Poem hour 1 Do you hear me? I hear the sounds between raindrops the words you do not say, the thoughts you drop my way But do you hear me? The answers tucked away in warm blankets of sarcasm The laughter that rings out to…
Category: Marathon Poem
America Lost
Thee America where is your heart? look at yourself what have we become? hate has prevailed caring has fled perhaps there’s no heart let history reflect on that part.
Weary is the Dove
Stepping from mourning into the light of morning, the soft, gray dove perches high upon a crest. Mr. Owl, kind, eyes wide with wonder, asks, “Whatcha doin’ up so late, pretty, little lady?” The dove coos, realizes what she took for the sun was only…
The last of us
This is what it’s come to. Being the last line of defense in a World that struggles to keep from crumbling in on itself. Whatever the case, I will always be prepared to ward off the forces of darkness. It’s tough work but somebody has…
In the shadows
Somewhere only the darkness is familiar with. We know how important it is to go there If you want to know the secrets of the universe. We don’t belong in the belfry of darkness. We have a higher calling such as finding a way…
Hour 17: Everflux Battery
Forever now, The in flowing The outgoing Like a never ready— Everflux battery.
Loss
Lose the goddamn need to tattoo Your life on your ass And then bitch Because people are all up in your business Lose the goddamn need to defend The political machine When he’s an ass On the world’s stage Lose the goddamn need to create…
Alphabetic Anxiety Part 2
No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man. That is One of the best songs I’ve ever heard. Probably because it’s so much different and more Quiet than the lame EDM crap we have today. Rather, it has a Soulful melody and…
Bitch Slap Oedipus And Kiss My Conscious…
Femme fatale and super flirty Tough and street savvy such a wicked imagination Yet so dark and mean you chase men away with a look hermit deluxe with a keyboard badass 27 TH St girl BigKC style, gorgeous Ever read a book that blew your…
I once painted this perfect pear, but I gave it away
All I want from this life is a pear whose base will fill my hand, a few degrees above freezing, chartreuse and speckled, firm as a flexed bicep, crisply scented.