Poems Of Any Length

[orbsycli]

a lot of it makes me want to smoke crack but watching is knowing so disregard those signs it's 3am you can run that red light
you can be the moon
the sun
a moon
a sun
remove this focus
i'll hand you that
don't enter here without a hard hat
from my kinetics comes the sequenced push of buttons
ordering the individual show on one single symbol (whose identity is embedded chemically) to form these words your mind is now creating
retreat
from six hills east of the nile
standing naked on mosaic tile decoration: pineapples
pupils=thieves
of that color
MELTING LIKE A CANDLE from the fire in my hands
tomorrows blister and this weekends puss
my knee
reminds me
of an old mans head
white, vainy, and not a lot of hair
so i bit it
yes i bit my knee right before i stood up and put on a suit and a tie and walked down 5th avenue
this is not my preferred blend of java
i was intended for documents and biological file transfering
GIVE UP
GIVE UP
GIVE UP
three hundred degrees are you melting
are you melting yet?
you should at least be cooked
burned on the inside of that pocket you fucking knee biter
so this is where the clouds subside?
where all dreams ride? their eternal tide?
excuse me but this looks like new zealand
ive been a moon
with a moon
and that moon had rings
around her eyes
like the skys way of promising snow
the answer is false number ninety six
put down that test and walk away
walk that way straight to that grave names never meaned so much
not even on a pair of shoes
those u.p.s blues
maybe tomorrow
can i wait one more day?
and please refrain from the tree that splits memoria enxioph
DONT STOP WHEN THEY CALL YOUR NAME
dont bother writing your self law
we tried it once [democracy]

[orbsycli]

let me remind you of the lorax,
and our rusted moon reigning sepia:

i've never seen a face so lonely,
the banyan roots unified and integrated with
the fungi,
the cacti,
the tenticles,
airwalking through the swarm.

BLINK, and let the waves
drift through
the ocean of eyes.


this unexpected sunrise
and now i see the wind.


we have something they want
we have something they need
i gave myself away
to the mosquitos
who stored my blood
for later
(maybe i like the itch, maybe this is symbiotic)

it started with an echo
an echo
and an echo.


let me remind you that we may need to grow gills to breathe in this liquid auratica
of symbiosis, and the automata spill of five senses
fingerpainting in an italian bistro
fighting off the boars atop the highest of trees
the warmest of breeze
a man on his knees


a brain slowly simmered by a mushroom
a moon slowly rusted by
HEAVEN
a smogscraper slowly humming light
CAST MY EXISTENCE
into this watched and weary night

an electric eel rubs up against the baby food mushed pea algae of a sunken pirate ship cursed with the greatest adventures we will never ever know
the eel goes blind
and leaves one sense behind

the star was pulsating light years away
and i am palpable
in this moment of mine


LOVE
IS
AN IMBALANCE OF CHEMICALS

LOVE
IS
A BALANCE OF CHEMICALS

[infamous]

The Age of Lawlessness,

Lawlessness awakens, vibrations of hate,
Creeping in silently to overtake,
Those of tenderness and kindness make,
Hopeless and fearfull for it's sake.
When will justice predicate,
This tyranny to shake,
And this lawlessness break??

Don't ask me to surrender!!

[IrishEyes]

There once was a girl in this forum
Who had not a smidge of decorum
Drank four bottles of beer
And then said "oh dear"
"I might be a bit tippsy, ho hum"

[infamous]

Originally Posted by IrishEyes

There once was a girl in this forum
Who had not a smidge of decorum
Drank four bottles of beer
And then said "oh dear"
"I might be a bit tippsy, ho hum"

Irish once drank a beer quite brown,
after toasting she poured it right down.
Nemo offered up a questioning frown,
when Irish spake, I'm such a tippsy clown.

Have one for me Irish........................

[Turtle]

Standing barefoot on a milk-crate to paint works OK;
I think if I had some wet sand to walk in when I step down,
the footprints might induce me to pour something into them.

I know how to not stand on the edge of the crate now.
Maybe it's funny how my face must have looked when I learned that; if someone's misfortune is ever funny.
I stand in the middle of the crate now and only let a few toes go over the edge.

If I paint sitting down then my chi gets some choking; funny it doesn't so much if I'm drafting.
Standing barefoot on a milk-crate to paint works OK,
but I still sometimes forget to breathe.

[orbsycli]

(oh man i can relate. i always forget to breathe. it's nice when you remember, though.)

[orbsycli]

i dont have a name for it yet

funk yoga
he's already got one
jive disco
they've already got some
funk toga
i've already lost it
san francisco

half past midnight i was against the wall
with an empty book of matches the ashes hate to fall
but they do until they don't
and then we'll smoke some more

you think you heard a noise?
well she must have,
why else would you say that

a raccoon named jack nimbles his way through the haze of constant synthetic lightning and grass.
the moonmonsters have awoken..

and the human stands still..

survival mode, you call it
but you know your mind is just a pair of noids
jack has disappeared

seven ships a sinking
all because of rocks
and in a state of drowning
no one's seem to talks
just the last bubbles of breath
you dig so deep for memories
you sink

into your subconcious, your entire life's movie compressed into a heartbeat
you think yourself to death
you forget about ocean water that is terminally entering your inflated body through two burst lungs.

into the ocean
to simply drown and transfer your energy

the regrets are more painful than your body exploding from the thousands of pounds of pressure as you're dragged away by a giant squid that no living person has ever seen alive

jack reappears
and stands still
just as i just did
are we both attentive
is this a connection
what is he doing
what does he want
is it always about money
im talking to a bandit
....telepathically
he hasn't budged
well neither have i
oh the moon sure is electric tonight
!
he moved
just a gesture not define
but if i had to guess
we come in peace
give me your corn dog remnants
where is your trash located
may i assist you
you're it
any or all of the above
i take a step back
so does jack
i take a step forward
but jack gallops away
i said wait a minute hey!
but it was foggy
and shortly jack'd be gone

it's half past midnight, not that it's late,
but i think i'll leave this town, it aint that great.
the tamiami trail leads all to nowhere,
and swamps.

[orbsycli]

funk yoga
he's already got one
jive disco
they've already got some
trunk cargo
never gonna find me
in san francisco.

[OpenMind5]

I write alot of poetry. I do not like to share it on the web usually beacause i fear people taking it and making it there own. But I willmakean exception just this once.

Daddy's Little Boy
By Jacob Hatfield (Thats my real name...)
Daddy’s little boy,
Got a fading picture
In his dresser drawer,
Its all he knows,
And nothing more.

Daddy’s little boy,
Asks out loud,
Do you think about me daddy?
Do you wonder daddy?
Do you wonder about me?

Do you have a picture daddy,
Of me in your dresser drawer?
Is that all you know of me,
And nothing more?

Where are you?
Are you alive daddy?
Or are you growing old?

Was I a mistake daddy?
Then why are you gone!

All I have,
All I know…
Is in that dresser drawer.
That fading picture, daddy.
That’s all I know,
And nothing more.

But its all I want, daddy.
And nothing more…