freestyle poetry game……..

In this here back door country i will carry no burden, behind this curtain
I can be free and easy. Do what pleases me, write rock poetry or masturbate loudly.
For all to see not a thing.

Disturbing thoughts & peace bend my knees in shapes of happiness,
make me confess. To the dear heart I hold, that untold breaks
lay waiting round each beat of this path.

I’ve had it all. Took the fall and turned into spring.
Not a thing can stop this summer humming around.
Bold sounds of bathing sunlights, cats out for dogfights.
Never reaching the golden shores of my back door country.

Glossy pages stare straight back
tempting us to emulate
the perfect
the ideal
the impossible.
Immense boards of processed tree
telling us what we should want,
masking what is already free

@Joe, I know lil’ wayne likes getting high… but c’mon.

It’s unreal and hollow, they say, it’s all fake. Yet they blindly follow, and continue to ache. Truth right before them, they deny it, someone bigger tells them to throw away truth and defy it.

Bright people knowing the truth, wanting change but too afraid of what isn’t, every way I look. Nobody ever hid the truth, but made us despise it with blackboards and with books.

As we witness the miseryfest, puppet games of the un-gentle giant in the west, my body and spirit become a fist.

A warrior soul is nothing to hide, some fighting is needed for people to abide, even to peace and to what’s true. A peaceful warrior is you.

We are not dead everyone said yet each retreated into their head, rejecting what’s true. Father please forgive them for they know not what they do.

When you look
at a portrait
on a wall
What do you see?

Their mysterious eyes
hiding secrets
from the world

Button nose
wrinkled up
in laughter

Funny freckles
left over from youth
like memories

The smile
friendly, open
trusting

Pinkened lips
inviting a kiss
from the one they love

Their chin
forward in pride
from accompishments

OR

When you focus
really look hard…
Do you see yourself?

Epic!!! Totally epic! You not only totally got the poem but you “finished” it too! You are now my total poetry soul mate! I wrote that in college and thought it needed something more…perfect, truly. <3

I sit and stare, caring less.
an hourglass full of Rerun after rerun
IT’s no fun in here I’m done, no fear.
.

Can someone please wake
.

Take
.

Shake these thoughts from my head
the sad and secret hate
the blind faith
and all of the opinions
lacking space
for mine.
.

Shine and gather,
birds of a feather
and those associated
with occasional flight
.

Travel light and wonder often
the now and long forgotten
are among us.

As is love for those who dare
she cares
still.

We wander thru this night
waiting for the moment to arrive
a final breath we sigh
and fly on angel wings of gold.
Lost we are in this being
this solid state of confusion
no recollections, just illusion.
Only the bold seek happiness.
Truth lies waiting
betrayed and raped by time.
.

So astray from the religion
we have chosen to respect.
It could be left to memory
or even lost to neglect
For the believer has fled
into the forest of deceit
woven by the one legged spider
saying he´s got all we need.
.

My kingdom is broken to stardust
so dearly shattered across
so wounded in the daylight
by the awareness of great cost.
She sold a many dreams
to seemingly hopeless souls.
All lived beyond their means
as was apparently their goal.
.

The lost harvests happiness
stretching their steel curtains.
Slowly seeking to caress the past
or unlock their seeds of burden.
Crying in distant harmony
but not in any way in fear
calling out to you
Look see what you´ll hear.

Sinful oh as i depart
into the lofty depth of art
put your hands to godly prayer
for this soul all lost in air.

Oh haughty heads who stand like steel
and bend their wills to cop-a-feel
and work their hands to turn a wheel
wrought with depth of curb appeal;

While deacons lick their holy lips
sewing seed with chains and whips
dancing and then taking tips
drinking wine and eating chips,

I’ll dip my head in Holy ink
open up my heart to think
bend my mind only to speak
and shake the rocks off yonder peak.