Poem things

100 Years


Got into it real young,
I’m obsessed.
Been at if for too long,
I’ll digress.

Two little simpletons,
A small town.
Just wanted to be something,
Or be known.

Got mixed up one afternoon,
Arms around her chest.
Didn’t know what we’d go through,
Who knows the rest?

Falling in love can be unreal,
The kind in songs.
At first sight she was a steal,
She could belong.

Nevertheless we’ve had our tests,
And so much more.
You know at times we’ve been a mess,
That’s what tryings for.

All true love story’s have their pain,
Like their bliss.
It’s what we loose that’s let’s us gain,
And never miss.

She’s had my heart now,
For a decades time.
I really always love how,
I could make her mine.

In the all those times we parted,
I would live so blind.
Forgetting where I’ve started,
And where I’ve put my mind.

But while we are together,
Things seem so clear.
Holding on to that forever,
Give me 100 more years.


SF – written on July 21, 2018 started @ 5:46 p.m. finished @ 7:00 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rant #3 – Growing

Enter,
Growing daily like my peppers,
Send her,
Back to the beginning,
Where you met her,
Never,
Let that be true,
Because you,
Know it would be too,
Cruel,
Fool,
Step into position,
Then you rule,
School,
Dropped out because I couldn’t chew,
Threw,
All the repercussions,
That I knew,
To,
Be coming my way,
One day,
Changed,
I did not want to pay my way,
To an education,
That I did not see great,
They said,
“Please participate”,
“Study, it’s okay”,
I say,
No way,
Here I am today,
No papers to validate,
The thing that I contemplate,
Great,
If not for the world,
Then what is it all for,
Doors,
Open them all,
Or you’ll choke on your,
Ability to evaluate,
What you intended to reciprocate,
In the first place,
Close all the doors,
After you swallow their lore,
It’s something to adore,
Not a chore,
War,
Or bore,
That to you,
I can assure.


NV. – written on July 9, 2018 started @ 6:42 p.m. finished @ 7:09 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Contemplating Comfort

Seeing comfort and carelessness,
Caress anxiety and impression-less,
Situations that fill the rest,
Of an empty mess,
In a burial ground,
For thoughts in test,
Or times to bless,
So that we forget less.

But what’s to blame,
Is the my last name,
The games we played,
The towns we tamed,
The nights we raid,
The sounds un-sang,
One way or another,
We both get payed,
Or laid,
By the grief and satisfaction,
In the moments of our reactions.

When we blast back,
To see our backpack,
Of problems and potential,
To see how essential,
It is to manage your mind,
Appreciate your time,
And sustain the relatable,
Undebatable creational,
Representation,
Of your self and more.

It is easy to loose yourself,
In the lonliness of openness,
Or the helplessness,
Of pretentiousness,
For its a bottomless chest,
Filled with the unimpressed,
Zest-less messed with,
Undefined guessing,
Designed for undressing,
Molten memories,
Masked for mistaking.

Its all a changing,
Sightless and hopelessly,
Forgetful happening,
That is beginning to exsist with me,
Even though we’re divided clean,
My thoughts are still tormenting,
As I’m told to be expressingly,
Open to anything,
As if reality has found a seam,
To the dimensions of my dreams.

Now caught in a scene,
An acted misery,
Or a faithful blistering,
Battle with what i mean,
As i write these dreadful pleas,
To contract a little glee,
Now I’m free,
As i enter the limiting,
End to simple deeds,
This is me,
Expressing whole heartedly,
Investing all my needs,
In art and poetry.


NV. – written on July 8th-9th, 2018 started @ 9:47 p.m. on the 8th, re-visited and finished on the 9th from 3:57-4:46 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Controlled


We the people will learn,

Find new ways to earn.

Live by our own standards,

Not be controlled by you bastards.

A distraction for this,

Here, read down the list.

A distraction for that,

Like is fucking roulette.

So many forms of subliminal messaging,

Soon enough there will be a reckoning.

If they built an illusion of choice,

Then we are here to make some noise.

Massacres in mind blowing numbers,

You’d think we’d be encumbered.

To many problems with our history,

That they just erase thing off the lists you read.

Let’s manipulate the many rates,

Suppress us until we complicate,

The better parts of the system,

The one we all live in.

We can change the future,

But when you try they shoot ya.

One country,

Any love, see?

Wanna run?

Your inability has only just begun.

More ways to stack debts,

That ways to cash checks.

That’s a mess,

Controlling us likes it’s fucking chess.

I won’t have it,

Can no longer stand it.

I demand to see change,

In this place I was made.

Didn’t choose to be here,

But I see that it fears,

A little mental expression,

Now come and try your repression.


NV. – started sometime in May of 2018, finished @ 11:01 p.m. on June 20th, 2018.

This is America.