Like sparks trailing
from a million, billion fireflies,
a single thought limns a trillion suns.
From the first small bonfire
flickering across four million years,
whose light imprints itself
upon the canvas backdrop
of a feckless, barely cohesive Infinity,
the matter of man, no more than
the past, transmogrifies the future --
denies the import of "real" or "black"
or any other type of matter.
Yet existing, it defines the local locus
of now and when ... and how and then.
The freezing cold of space
burns like energy backfiring on itself.
Somewhere, celestial lightshows
flare across parsecs of near emptiness.
Liquid oxygen fuels
the laboring lungs of multitudes,
singing out the music of the spheres,
maestros of a trillion symphonies,
platelets in the lifeblood of the Universe.
Like a Coriolis wave that imprints itself
upon a formless sandstorm,
a thought burns itself
into the very fabric of Eternity,
opens like a budding flower,
and initiates its own realities.
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Author notes
Je suis un Capricorn.
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This is my Desiderata.
Written December 2nd, 2005
Categories:
backfiring, 9th grade, poetry, space,
Form: Free verse
A lustful obsession
Mistrustful connection
Sullied reflection
Imagined dream
In passion, seamed
A thought intertwined
Lost, enshrined
In a fanciful bliss
Romantic mist
The kiss of shattered
enchantments
Romantic’s blood
Frantic
Spill of scattered hopes
Battered ropes untwisted
Mind ballistic
A maddened heart, ablaze
A fire’s sparkling rage
Desire lost in plagues
Of fantasy unfilled
Magic’s backfiring
Tragic transpiring
Demise of hopes to love
Soured dove
Depleted of sweetness
Darkness sewn in obliqueness
An ocean’s drowning deepness
Chokehold of disparity
Disposed of clarity
Mineswept in the meadows
Of his heart
The unrequited spark
I must leave!!!
I must leave!!!
Before it all
Becomes such!!!
*Before It Becomes Such*
Categories:
backfiring, love,
Form: Free verse
A ghost began whispering inside the soul's echo
there one Trojan horse enters defeated
spiritually the battle ground stands firmly fixed
against those whom denounce the King
misery will follow with disastrous events
Where human rights are exploited through chaos
quarrelsome beggars deny the basic truth to explain
Backfiring liars have a burning desire to bring conflict
Unequally self ordained gods of little value without hope
they try to influence the battle results
ignoring this backward omen leading to terrible infighting
warfare has the mentality that's deeply incorporated this motivating force
where sorrow beats down by force the anger deeply within us
.
Now I shall go, to overtake that killer of a dear life
into one's conscious self
our mortal undying glory rises or falls
quick to the mark snaps the rawhide strap
Categories:
backfiring, abuse, conflict, life, rights,
Form: Free verse
Night Noises
By: Tom Wright
1/8/99
Reverberations,
of a summer's night.
A lawnmower overhead,
or that of an ultra light?
Booming bass woofers,
from a cruising car.
With It's ground shaking sound,
I wonder, can it be far?
A barking dog,
Probably something up a tree.
A neighborhood cat perhaps,
should I go see?
An ambulance,
screaming, from down the block.
As I count twelve strikes,
on our grandfather clock.
A backfiring car I hear,
or maybe a gun.
I've only two hours,
before the rising sun.
From the lack of sleep,
I'm a nervous wreck.
Shall I go to work?
awh what the heck.
Categories:
backfiring, night, nonsense,
Form: Lyric
Sadness
turns into madness
people explode in
Movie Theaters;
People explode on roads;
People have road rage
on this road called life."
Say it soft shhh hush
CAN you say
"Zoloft "
Resentments
In churches, where
black-folk congregate.
Under the protection of the
Lord.
Were killed in his presence
by programmed youth under
mind control; Parishioners,
Praying baptist,
killed by terrorist.
Can you say
"Prozac"
People
Agitated
in altered states
don't know what to think
no pure water to drink.
Foods that confuse
instead of regulate.
Can you say
"Chlorine / fluoride"
Hate
backfiring like an old shotgun
toxic people making promises
to toxic hopefuls; Who gets sadder
and madder as they realize…
That in America;
They eat bad foods and...
Their lives Also "do not matter”
CAN you say ( Mon Saint O's )
or "GMO'S"
Help
Can you say...
"Follow the wealth ".
can you say
"Pharmaceutical"
over "medicinal"
can you say "Americans
are a victim of "Stealth"
Stolen minds and bad health.
Can you say
Exodus...?
Categories:
backfiring, corruption, death, mental illness,
Form: Blank verse
A day goes smooth with wind
moves swiftly across sunrise
earth rotates quickly
dancing with sun gently
here i lie down and wake up
inside giant cupboard full of human
living in complexity
the creation of technology amazes
we are just too surprised
as it serves to aid
we don't compromise in it instead
as we prolong diffculty
while backfiring the words of life is short
Categories:
backfiring, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Free wheeling down the hill
chuck-a-bang out of fuel
referring quickly to my map
a gas pump is what I need.
Right at the bottom of the hill
appears a grand and wacky
garage flying a flag and a sign
fill up here folks your last chance.
Barely making it I pull in
and soon the gas chugs
happily filling up my tank
getting high on the fumes.
Sign says open on café door
I fight my way through
the muddy forecourt
to the ramshackle hut.
Filling up on eggs and grits
total cost comes to ten bucks
walking out I get back on
backfiring like a ray-gun.
I ride off down the block
bravo someone hollers
as with clatter and bang
I follow on down the route
Oh yah freedom ahead
as my bike revs loudly
I chug-a-chug down
the famous route 66.
Old signs a-plenty
diners right out
of the fifty's line
good ole route 66
Categories:
backfiring, america, freedom, journey,
Form: Verse
Reverberations,
of a summers night.
Can't be a lawnmower overhead,
must be an ultra light?
Booming bass woofers,
from a cruising car.
With its ground shaking sound,
I wonder can it be far?
A barking dog,
probably something up a tree.
A neighborhood cat perhaps,
should I go see?
An ambulance,
screaming from down the block.
As I count twelve strikes,
on our grandfather clock.
A backfiring car I hear,
or maybe a gun.
I've only two more hours,
before the rising sun.
From the lack of sleep,
I'm a nervous wreck.
Shall I go to work?
awh what the heck.
Categories:
backfiring, funny, imagination
Form: Lyric
A quiet morning_
broken by rebounding sounds
Exhaust backfiring.
Categories:
backfiring, life,
Form: Haiku
The squeaky wheel of a shopping cart
caught me before the morning dew
a tattered figure pushing the limits of both
collecting his pot of gold called aluminum
Gene Pitney blared from a radio
its battery hanging out, broken antenna
had to be an am station
for one could hear the cb'ers
he was a vietnam vet
a war fought long ago
yet daily within his mind
backfiring cars bringing sweat and fear
shell shocked by the same aluminum he collects
"good morning sir"
may I have the cans in your trash
thoughts of the antique roadshow flash
who am I to "trash" the hopes of others
I grant him permission
like a king hath pity upon humble servants
greedy eyes brighten toward the mother lode of pittance
recycled life is so ironic
using empty cans
to purchase full ones
we all find a way to cope
within our own personal party......
Categories:
backfiring, life, people, sad, morning,
Form: Free verse
He does not answer when I speak,
the severed head in the picnic basket,
nor do the swarming flies on the muslin sack,
buzzing on the dried blood, concern him overmuch.
I still speak to him as ice chunks melt
about his rotting skull, and he rolls with a soft bump
on the passenger seat.
“Al, baby, we’re gonna find out what this is all about.
You and me, Al, we’re gonna find out.”
Mexico shimmers and burns through
dust and dirt, gunfire, filth and murder, and we drive
the backroads in the hammered paint scarred red car,
backfiring clouds of exhaust, pollutant patches of hell.
Gunshots echo through my mind,
bodies pirouette in slow motion, tissue quake ensues,
jetting blood through ripped cloth:
“Why? Because it feels so damn good, that’s why.”
I never had much to speak of, dreams, a girl and a piano,
now my girl is dead and all I have left
is a car, a gun and a severed head in a picnic basket.
And in place of dreams, a heart of darkness and
this impregnable death wish…
Categories:
backfiring, allegory, art, death, life,
Form: Blank verse
I didn't mean to I swear
It was an accident no doubt
That Halloween night
We both went out
It was supposed to be fun
And cause a terrible fright
To those who walked by
On an innocent night
Turns out it did scare
But in a different way
I hope you can forgive me
For what I did to you that day
I was a cowgirl
I didn't know it was loaded
We were playing around
The whole thing exploded
She lay on the ground
It must be her fate
I called for help
But it was too late
I killed her that night
With a backfiring gun
I shouldn't have given it to her
But I can't fix what I've done
I just thought I should say
Goodbye to you all
I'm going to find her now
I've learned pride comes before a fall
I know you've been hurt
I've done this to you
I'm doing what I can
This is what I can do
I'm going to find her
And make sure she's okay
Make sure she's happy
I'm going today
I'm raising the gun
Putting it to my head
I'll die like she did
God, take me instead
Categories:
backfiring, death, life, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?