.
but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves
is to stop putting just our filtered face forward
and pretending that we are.
I hated the poetry sections of my high school English classes
I have Shakespeare to blame
Never couldeth I understandeth his tactics
So, naturally, with this I ask that God help me
F or those who lose sleep over the opinion of sheep,
L ose a sene of self-respect.
A dmiration for the things I have done
W ill never define who I truly am.
L eadership fuels my body on a daily basis, however
Wake up! The sound of your mother yelling your name as you smell the fresh coffee being cooked. So you while you’re getting dressed and doing your making up listening to music you hear beep beep a sound I set on as an alarm for Facebook.
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
Still like water, in the shade of palms
Beneath the arms, of a desert sun
This soul is calm, with the frequencies
Of the cosmos, flowing through me
Blue sky across rough horizon
Endless are these dry oceans
When you see my half smile and bright eyes from a flattering upward , slightly to the left, angle...what you cannot see is more important. The pain my heart and hurt in my veins do not flush to my cheeks or surface on my skin.
I signed up for Facebook without knowing the consequences
I didn't realize that when I logged in today the rumors would follow me here too
I scroll through an infinite number of notifications, accusations
Boarded up in my house
Doors locked
Curtains pulled
Trying to keep safe
They’re coming
There’s only a few of us left
That hasn’t been sucked in
By the blue logo
Hypnotizing us
Happy Anniversary 10 YRS TODAY FACEBOOK 4.2.2004----------- 4.2.2014
I don't usually rant
I'm so sick of how
It breaks my heart to think
I see this all the time
I don't like to rant
The social injustice
For how there's something
Wrong with the world
What will people think about you when you die?
What did you contribute
Besides snarky comments and online sighs?
You were so tough on facebook
Your comments on instagram really stung
Innocent people being hooked on the blue book,
becoming dull robots that speak in code;
it comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook,
by bribing you with a new mode.
Attention young people of the world, my peers!
It is not the end of the world if you forget your phone at home
or your device refuses to connect to the free Wi-Fi
It was so sudden, so crazy at first.
I was too insane to think.
I just did it, who wouldn’t?
I just had to connect to the link.
My mind started spinning,
My stomach started reeling,
You cant escape the social websites,
So addicting, it's like flies to bright lights.
You try to leave, but keep coming back for more,
But you only come to view your friends Temple run high score.
Behind the safety of the computer,
Bullies feel safe.
The steady rise of these bullies
Cause the increase of teen suicides.
Facebook.
The top social media site
That millions use,
I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers
Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother
Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point
Church congregation I reluctantly joined
Hi you, Van this is.
I love swimming, don’t you do.
Also I love random stuff
Like poem-ing while cooking
Like screaming while tasting
Cause it tastes so good
Asian food, a healthy way.
Johnny T. loves Lucy C.
Her 'About Me' on Facebook has his head spinning
Despite their corresponding class schedules
They have never had a conversation
Outside of the comfort of cyberspace
Facebook asking me to write something
Asking God to leak inspiration from my veins
Open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out my pain
It pains me, that I am not living to my full potential
When my mobile phone buzzes,
I am wide-awake and in anticipation.
I need to see what somebody did
In relation to my life.
Somebody has interacted
With me.
I matter.
I have made an appearance
No two stories are the same
Even the ones with alike names
Now here’s the story of a girl
Who met a boy and changed his world
They met on Facebook, yes that’s right
They met that day and talked all night
