Music

No one sings of her sorrow
No one sings of her face
The one that used to turn heads
The heads of the poor boys
The heads of the crowd
The crowd of the music
Playing out loud

Her perfume is hope
Now laden with tears
A dash of sadness
With a slight splash of fear

She sings with her sad eyes
With her lips lined in red
She tries to remember
And then tries to forget

No one sings of her being
No one sings of her name
The girl is no longer here
Here in the future
The future of gray
Gray fades to darkness
And darkness to gray

Election Day

Congratulations
Applause Applause
We finally have a President
With honesty and a cause

~~

There's a man in the House
Who taunts and teases
His greatest achievement
Is second only to that of Jesus
First the Bible
Then The Art of the Deal
Nothing beats that
Unless you get a free book with every meal
Though he might not know his Corinthians
He's sure it deals with True Americans
Keep those dirty huddled masses
Yearning to be free
No Vacancies here
Unless I can grab your puss..bushy tree

Jesus was an immigrant
With no visa to stay
No right to be there
No ability to pay
Jesus should be rounded up
Based on your own definition
Kicked out
Thrown out
And sent back to his Mission
Better pack up JC
In the back of the van
Employ your circlejerks to show him
The only way they can
Off to the races
Stick close to the fences
(Did you steal those sandals
I have no doubt
Can't trust you people
Always sneaking around)


You shouldn't be poor, you know
(no more)
Don't come around here no more
(no more no more no more no more)

Walls are built to hold those out
Walls are built to hold those in
Does it really matter in the end
If the door swung out or in?

Mind Ditty

:)

I lost my mind 2 years ago
I haven't found it yet
I searched within the cupboards
I dug beneath the bed

It seems my mind is hiding
I can't seem to track it down
It wasn't such a brilliant mind
But I'm sad that it's left town

Dash

I live between a dash

Couched between dates

Nothing but a calculation

Subtraction

Of days

Crush

Crush

I have a crush
His words are like magic
His expression doesn't change
He waltzes in and out of rooms
Leaving emptiness in his wake

I have a crush
I have not met him
And I'm certain I never will
For to break the glass of perfection
Would be the breaking of the spell

Brain

 

I never liked summer.
It made my brain explode
With judgmental light
Of two faced prisms

Never Broken

I never thought I would be so broken to accept the truth of this life.

The Idiot

The Idiot

Do you see that you might be
An idiot
One who pretends
One who mimics
Do you understand that you're a clown
String on a string
You think that makes you special
No.
That makes you human
No.
Try as you might
You dance as they tell you to.

Numb

It's amazing
I kill off everything
Trying to ignore the good

Maybe
Animals
That seek to be
Within the forest

Maybe
Creatures
On land and sea

Maybe
Trees
That don’t care about
Their foliage

Everything

I kill off everything

That is good

I’ve lost my true empathy
I cannot flourish
I ignore the fact
That
I have been there

It's amazing
I kill off everything
Trying to ignore the good

Not a Poem

There's no poem  here.

Poems speak of
Love
Hurt
Loss
Poems speak of
Despair
Shame
Happiness

See? There's no poem here.

Any love I might have found
Disappeared in the air
Like a moth
Only I wasn't his light

Hurt?
Well, it runs deep
But who doesn't have hurt
Show me that soul, and I'll sell you a bridge

Loss?
Well, that's an interesting subject
I lost my keys
So yes, that's the most I'll discuss loss, thank you very much

I'm not despairng-ish
Or shaming-like
I swear I feel happiness all the time
I'm the spokeswoman for smiles
My smile is ultra-white

There are no problems in here
Everything is so perfect, it almost hurts
It is, what's the word?
Magical

Yes. I am living the magical life
Dancing in my blue dress
Made of chiffon and dreams
Swooning as I'm swept off my feet

I told you.

There's no poem here.

It's just my magical life
The one I was promised
I'm followed by stars
They are so bright

They illuminate my skin
While I sing to my birds
It's amazing really
How dreams come true

Why can't they see it?
Those pesky men in white?
Always flitting about with pill filled plastic cups
I have my own potions, thank you very much

See?

There's no poem here.

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Absolution

The songs that were left for me

Drowned me

I couldn't believe

That I was there

And

I was seen by you

Today is different

I swallowed

Not with belief

But with unknown

False crowns

Absolution

They say

They cry

They have no desire

If you tell the truth

Or lie

Send me your sinners

I ask for your patriarchs

Your matriarchs

Those who 

Pay and allow to be monarchs

I cry

For my my absolution

Is gone 

My crying crowns

Has left me

To tell the truth 

To tell the lies

No matter

I've drown

My Own Skin

My head is burning through the clouds
It smells like tumble weeds and faintly crowds
I miss the day that I could have met you
You tried to know the truth but I just... wouldn't let you

I wish I could have saved your soul
I wish I could have saved the world
I knew what was happeinging then
But I just saved... by own skin

With a turn to my left shoulder
I saw a sun that shouldn't be there
I hung my head and prayed
To some unknown soldier
To please, let me live

I don't deserve to live
I don't have faith to die
I need that something
I have always tried to hide

In the Sand

Cross cutting dunes
And feet
And flops
And drops
Ice and cubes
A spilled water
Or two
Recorded in the sand

A dropped tear in the sand

Leaving a lonely hole
Quickly gone
The feet
And flops
Having walked over
Any spilled water
Or teardrops
No longer even in the sand

That funny thing about sand

It hides your tears and fears and worry
No one can see you sweat
No one can track you fury
It's hidden in the sand

Fly By Night

Fly By Night

You can dive with the

Fishes

The Dragonflies

You can swim with the

Mermaids

The Fireflies

You can dip with the

Wings

Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the

Moon

The Alibis

Your days have left me

Alone

But not Scared

Alone

With the darkness

But Prepared

Your love is not something

That needs to be

I loved you

With a longing

Unfortunately

You can dive with the

Fishes

The Dragonflies

You can swim with the

Mermaids

The Fireflies

You can dip with the

Wings

Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the

Moon

The Alibis




By

Bazooka Jack

Welcome to the world

A job
A cracker jack in a box

Those who look for the funny
Those who sit for the money

Welcome to the world

You're a person looking

Shaking the box 
to see
A prize that's meant to be

Gum Gum
Gum begets gum

Bazooka Joe
A prize up for the money
Hard chews set up for the money 

No one can Bazooka that
No one can Cracker Jack that

You try to find the why but you see
There's no crack and jack now

Flat

My light has gone

There's nothing left

I try

But 

I'm always the joke

Who cares how you feel

They make you a joke anyway

Who cares  how you feel

You always make a joke anyway

I tried to 

Be what I couldn't be

But I thought I could

There's no reason

To even try

I tried to be a someone

But there's no hope in that

I tried to be a no one

But that too fell flat

Old Foe

Ah my old foe
I see you've returned
I knew that one day
You'd reappear
From nowhere
And make your way here

You never quite left
Your presence still hung
Like a specter
Who needs to
Return to
The place that it knew

Did I welcome you in
Did I leave the door open
Were you somehow invited
By a simple sigh, unspoken

A gesture perhaps
That gave you a sign
Just waiting for the moment
To re-invade my mind

Do I think too much
Is it simple to see
Am I the specter
That continues to reappear
From nowhere
Making my way here

So it seems now
Why was I so blind
My ghost is my penance
Of my own making
My soul taking
Sanity breaking

My old foe

Remember

I float

Gazing at the night

Feeling the drift

And waves

Porcelain walls

Beautiful stars

With careful ridges

Lovely edges

Deep

Smooth curve

Crevice

Clawfoot

Breathing

In

Out

Beautiful petals

Stretch

Like ink

Of warm

Reminiscence

Head bowed

Beautiful fingers

Of pink

And lovely

Tiny petals

Of sagging

Dying

Beautiful

Crying

Petals

Mime

I woke up with sand in my eye
Funny how it feels
Like a silly tear in my eye
Formed by sadness and despair
By nightmares
By careless
Whispers in the dark

That side of the bed is cold
Still warmer than it had been
While you were here
Impersonating a soul
Your poetic mournful cry
For regrets
Because it made you feel alive

But that silly sand in your eye
Was just enough
To look like a truthful tear in your eye
Feigning sadness and despair
You spoke of Kerouac and Poe
Your perfect soul men
And you.  Masquerading as a mime

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Hubris

I said goodbye to him

He said

"it's not you, it's me

I am unable to love, 

Believe me.

I would if I could

You’d be perfect for me

This isn't a made up moment

I swear"

"I'm not for you, you deserve so much

I would only hold you back

It's not you, it's me

With deepest sincerity"

He silently told me

To leave him the fuck alone

Pretty pretty please.

He hung his head in mocking sorrow

Which hurt more than his words

A drooping figure

Who acts the part

Like a man shot through the heart

A man who pretends to have a heart

What a wicked way to pretend

He mastered a wicked way to pretend

Dipping his poison pen in a well

He somehow managed to feel and tell

Overcoming his grief that almost did him in

He managed to find a way to begin

Again

With a story that "hurt" his soul to the end

A story that was all pretend

He received all the accolades one can get 

In a place that isn't worth its place in sweat

He reveled in his holy tomb

A place of self-importance

A sorcerer's room

What a wicked wicked way to pretend

When a forger writes of regrets

What a wicked wicked way to be 

When hubris and shame have not yet met 

 傲慢

Staccato

The drooping eyelids
The not quite sallow skin
The half smile in a souless grin

The unhealthy breath
The thinning hair
The burden
Of life to bear

The downs are written
Upon her face
The joys are hidden in the gloom

The sadness in her eyes
Projects
Nothing
Nothing
Just doom

Each step forward
Reveals a past
Not welcome
But still received

Longing for forward
Belonging to the past
Hopeless
For hope
As a flower to a weed

Flowers

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Flowers

A wisewoman once told me
Spring is for the dead
Flowers burst
When life went dry
When bulbs went dry
Then they bloomed
But don't be fooled
They're still
Blooming
For the dead

Try

 

Try

I try hard to find the best
In all I am witness to
I glory in my friend’s good fortune
And tend to wallow in my solitude

I ache with all my feelings
I love with my open heart
I try to hide my crumbling face
So as not to fall apart

Boxes

Boxes

How obvious
I color within the lines
literally
I am bound by the size
of the boxes
they give to me
I fill them just so
I yearn to fill the empty
with colors and rainbows
in the end they just cover me
with x's and o's.