- Collected poetry from last year - - Blu Button - Red noses and his face was redder than mine Since the wind never seems to let it up when the air is by the river And the frustration bubbling where the tension line may snap at Any moment, maybe this one, maybe this one Maybe not so keep moving around the back of your trailer nothing To see here people just what do you really want anyway? Where is aisle 5 I never been here man? That way, to the back left It is what you want, or do you need it? Not really, I guess, I Wont really miss it but he might. Jesus that must be uncomfortable! Grab it, shut the door. Never mind it, doors tend to shut themselves These days just like tension lines snap themselves No outside force is apparently necessary for this device ha ha! I Figured something out on my own for once! But That's never enough for them is it? "….the blue button you waste of life." I don't see any fucking Blue button! Oh, that's why! Ha ha it's a square – No, no, that's backwards, put it down! Ok were back on Track not quite on point but they always fall below my girls anyway. Glance To the farthest possible decimal dot but its blocked something is In my way I just want to thank Allah for His patience of course That isn't going to happen because this is never my day Always the laughter though it's not quite all that funny is it What I think it is? Why would I park out front of a police station? I Guess these things have to happen every couple of years I mean After all it keeps the balance off which is good when your measuring in Units of cosmic waves and upside down circuit boards So yea, lets get this shit started Turn it over babe come on you know I love it again and again I cant believe we are that wet and there is ice under my feet Asshole!!! Eh, whatever he'll get what's coming to her Light that and breathe in breathe Out the smoke its over, please sit back relax and shift on 2 - Bliss - I had been been sitting sitting there for a while with my peaceful thoughts when backwards backward imagination poured in like a thick storm growing from the horizon on the ocean What is it like? Well, its funny that you ask AS funny as the subject matter at hand! Thats when the hotel melts into the velvet carpet street and on waves of happiness she rode in Picked me up and I never came back - Summer - I find beauty in strange places and inspiration comes from observing dull and idle movement pushing forward through the crowd, raising my hand screaming for them Please Wait! Please! but I dont think they hear me. So I wont be there with you, sorry Hey at least I Tried! But again I find myseld on the floor, there are no windows here and they NEVER tell us what time it is. And dont even ask about the food, or the toilet. I wouldnt have really cared, if I did care at all I dont remember, but the problem was that all of my time spent thinking was spent wondering if you are OK, I know your not but it doesnt hurt to lie a little bit does it? Im ok, trust me, I've been in much worse situations before, this one is nothing. Although I do miss the sunlite, and smoke, and eating, and playing with the baby, and playing music, and sex, and beer. But only so much. I also kind of like it here, too, I am starting to find it not only normal, but quite funny. You should hear the opinions we have, I would LOVE to share them with you, but then again you never understood my sense of humor anyway. - Booze - My face. Hmmmmm.... I used to know it a long time ago, before it was beaten up so badly with the stones of lies and the sticks of insecurity But no time to get to know myself, so I find myself once again racing through the streets of center city, always racing and never with enough time to stop and really let the beauty sink in like too many commercials but always enough time for the ugly. The faces that stare and distort, are they wanting something from me? I cant tell you but I can tell you about me stumbling out of there, seems like everywhere I park is worth a ticket. Just throw it in the pile, someday someday.. Racing again, always racing, never enough time to pick up on the love like too many paintings. only the hate. Did I meet someone last night? A girl? a boy?! No, no, the bed was empty when I left, Im sure of that. The enviorment growing around me, rising above me and laughing and making me smaller is so done, they dont know how little time they have left but I have a general idea man just writing this is starting to make me feel sick and my stomach is nauseas my socks are soaked and stuck to my shoes and my hair is a mess, I need to shave and take a shower cleanses the mind and the body rid oneself of the day before and embrace the moment the rest of it is simply a massive blur of bright lites and dark skies, no dinner for me and more booze and blues forget practicing today maybe tomorrow will be the day I have been waiting for but I know thats another lie, I will find myself alone, chasing the setting sun of a distant past I used to love, and a distant future I may never know. This is not a story, really, my friends but rather an account of my rediculous self pity, laziness, and shallow ego sinking in a deep pool. one day connects to another, today is the shadow of tomorrow and tomorrow is the present future of yesterday. If you wish to know anythng, know that we are all wasting time. - Love - Ah, the warmth! Can it be beaten? No, well, maybe by the love of a real women but you only realize that when she is gone, and I have yet to feel that emptiness. Warmth, that of the Sun, but we shut it out, that of the fire, but we make it dance too hard, the rest of it can go away. Swimming is my favorite sport and dreaming my favorite love but the fuzz is what opens me up for the high moon we go - and - There are 2 kinds of it, the one in which you swim, the other in which you dream. Maybe sometime you will dream with me? Then I wont need to waste everything but am I really wasting anything? Who can really say for sure? Maybe you could tell me but maybe I could tell you what I think and I think a lot babe beLIEVE you mE. So pretty dream girl why are you so ahead of me? I have thought about that and decided I have a lot of falling down to do still and I need to give it up UP UP! off the bed sex bores me now so does the dream and so does trying so pour another one brother and pass the pen I am going off the bed again and while I drink to my health lets hope that the next time I fall down really hard I dont land on my dick and break it. - Urban Air - The funk is gettin to me and the city keeps breathing How quickly can YOU think depends on how open you are to differance Drunk or sober, never lose your composure and talk with elegance and purity at all times we need to be on point and on our feet Else we stand out in a bad light with bad ideas and bad perception Trust me I will be there when the time come and you need me. What else am I even good for? Were all good for something believe it or not. but here the baby is freaking out, he is the one that drains my wallet and my level of sanity but im still caught in the grip of the city, no matter what, madness. - Truth - Sad sad, and underappreciated, like trees, like falling into a pile of leaves as a child, did I even ever really do that? No, no your going too far you passed it already, turn around Ok ok calm down its not the end of the world! Somtimes I wonder why I even bother talking. Or driving, what is the point in going anywhere? Yea, up that hill and down the hill on the left thats it, yea ok Hello? Yea were out front. Out FRont. This person, I've know him since I was about 2 years old, and we grow colder every year, even when its warm outside. Great guy though Always there when you dont need him to be what you want to get done. I tried to back off but then I heard I threw his keyboard out the window And my face has 3 burn holes in it now. I wonder if they will scar as long as the burns on my arms? Must be over 3 years now.........and so I've noticed uh-huh....well well, I HAVE noticed, haven t I? No, not really because if i had noticed anything I wouldnt be so hungry all the time. At least I am a good father usually. And why do I sleep so much? I wonder.
Good stuff. "Summer" was my favorite! Beautiful. I like your style..it's like stream of consciousness at points which I rarely see anymore
I just realized how shallow and egotistical the title of this thread is lol. Let's rename it to : The Collected Poetry of King John the II :tongue:
Thanks The - Summer - one I actually wrote in jail last year, I wrote it talking to my son's mother. Long story, I was actually arrested and charged for something I didnt even do. But, everyone in prison is innocent right? Oh well
Auraji! I just realized how true that is about me Talk about weird lol, because when I wrote that, sleeping a lot was a new thing for me :& Wow that is strange. -
how long ago did you write it? I mean I like sleeping, actually I love it, but when it's too much, I just feel like life is passing by, while Im sleeping, though I really like my dreams, but when Im sleeping way more than usual, I dont seem to have them as much.. kinda weird.
That's my emotion there, life passing by I wrote that around Christmas, last year when I lived with Matt and Amy. Strange times -
Relay, you are a great writer, I can't believe I've never read anything of yours before. Much kudos, my man.
wow, those were f*in amazing. like, i'm gonna save them on my computer because i really really like them. a lot. they're the kind of poems that need lots and lots and lots of illustrations to go with them .
