Submissions by brazzoli
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just hoping to bring some amusement to anyone brave enough to peer into my creepy little world...
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2016 8:12pm
28th Nov 2016 8:12pm
MY MASK
MY MASK
You can’t quite put your finger on it,
but I know you find me rather bizarre
My whole persona is just a muse to try and hide my scar
Yes, I am well versed in the art of deception
It’s all a big farce just to blur your perception
I wear a mask to spare you from fright
The mask shields my past from ever coming to light
Before you get angry, you must consider my plight
I wear it out of necessity, never malice or spite
So don’t expect me to be sad or contrite..
Do you ever recognize the moment of truth in my lies?
This mask that I...
You can’t quite put your finger on it,
but I know you find me rather bizarre
My whole persona is just a muse to try and hide my scar
Yes, I am well versed in the art of deception
It’s all a big farce just to blur your perception
I wear a mask to spare you from fright
The mask shields my past from ever coming to light
Before you get angry, you must consider my plight
I wear it out of necessity, never malice or spite
So don’t expect me to be sad or contrite..
Do you ever recognize the moment of truth in my lies?
This mask that I...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 7:59pm
14th Nov 2016 7:59pm
THE BOY FROM YESTERDAY
THE BOY FROM YESTERDAY
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d take him in my arms
and tell him everything will be okay
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d whisper to him ….
“try as he may,
we will endure,
our lives weren’t meant
to be a monster’s prey”
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d tell him to never give up
I`d tell him about the strength
he has hidden away
in his hearts cache
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d take him in my arms
and tell him everything will be okay
I`d...
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d take him in my arms
and tell him everything will be okay
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d whisper to him ….
“try as he may,
we will endure,
our lives weren’t meant
to be a monster’s prey”
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d tell him to never give up
I`d tell him about the strength
he has hidden away
in his hearts cache
If I could see the boy from yesterday
I`d take him in my arms
and tell him everything will be okay
I`d...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 4:25pm
11th Nov 2016 4:25pm
The “Phony Catcher” in the Rye
The “Phony Catcher” in the Rye
My fantasy is to catch all the phony`s as they run and play in a huge rye field.
It`s my job to see that the truth is revealed.
To expose the lie…..
To be the “Phony Catcher” in the Rye.
Like for instance, there`s Father Phil who has a fancy for young boys
and yet still leads mass with such grace and poise
Then there`s the guy from the gym who brags to the fellows
of all the women he has banged.
After listening to this dope,
I think most women would have preferred to been hanged
Also, take my friend...
My fantasy is to catch all the phony`s as they run and play in a huge rye field.
It`s my job to see that the truth is revealed.
To expose the lie…..
To be the “Phony Catcher” in the Rye.
Like for instance, there`s Father Phil who has a fancy for young boys
and yet still leads mass with such grace and poise
Then there`s the guy from the gym who brags to the fellows
of all the women he has banged.
After listening to this dope,
I think most women would have preferred to been hanged
Also, take my friend...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 5:38pm
8th Nov 2016 5:38pm
I`m just a spare
I`m just a spare
I was supposed to be playing a guitar in front of screaming fans,
catching passes in Super Bowls,
staring in movies,…..
Anything but this shit!
Realizing I`m just an ordinary mortal is more than I can bare.
I guess it`s true,…..
I`m just a spare
But I was supposed to be a millionaire,
not living in despair,
sitting at home on Saturday nights playing solitaire.
All my nobodiness really pisses me off!
This is not the life I chose.
We can only play the hand that’s dealt us I suppose,
but with the hand I was...
I was supposed to be playing a guitar in front of screaming fans,
catching passes in Super Bowls,
staring in movies,…..
Anything but this shit!
Realizing I`m just an ordinary mortal is more than I can bare.
I guess it`s true,…..
I`m just a spare
But I was supposed to be a millionaire,
not living in despair,
sitting at home on Saturday nights playing solitaire.
All my nobodiness really pisses me off!
This is not the life I chose.
We can only play the hand that’s dealt us I suppose,
but with the hand I was...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 5:52pm
4th Nov 2016 5:52pm
GENERATION X
GENERATION X
We’re the generation
that had it all figured out
We knew all of life’s short cuts
without a doubt
Our parents were schmucks
who did it the hard way
The rejection of their norms
came with great dismay
We plowed ahead
without revoke
So, how did our lives
become such a joke?
Whatever happened
to our teenage moxy?
We’d never accept
our parent’s mundane jobs
We were going to be millionaires,
actors and rock stars!
Someone should have told us,
“no mother fuckers
you’re going to be divorced,...
We’re the generation
that had it all figured out
We knew all of life’s short cuts
without a doubt
Our parents were schmucks
who did it the hard way
The rejection of their norms
came with great dismay
We plowed ahead
without revoke
So, how did our lives
become such a joke?
Whatever happened
to our teenage moxy?
We’d never accept
our parent’s mundane jobs
We were going to be millionaires,
actors and rock stars!
Someone should have told us,
“no mother fuckers
you’re going to be divorced,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 4:50pm
28th Oct 2016 4:50pm
ODE TO THE WHITE MAN
ODE TO THE WHITE MAN
He works all day at an office job, with a tyrant boss for not enough money.
His commute is an hour one way.
He’s in debt.
He realizes he’s just a rat in the race.
Every evening he comes home to bills he can’t pay, a messy house, a bitching wife who’s unappreciative and never fucks him.
His kids are spoiled.
He reflects on the dreams he once had and wonders where did they all go?
He wakes up early the next day to start the whole process again.
But today is different.
As he sits in his car and waits for it to warm up,...
He works all day at an office job, with a tyrant boss for not enough money.
His commute is an hour one way.
He’s in debt.
He realizes he’s just a rat in the race.
Every evening he comes home to bills he can’t pay, a messy house, a bitching wife who’s unappreciative and never fucks him.
His kids are spoiled.
He reflects on the dreams he once had and wonders where did they all go?
He wakes up early the next day to start the whole process again.
But today is different.
As he sits in his car and waits for it to warm up,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2016 3:36pm
24th Oct 2016 3:36pm
EXPLOITATION
EXPLOITATION
Capitalism is founded on envy and greed
The exploitation of the poor is a must
for this system to succeed
The poor are indispensable to the rich
There’s always another Mexican
willing to dig your ditch
And for having to pay him minimum wage
you gripe and bitch?
You call yourself an entrepreneur
but that’s just a nice word
for the rich preying upon the poor
Yours is the disease of excess
for which there is no cure
When the economy is bad you start a war
But even though it`s the rich who wage war ...
Capitalism is founded on envy and greed
The exploitation of the poor is a must
for this system to succeed
The poor are indispensable to the rich
There’s always another Mexican
willing to dig your ditch
And for having to pay him minimum wage
you gripe and bitch?
You call yourself an entrepreneur
but that’s just a nice word
for the rich preying upon the poor
Yours is the disease of excess
for which there is no cure
When the economy is bad you start a war
But even though it`s the rich who wage war ...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2013 11:29pm
21st May 2013 11:29pm
The Girl in the Storm
There once was a girl who was lost in a storm
She wandered about trying to find her way
Fearfully searching for a haven to stay
Frantically searching for an unlocked door
Trying to believe in Jesus`s lore
Peering through windows
Wishing for rainbows
Desperately searching for a friendly face
Someone to take her in from the rain
Somebody to calm the torment
Anyone to ease the pain
Someone to hear the screams from her soul
Anybody to save her from dying in the cold…
brazzoli 3/21/13
She wandered about trying to find her way
Fearfully searching for a haven to stay
Frantically searching for an unlocked door
Trying to believe in Jesus`s lore
Peering through windows
Wishing for rainbows
Desperately searching for a friendly face
Someone to take her in from the rain
Somebody to calm the torment
Anyone to ease the pain
Someone to hear the screams from her soul
Anybody to save her from dying in the cold…
brazzoli 3/21/13
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2013 6:26am
4th May 2013 6:26am
Suicide Jack
Jack wore a clowns face
to hide the lies that he’d embrace
that one pull of a trigger would erase
Did Jack do it to kill the lepers in his head?
Did he first beg them for mercy instead?
Did Jack consider the peril
when he wrapped his mouth around the barrel?
Or the people who loved him
who’d have wanted to bid him farewell?
Every day was the same
Jacks tomorrows never came
To escape the pain
Jack put a bullet through his brain
Too late to cry
Jack didn’t say goodbye
Didn’t bother leaving a note
No need to gloat
What’s done...
to hide the lies that he’d embrace
that one pull of a trigger would erase
Did Jack do it to kill the lepers in his head?
Did he first beg them for mercy instead?
Did Jack consider the peril
when he wrapped his mouth around the barrel?
Or the people who loved him
who’d have wanted to bid him farewell?
Every day was the same
Jacks tomorrows never came
To escape the pain
Jack put a bullet through his brain
Too late to cry
Jack didn’t say goodbye
Didn’t bother leaving a note
No need to gloat
What’s done...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 3:59am
21st Jan 2013 3:59am
Trophy Wife
You were young, toned and tan
married the older rich man
With the huge diamond on your hand
You always wanted to be a rich bitch
Looking down on all the little people
like the princess on the steeple
Your vanity shows
by the way you thumb your nose
You were the snob with the boob job
but your beauty faded fast
and his lavishness didn’t last
You were once digging for gold
now your just old and out in the cold,
jilted and scorned
Cant say you wasn’t warned
don’t act surprised because he showed you the door
After all you were wife...
married the older rich man
With the huge diamond on your hand
You always wanted to be a rich bitch
Looking down on all the little people
like the princess on the steeple
Your vanity shows
by the way you thumb your nose
You were the snob with the boob job
but your beauty faded fast
and his lavishness didn’t last
You were once digging for gold
now your just old and out in the cold,
jilted and scorned
Cant say you wasn’t warned
don’t act surprised because he showed you the door
After all you were wife...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 4:21am
14th Jan 2013 4:21am
YOU CAN`T CURE CRAZY
Remember the time you went to the quack
and he put you on Prozac
Hey,..it was just a little pill to help with the panic attacks!
…and get your life back on track
And what about when you saw the shrink
because of the nervous breakdown that was on the brink
All that talking would surely get your life back in sync
and train your mind on what to think
I can only imagine all the self-help books that you must of read
trying to clear the clutter from your head
trying to feel alive instead of dead
All this effort to try and find peace ...
and he put you on Prozac
Hey,..it was just a little pill to help with the panic attacks!
…and get your life back on track
And what about when you saw the shrink
because of the nervous breakdown that was on the brink
All that talking would surely get your life back in sync
and train your mind on what to think
I can only imagine all the self-help books that you must of read
trying to clear the clutter from your head
trying to feel alive instead of dead
All this effort to try and find peace ...
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