StP Poetry Compilation

[outskirts]

BROKEN

Like broken glass, it's reconstruction vain without comparison.
The shards
Painful litter in the vulnerability of my bed.
Their sharpness leaving so many cuts.
My spirits, indistinguishable in my bottle.
Both washed down, bitter drink.
I want to shatter the bottle into as many pieces as myself.

 

[outskirts]

Camped On The Powwow Grounds

My campfire burned out in the darkness
which has replaced the afternoon tourists.
The shadows of those weary from all day
dancing weave between near fires.
Well after the midnight hour the Rez
still stirs with life.
It's varied tapestry of faint smells and
muffled sounds summon the nose and ears.
September's crisp night breath delivers
smoldering odors of tobacco and cedar
from ancient ceremonies.
I now crawl into my tent and fall fast asleep
to the beat of not so distant drums, backed by
katydids and occasional barking dogs.
The embers of my fire also sleep,
under their own gray blanket.

 

[tagvolatile]

dangling souls

I'm on edge, struggling with grip
It's dry, cold, and scraping against my ribs.
The soles of my shoes are dangling.

young people walk by, some goad, that's okay
Some, beautiful, gaze at the vast height
Come so near me, silently; with eyes,I'm pleading, only to see them pass into the night.

I can't see it, what they see.
I see cold solidity and the ghostly dreams of what I used to be.
Perhaps they know I'm here, perhaps they know they can't help me

That's the problem with hanging on edge
People come by often, but can't see you. Not truly.
And so remain terribly distant.

You can't ask someone to meet you that low,
There is no humanity in that
And when I tried, was denied, I'd only felt more like a dangling, distorted, bat.

Sad, disguised, disgusted, lowly,
My grip has strengthened, and I'm stuck
my cold skin draws colder after heated tears flow, slowly

It's been months, now, and the wind has calmed down
I wonder what I look like, if I'm still human, somehow
I wonder if I can fly, yet. I'm ready to try.

I let myself sleep a little, the cold rock against my ribs
it's time to let it settle, to let them meet like a puzzle
rested between the middle, for the first time, I'm comfortable.

I let go.
I fall.
It's long. The dangling souls in my mind finally respond.
We watch.
We're gazing at the descent.
And it's beautiful.
We've finally fallen.
We've finally let go.

don't know. want to write better. pretty hard to judge yerself.

 

[tagvolatile]

other

I saw her while reading from my face
that which I'd want not to say
for the reasons that wonder through were null
but i'd witnessed the sea whilit trembl'd
I didn't wanna make mechanics
though the choice wasn't mine to behold
since the whole of my meaning, foggy, told
that I'd be the one to speak during silence, gold.
I'd be the one seeking rest when the world enfolds.
Because my meaning hides so profession'ly
the seers wisely deduce from me these bubbly stars
as they fade
at lips breeze
Now, I look up at the dot that feels at whim the space
as it opens

 

[tagvolatile]

burnt emotions

As a wick burns, devoured it becomes,
from the flame of which whose walls can contain,
but only so long, for wax dames to wane.

And so such cylindrical shapes as they appear,
ridiculed by the simplicity of such uncontrolled fear,
from composure detained to languidly dripping, heated, tears.

But as the passion seeps, as the walls enclose,
abandoned is the shifting forms into a plain, cold show.
Into a coma; a longingly nostalgic spell.

And as you tread by, you can look,
observe the beauty that such passion forsook,
as it's solid, and stuck to the surface of which it'd melded.

But I know something more, even, than what dread can enslave,
my wick's flame deigns not to fade, but only to endure,
and endure it shall, until there's a hole in the center.

For that's what it is, really, to become,
as all that such passion may pursue,
aims directly for the heart, and with your heart, the lender.

View this way as a beautiful charade, though depraved,
though estranged, your eyes goad to meet such pitiful degeneracy.
In your room, with your sleep, what ideas you entreat.

 

[Nelco]

i write
fill a book
throw it away
whomevers around gets to read it before i toss it

...i've had one memorized since i was in my teens..
it's got that fancy thing to it
turned it into a jazz song...so use you imagination

this smoke filters mine
sacred love is thines
wiltering in this you catch
you are my dirty dirty nitch
can i die here alone with..
is our dreamy future just a myth
catch...catch what is given
in me or you are we livin
this child is our junes
friendly departure to soon
our ending wasted portray
as what is given.. we couldn't stay
his golden hair tears..actually no one cares

 

[Nelco]

White, angelic ball of light
Floating aimlessly
What an immense exertion of brightness
Almost blinding,
I look away

swimming in oceans of twilight, guarding bones, veiled in viens, traveling alond the cords of love, to the rythym of a warr cheifs drum, back to my origin of creation

 

[Nelco]

glad i got to read all of these
..feels nice having the same perspectives

 

[CXR1037]

Under a bridge I saw
a thin, young girl let
a needle kiss her veins
the way a father kisses
a daughter for the last time.

 

[Alaska]

Xadani Zapotec,
Only half in blood of Dietrech
I may lack the minds of my divines,
So I tie a noose around my neck

Even a cub knows he has lost
When he shares the Lioness' flaws
Her roar is weak, His limp is strong
It has no right to whet its claws

Galton, oh Galton, what must I become?
Shall I breed just for an inferior son?
A disfigured jaw, a penchant for weakness
Rotting leather replaces the defense
So now I cry for our Monism instilled...

And I pray for the strong that may have it willed.

 

[Nelco]

trapped all around by greed
the money gods infectous seed
an enslaved generation is the new creed
it's everywhere i try to flea
i'm in america, but i'm not free
deadly sins, as far as i can see
technological highspeed worker bee's
mindless zombies with taxes and fee's
fuck face drones is what they aspire to be
empty skulls with shiney faces full of glee
they'll brew you some bullshit tea
build condo's, slaughter the tree's
for the earth and spirit, i plea
apocalypse is what'll save me

 

[Arketype87]

This is one of many rhymes I contrive:

Do you want salmon in winter or in summer, the time of the year don't matter, put her on my platter,
hey batter-batter, I just devoured this whack, quack, rich mine, your off the clock better luck next time,
at the drop of a dime, I will rehearse cause here's your curse, out of His mouth He gave birth,
What's a virgins worth? two pence so far hence, equal to my sense, cause that's all your getting,
similar to Lenin, I'm just beginning, communism is a sin and, brainwashing the masses, an imperfect system,
missiles launched are missing, but listen;

I feel I'm on a different level from the rest of you, it's not conceit everybody take a seat, I'm the best of you,
ewweee geezy petes! ha ha, goodness gracious great balls of fire, my only one desire is to know God,
up close and personal, see know I'm the worst of y'all, every time I stand I fall, I don't mean it but I'm not
in control, grab the sticks and play for me I'm on a roll, tornado you try to hold me back, unrelenting force
like "forget that," but I still keep struggling to swing the bat, and knock it out the park, evil after dark,
it's startling like a contrast, argh mateys land mass!

Let's get passed a moment at a time, let's not get ahead of the rhyme, I'll keep it slick totally sublime,
these verses are subliminal, y'all didn't know well promo, west coast like So Ho, Joe Blo, excuse my manner,
but I'll skin ya like a tanner, Ratpack before an eight track, where would I be without a tape deck, with
the dead vets, but God blessed me yeah no bets, now I can't stop moving like tourettes syndrome,
I'm Adam's clone, that's why they call me the Arketype, yea no drone, please keep ya rocks cuz I'm
already stoned, like Stephen, he's the saint we're the heathen, but Jesus Christ done redeemed me...

 

[Arketype87]

This is another of my poetry:

Everybody's always asking "why you look that way?"
I tell em' no judging, that's all I have to say,
I am who I am, the Lord's blessed man,
looks can be deceiving, so say bye to Uncle Sam;

In this state to that state all the while sojourn,
traveling light but not too fast even though I yearn,
and burn, but not in Hell but of the Son
that's right man, off this rock like Top Gun,
shooting to the source of all power, this hour,
the world could be devoured, but I'll just swallow
a lil' bit, and save it, spit this back up to your
chicks no misbehaving;

Just wait and - soon you will be judged,
not in the court of law but from above,
like a dove there's no crying, eagles flyin'
high to remind me that today I should be
dyin' to myself, so why do folk deny me?

 

[Maxx Power]

Rhymes kick ass

 

[Arketype87]

Another of my poetry:

Whose the man, not me, lil' Gee, I'm like poetry,
God is above me, so it seems like I'm on track,
not running round in circles you can't hold me back,
that is my direction, either north or east that's what
I'm accepting;

not my reception, sorry sir I'm misdirected, came back
like b-ball now I'm disrespected, but hey I expected,
to play on this nice day but you have perplexed me,
no need for cops to be correcting, street wise like
a skeptic, took a shit for the septic - tanking for
a war call that the desert a shield like Iraq,
the middle-east, they called it freedom, but I'll
say we went for no reason;

Well I've read the bible, some call it treason,
the Lord Jesus Christ leads me through the season,
my redeemer, the bringer and giver of this life,
so I'm not worried even if this day comes strife,
no struggling, just bouncing these balls not
juggling, clowns got me fumbling, for my own hand,
they call it magic but my perception is, it's
totally tragic, give it up and like bag it;

I'll eat ya later, no player, but I'm on this
court like a lay-up, no need to pay-up, money
is not the way ya, judge Jews and so also
YAHWEH, my God, JEHOVAH-JIREH, I'll quit and
just play...

 

[Jaguwar]

I can just abuot hear the backbeat on this, very good.

 

[sandpaper cowboy]

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[VikingAdventurer]

Nice. Waffle House AND Taco Bell in the same song.

 

[Jaguwar]

ugh. I'm not too for break up songs right now, but.. yeah.

 

[Kim Chee]

Kinda reminds me of~"Blue Waffle House Love"

Google it if you aren't already familiar.