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to my father(1); everyday he gets older and older his figure is not as straight as before it's clearer now; he won't live forever his back hurts; weaken like the Commodore
everyday he is closer to his bed over the years his weight has gone crazy wife's barely recognize him from their wed' cruel medicine didn't help sadly
can barely walk, and not without his cane can not hear whispers, cannot bite his cheek... one day he was strong; almost inhumane and the next day he became sick and weak
wife, lover, kids, jobs, pets he got it all now he waits his final sleep, don't we all?
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to my father(2) once a fierce moutain now an hollow hill; from a volcanoe to a sleeping knoll; age stroke you as thunder to the windmill you became stiff as a sun bathing troll
once an ocean, now just a muddy pond; you rose high as waves but crashed forever your tombstone will be found by vagabond, as a sunk boat unveiled by explorer
you used to whirl as a wild hurricane, now blow like a summer's refreshing breeze, a whisper of a past life, a past reign you carried your share of clouds; paid your fees
you saw all the seasons now is the time it sadden me so much, can't find a rhyme...
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no inspiration another dozen-ish of hollow lines I want to write, I want to give my best but got no idea. Is that god's signs? maybe he is putting me to the test
I am like a kid walking down the beach wanting to tame the ocean, take it down but the water would stay out of his reach not knowing that if he did, he would drown
so long ago... can't recall my last spout waiting, I emptied so many kettle... I believe my ocean might have dried out... it was more like a lake or a puddle
then finally ends this silly poem a slow one... hope you don't die of boredom
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the maiden he saw her first at this umpteenth wash house, her skin pearly white; hair golden as wheat a field he wanted to sooner espouse her eyes as blue as stream the clothes meet
her lips were luscious and red as a rose no doubt you have to act with precaution like avoiding stepping on thorns or toes when dancing to the song of seduction
her laugh was like the chirping of a bird making one with the flow of the river giving dear nature one more daughter, word hands gentle as dew, or so you wonder
but that was in a burg, one of many he wished to return aft' the enmity
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Sleeping beauty she is smart, tall, young, fair, svelte and gracious, she used to run like a deer in the wood so pretty, it is almost outrageous in this bleak world, she was all that is good
but one day she did a fatal mistake simply getting into a stranger car not realizing here what was at stake that was after her hours at the bar
now a stray walker has found her ashore her body, to all eyes completely naked she is pale, her cheeks now without color she is as lifeless as the nearby mud
sometimes what a pure gift causes your fall with her it's her beauty we will recall
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Narcos The scorching sun hits my pale gringo skin All while the wine clears my tight and dry throat I daydream of becoming the kingpin of this mansion, its garden and the boat
but for now all I have is my hunger one that can not be tamed by any meal I could work a common job forever and still I would think this is surreal
this was built with the dirtiest money still don't know how they do the laundering can't complain though, I get a salary but it makes the ill world o so tempting
at least I won't be rotting in no jail but death is too the reward if you fail
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stuck in a cell wake up, eat, study, eat, study, eat, sleep rinse and repeat to dodge a grim career wake up, eat, work, eat, work, shop, eat, clean, sleep rinse and repeat eleven months a year
truth is you lay down the bricks of your path that you'll walk til' you run out of heartbeats of course others' luck will trigger your wrath don't let failures overshadow your feats
one day you will pay for the damages some fools think there is a fair set price list but that is far from how god manages and don't forget that your wrong deeds exist
you are free so don't wake up to a bell and realize that you built your own cell
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sand in an hourglass, up and down it goes, greatness to sadness, temper as the glass looks solid, ends up in pieces; some woes? not as much as your foes; le coup de grace being death; finally at peace, all dark started with light,the circle is complete curtains fall,a show full of episodes lots of water, you embark on the ark everything in pairs, same and opposite, ying yang, black white; to unusual roads,
noir, mysterious, source of a polar, goat's song; an endless cycle, regular such is the story of a bipolar
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potpourri indivisibility is our prime, all on the same ark, on the same school car, babel ain't bout alliance but nature climb the next step is the rocket, to afar!
we face the same wrath, c02's a cloud, knows no frontiers; maybe we shouldn't too, we survived the bombs and formed a crowd, earth is shaking, open our arms, gates, view
save the oceans, forests; and our city? get up, let's them out, off, be patient, kind... all those lil moves, that's solidarity hold the door, apologize, don't cut, mind...
it's not about being a sub, managed, it's just show you are the bigger one, schooled
every move is planting that olive tree, think of the wise they knew back then, like Ceos the unproved theorem, the stone's clear key lesson's simple, the teachers are cientos
the dreamer's asleep, yet we ain't awake... did you take notes? a race of a weird kind.. all in that torpor, still after the quake we rebuilt the ruins, what about our minds ?
to friends: our tables, aren't our spoons long 'nuff ? we like to dress up, y not dress others ? shelters, elders, youth, there is so much stuff... we love to learn, let us be the teachers... !
as you see I don't know much 'bout the yard this was a rambling. I'm a simple bard
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this one is really bad, just to practice some rhyme no sense at all another one coming soon after that.
rambling for christmas I feel stressed out, I should've gotten out I'm laughing and turning hysterical been drinking whisky until I black out adding coffee so I'm maniacal
my thinking can't be deemed manichean talking to random girls cause I'm lustful hateful too, shouldn't tell my practician doubtful bout it, also I've turned hurtful
sexting into lying feels cathartic that game I know some will say is gruesome but it helps me feel way less pathetic
that story was not really wholesome writing while I'm turned on by a bosom those were just rhymes for my style to blossom
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Got a weird idea and tried to experiment a little: lots of education that’s my story it's all joyous until I was a sophomore I could dissert about Dalloway and existentialism
then in my formation came the specilization I was not interet by hitory and economy I was so dubious bout my future it got me anxious what kind of expert could I convert myself into, it was already May and everyday I’d try to be live through hedonism and epicureanism
then I used my imagination to find liberation and satisfaction using my sanity and bravery to make a choice for eternity I wasn’t so curious about life but it’s precious and should be delicious, I was closing door, but there were galor to open, just needed a bit of valor then I decided to invert my time into a desert to find a dessert like taking a highway or railway, away from barbarism or loyalism but more into moralism, mens sana yadda ydda
my illusion became a creation of a machination and idealization and then my mind committed treachery, everything became blurry and eerie, I thin k I became zany, my emotions were various, from furious to nervous all while being humorous, I was drifting furthermore from the shore more and more way from softcore, I became inert, no more alert, insert the disease here, whatever you advert, I turned into a runaway sending mayday but the bay was out of sight, I became a stray, danger was exercising its magnetism didn’t know what to believe communism or protectionism, racism or creationism
I was an abomination trying to find a cushion in a mansion to fusion my anger with desperation the imagery of my mind was like sorcery got me fidgety not free but crazy every task seemed laborious and enormous, while superfluous and atrocious not gracious looking for hardcore distancing my self from being a donor for any commodore that would take me out my stupor I was a pervert clicking on advert to divert myself that was my little covert to look at pert ass now this is a portray that dismay me, but I’m out of that strange holiday, I walk down the doorway getting to that hallway, I kept a weird mannerism, remind people of expressionism turned away from amateurism hope I won’t get an aneurysm but I have lots of optimism. Merry Christmas.
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christmas time waking up to a white christmas nice sight dreaming of going up and down those hills don't unwrap your package before midnight think of the bells, they're source of muffled shrills
candy and treats, always some new bars tenders chick for some, crispy and juicy christmas movies with your favourite stars chimney all clean, fire just by the tree
for the gifts don't forget some batteries prepare your socks, put them up for santa cookies 'n' milk, lots of deliveries Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, ha!
ambiance is set, now find a nice spot but wait, that smell! time to stir the hot pot
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I feel like I can't reach the next step, always a bit missing, this one I kinda like though: Annie you play the innocent, still as water you open to any twist really, or you ask for a screw, he a player, or with a pop, on new year specially
you're caged and fulfill that role pretty well your singing and dancing is known to all your smell and robe too, so let's swirl ma belle your butt matters too. you break if you fall
destroyed like our life, too much and you kill but leaving you would be so damn harmful shelves of your kind, we always pay the bill! you piss me off! make me throw up! charmful
in your embrace I'm warm, you grip my guts you make the real me come to life, that's nuts
PS: is the subject obvious? Tell me if it's easy to see what this is about beside a woman...
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Tomorrow... the idea takes you to wonderland, you've fallen through so many rabbit holes, spent hours dwelling on it, it grazed your hands, it appears in your dreams, tale as the scrolls
you keep saying one day maybe. Stop it! you give yourself heart and soul, so lil' gain but the struggle...sadly you can't bear it and yet another year has passed, again
after a few springs, you wake up one day your body stiff, past your time, past your prime your idol are of the past, all is grey, the younger scene has taken over. I'm
here alone, you think in your illusion in your fantasy , your sole creation
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was forced to wait a little doing nothing...
waiting always expecting something to happen, you look at the clocks and keep wondering, a feather? is this an angel fallen, it's just a pigeon, you keep on waiting
it strikes midnight, it's yet another day one or two hours and you will fall asleep what keeps you awake silly, if I may ask? A pit of memories, ascent's steep
next day you open your eyes and here it is, the one day you have been waiting for you look at the clock, tick tock bit by bit a ray of sun, is it the creator?
it's just a cloud passing, nothing to see take a nap, dinner ...it's midnight, blimey
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update refresh the page for new exciting news orange lil square and you are curious. proof is you who click on it to see what brews clickbait catch your eyes but you got wise no goof!
with books the page you turned to see the next new thing. the fresh nice whiff of baked lil cakes which cause your gut to crave them, like a text to your great brain, it is a comp', their takes
not mine! for thoughts some food! some subs, some chans, you're subs to loads of feeds, you sated your greed of free and fun lil larks and tweets to fans, to press, the world doesn't sleep nor stop, as weed
it grows on all at hand support! press it, f five, the key to see the new hip hit
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trash and bash mistreated, cash missing, failed artist. crashed life, down and trapped, nice day no flow, bad day no drops, opposite maybe, always smashed, taking all you can, found a place to lay?
the dark now, cold too, danger, ep'n'phrine, hunger, thirst, rash, shame, anger first, trash same paper needed to dream, without you're in your head too long it breaks, end of the game
you think they are brash, but you did not plan, some cash one day? damages that can't be erased, with you, in you, are you, as brann, feel the grip of a life you try to flee
your flow will stop, then they'll remember, that, of society you're a member
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two friends two sitting, chatting, about all and noth', as birds muttering under the sun light as frogs ribitting before eating moth, discussions gets heated and then they fight
they talk about gossip, and work and love they talk about past present and future they watch pedestrians, wait for the dove the one of peace for the world and nature
the one they hope to one day grow old in season after season, then year's over and never 'gain will they meet, to the bin their work, memories fade of him, of her
she meets a friend and the stories repeat he meets a friend, old secrets to his pit
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it gets lonely you wake up, not quite laying in your bed in the kitchen, first to turn on the light you think of the day, alone in your head time to commute, avoid eyes, avoid fight
at work 'ly your manager talk to you then there is only the mumble around lunch time, everyone groups', if only you knew how hold a convo, you don't make a sound
commute back home, glancing at all the pairs and you realize how alone you are, how the world surely has to be impair, maybe you should hit another bar
meal for one, silverware for one, single bed, you go to sleep til the next jingle
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