Put Up Your Favorite Poem

Can't you see?
It's all falling apart
No more churning, no more turning
 
Just collapsing and falling free
My mind is racing no time to worry about my now withered heart
Because everything I have build is bursting and burning
 
I just want to be me
But I have to get it correct, I have to get it right, I have to hit the bullseye with my dart
I'm expected to do great things, to keep learning and earning
 
It's all so much I need to escape, I need to flee
Just a little more and I feel my cold dead body will be taken out on a cart
The world is going too fast, it's whirling and blurring
 
I can't keep up, I can't keep going, my troubles keep following me like a screaming banshee
Im told I just have to work through it, just work harder, be better, but i'm not that strong or that smart
I can't even keep focus, I lose track of my self during my discerning

Can't you see what this is doing to me?
Can't you see this is not the way it was meant to be?
Can't you see I can't do this, can't you see i need to be free?

When brother Malcolm first voiced this sentiment  
the meaning was so misconstrued  
now more then fifty years later  
we can reexamine his true attitude  
 
He wasn't glorifying violence  
but rather suggesting silence when action was in demand  
when people simply expressing their rights  
where lynched across the land  
 
The media blew the words up into rejoicing a president's death  
missing the key message to be discerned  
thinking guilt was severely restricted  
and today we still have much to learn
 
For we glorify violence  
a component of entertainment in various forms  
violent conflict resolution  
so ingrained and now societal norms  
 
In sports when is attention harnessed?
the competition that gets out of hand  
if not on the playing field  
then occurring in the stands  
 
Video games most popular  
have children destroying fictional beasts  
or animated human characters  
blood splattered the display anything but neat  
 
The political experience crouched in combative phrases  
pitting one party against another in a game  
linguistic battles taken to the ninth degree  
how quickly can we tar and defame  
 
How about the selling of weapons for profits  
one campaign chair of the likely lady next to serve  
we would rather limit contraceptions at a school health clinic  
as if teenagers curious about sex creates a union of perves  
 
Ignoring the companies based in the US
who push armaments on a global scene  
sometimes to ruthless autocrats and dictators  
the epitome of inhuman and mean  
 
Selectively using the term terrorist  
ingoring many years of our own history's deeds
lacking courage to confront that strain within us  
we won't separate the lovely flowers from the strangling weeds
 
But the "arch of world events" will catch up  
even if our only crime was silence in the round  
maybe we will choose another direction  
before deep sorrow finds us feeling down  
 
For it isn't enough just to advocate for gun restrictions  
but one channel that we must pursue  
we must visit our collective reactions  
not scapegoat those whose numbers are actually few  
 
You see no one religion has a lock on saving humanity  
stories across the planet have violent hues  
despite what may be conventional thinking  
yes the truth is hard to sometimes chew  
 
We can't be a civilized nation  
telling other nations we are the purveyors of peace  
while stock holders are enriched via destruction  
if sincere there is behavior that must cease

(¡)

and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing

(¡¡)  

She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her


(¡¡¡)

look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points

We write.

We only meet in the dim lights, it seems,
You and I.
Nighthawks telling stories through flesh and stars and raindrops.
You sit next to me.

They wait for us to spill more secrets,
Though I know not as much about poetry.
No one knows how we're all here -
No one knows the way out -
Yet we love that one air
Filling our lungs differently.

We rarely barely touch,
You and I,
But your smokes enter me -
Black and white and unavoidable.

Your hand near mine - like mine -
Resting then flowing
With verses and rhyme,
Rain and roses,
Thorns and secret universes.

I can never cut as deep as you,
You ruthless bastard.
I guess that comes with time and talent,
And I'm just a lonely young girl you can color in with whatever you want and lay down on pages.
You always bring me there,
To your time, your place.
Was I ever able to show you the colors of mine?

I don't need you to tell me you love me,
Good sir.
I guess that comes with madness - loving me -
And I'm just a girl almost living, almost dying,
Almost naked, almost fucking,
Almost singing,
Almost writing,
Almost cliché.

We like to pretend that we're dancers in the moonlight.
The truth is we're only nighthawks under fluorescent harshness.

Stuck in poetry.

Art: Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

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(a nursery sonnet)  
      
Her keepers called her cage her “habitat,”
And she was queen of her two block domain.    
Kept court in summer shade, his regent cat,    
Old Tom was "jester" of his tiger’s reign.    
      
Old Tom, would watch her grandly regal stalk,    
As she would pace to gain the humans’ stare.    
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk,    
As she would smile to watch his strutting there.    
      
But cold in winter’s bleak, she’d barely stir.    
These frigid rains that made her feel so sick,    
So lost, then came a rustle in her fur.    
It was Old Tom with nip and tug and lick.    
      
Old Tom would stay and play with her awhile,    
He always seemed to prod his tiger’s smile.
   
 

The squaw that stroked the camel's sack had finally dun herself in.        
She looked into the eyes of the beast,        
and became powerful frightened of his wicked grin!        
Oh Holy Moly how that one stroke too far had engorged his needed hump....        
She saw her touch had unleashed a devlish urge and swallowed hard with a lump..        
Swollen from lust..        
And in need of a thrust...        
He pawed his hooves at the ground..        
Never in her short sqaw life had she heard anything snortin such a hellacious sound!        
Then she saw the enormous size        
of the thing she had rized..        
And the camal hocked a big ol spit..        
The sweet lil thang Cherokee hollered, and her mocassins took her off lickety split..        
He came chargin right behind her, bound and determined, nostrils round n aflared..        
Man! You should have seen that purty lil squaw runnin, by gawd she was ascared!!!      
     
For my Kitty Kat and favorite grinnin bloke..blocat..love you for your efforts at makin me giggle. Eternal luvs and hugz!

Transmutation, nucleus redesigned  
Experimental reconfiguring    
DNA strands set to be realigned    
Nuclear waste excelled disfiguring  
   
Radioactive sludge like solution  
Scientifically overhauls the flesh  
Manipulating it's evolution  
Creates the children the gutters caress    
   
Toxicity levels begin to grow  
Red swollen eyes burning from the crying  
Staring at the clouds which are black as crow  
Gathering now together and dying
   
Post nuclear war, child of the past  
Plays in the fallout of death ridden gas