Best Blacked Poems
[Verse 1]
I’ve arrived — big lights and a blacked-out car,
Backstage passes and a six-string star.
Crowds go wild when I hit that chord,
I’m livin’ the dream I used to pray for.
I got gold records, a house with a view…
I’ve got everything —
Everything but you.
[Verse 2]
They scream my name, wear my T-shirts proud,
Sing every word, get lost in the sound.
Yeah, I’ve got charm, and I’ve got game,
But none of these girls feel quite the same.
They don’t know the way you used to do —
I’ve got everything...
Everything but you.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Verse 3]
I see your face in the front row lights,
In every shadow, you're haunting my nights.
The way you laughed, how you held me near,
It echoes inside, but you’re never here.
All the glitz and glam can’t fill the void,
Just a fading memory I can’t enjoy.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Bridge]
There are nights when the stars, they shine so bright,
But they dim when I’m here, alone in the light.
Riches surround me, but they don't feel right,
'Cause all of this love is lost in the night.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Outro]
So here I stand, with my heart exposed,
A tale of a man who had it all — but closed.
I'll keep singing these songs, it’s all I can do,
I’ve got everything —
Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened to be in the mood.
Got thrown in jail after I eat some special brownies
and decided to go to the library naked to read othello.
Cops tazed me twice.
Why does everyone have to harsh my mellow.
They wont let me return to the local bar.
Just cause last week I crashed into it with my car.
Everybody thinks I should hang it up but Im no quitter.
Just cause I misplaced a couple of kids.
In my last foray as beng a babysitter.
I swear to tell the truth eventhough Im a liar.
How was I to know the gas grill in the living room
would catch the house on fire.
Im a crook a drunk and a liar but other than that im a
nice fellow.
Just cause i enjoy a few cocktails while driving the school bus.
Why does everyone think they gotta
harsh my mellow
News flash
Huge bash
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizarre
War zone
Chairs thrown
Snouts poked
Gals choked
Eyes blacked
Ribs cracked
Hair snatched
Backs scratched
Throats slashed
Heads bashed
Tossed stools
Blood pools
Ears chewed
Tossed food
Knees kicked
Knives pricked
Low blows
Stomped toes
Dames sprawled
Cops called
Clyde's closed
Foreclosed
Blacked Heart
Within the blackness blissed lies the love that has been missed
For within the miasma mist a darkish deprived heart does resist
Of the silenced sounds heard escapes a lonely wounded word
Of the slumbered souls spurred amidst the dormant eyes blurred
Amongst the burials buried blind my lamenting love is left behind
In a clustered cave confined echoes of a manqué mind maligned
For in a cathedral chastised chant my thoughts in a ravaging rant
In a primal punitive pant bled emotions erected in a penile implant
Where my apocalyptic asylum stands ruling tyrant of sin commands
And demons dream of wastelands I parochially pray with idle hands
My heart a deeper dark by the hour is left in a storm a fragile flower
Upon this shattering shower ardently abandoned with a dying dour.
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Wish I was dumb
easily amused
Too thick to get hurt
not care if confused
Walk around half-gone
stare at the whole truth
Shrug my shoulders
right before I shoot
Being dumb’s simple
takes boredom away
too dizzy to feel down
or deflated in any way
Gazes at a cellphone
giggles at silly memes
More so the same sh!t
a billion times seen
Dumb has it good
needs little to do
Stares at the sky
never dawns why it’s blue
Sees a vivid sunset
pulls down the blind
Quickly falls asleep
with a blacked out mind
Dumb wears the T-shirt
gets soaking wet
Catches a fever
believes it’s no sweat
Eats crap all day
doesn’t care if sick
Ends up on a drip
watches it for a kick
Dumb and numb
guitars that won’t strum
A vacant skull
muffled out drum
Won’t beat itself up
as a rule of thumb
My world’s so f•ucked
dumb’s remains plumb
* * *
the world’s cleverest man once said ~ nothing to me ~ he wanted a life
By
David Kavanagh
THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I CAN NOT DISCUSS THE DETAILS AT THIS TIME. THE CASE IS STILL IN THE COURTS. THAT IS THE REAL PAINTING, BLOOD TEAR AND ALL. I CAN SAY THE PAINTING WAS CONFISCATED BY THE POLICE AS EVIDENCE. AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED THEY CAN KEEP IT.
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That's when the woman in the canvas,
well,
started to cry
but the tear was blood
and it made me wonder...
I think anyone would have.
I wondered. How?
How was that possible?
So I thought maybe I had blacked out...
that I had added the tear
...in a coma or a waking dream I,
I don't know but there was no paint anywhere
there were no brushes.
So I looked at the time
no minutes had passed.
The time was as it should be.
That's when...
...when I realized I had been shot...
...a stray bullet from outside.
...like you said that gang war thing
but I ask you officer,
I mean what are the odds?
What are the chances...
...chances that my blood,
that my blood would splatter like that...
perfect,
a tear on a painted canvas.
That's what scares me officer.
Not the gangs.
What scares me officer
what really scares me
is that painting.
23~10~2014
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POWER OUTAGE
I should say outrage!
My favorite T.V. show
Blacked-out just like (snap!) that
Wind was like a hurricane
Scared hell out of the cat
Whole trees blown over
My house dark as Asa’s tomb
I’m feeling my way
Stumbling on familiar things
Cursing the maddening gloom
Think of olden days
Young Abe reading by hearth side
Chuck sails by moonlight
Hot water heated on the stove
Long before Ben Franklin’s kite
What a hardy brood
Those ancient folk must have been
We should be ashamed
Radios televisions
Millionaires playing sports games
Time to offer thanks
How lucky we are oh Lord
(snap!) Electricity!
Thank you Lord power restored
Maybe they’ll have a rerun
An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face
A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection
Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part
All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"
Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died
In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep
A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah
-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.
Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco
His eyes dilated and
I saw beads of sweat gather
on the tip of his nose.
His jawline was clenched
and his fingers were fidgeting.
Did I say something wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man.
With one swing I was floating,
my back greeted the floor.
I smelt the rubber of his shoe.
as it met my jaw, and I felt it,
as it blacked my stomach.
Did I say something wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man but,
it’s a lie. He will do it again.
When first I set eyes
On that long brown hair and thoose slender thighs.
Darlin I have to admit.
It did more than make my blood pressure rise.
I said hey baby can I buy you a drink.
you ordered a bottle of jack.
Killed it in two swallows seems I've
met my match i do think.
Some jelouse guy made the mistake
of callin you a whore.
Befor i could do a thing.
You sprang into action and introduced his face
to the floor.
We left that place was a night i could not forget.
Still got that tattoo and permanet scar
when first we met.
It was like something outta a perverse
fable.
I finally found a woman who could drink
me under the table.
You she kissed my lips and blacked my eye.
Said your a total scumbag jerk.
And just my kinda guy.
Everyone said it wont last a week you
wanna bet?
For it's been ten years and many felonies
since when first we met.
I sit quietly, while I belittle a storm
That’s been brewing for some time.
It crashes in a drunken rage,
And mellows out into the softening wind
That is the next day.
Shortly hereafter
It begins anew.
A fresh theater,
And a fresh view.
Feels good to end each day,
In the light of a drunken haze.
A storm brews on the horizon,
Fresh, and oh so new;
Beautiful neglect, yet…
I love it oh so true.
Chaos and disorder rings in new,
A sown hatred I drew
Oh no, what to do?
Don’t care or give a ****,
“Stop your crying you *****…
You’re making me sick.
Calm down and take a sip,
And puff a little on this.”
Undereducated and too true;
So weak, and oh so new.
Too young and too stupid…
I pity you.
Toughen up and get through;
Its life, it’s here to wear on you,
Not cuddle and be a fool.
Now listen here,
A shot and some weed to make it true;
Vindictive and shortly rude,
Mixed apathy… I forget you.
Driven white lines chopped and hewed;
A little coke to go with this brew.
It’s part of the fun…
You followed through.”
Each day a storm brews,
Cold and mellow;
Yet it’s made to do.
I live with it,
And I love it.
Messing with dangerous memories,
Blacked out and confused…
Just grab the bottle
And follow through.
You learn to live,
Than learn to lose.
You find religion;
Or some drug use.
Drown in sorrow,
Than get numb on due.
Shaded light that is the dawning flow;
But you see and just won’t go.
I love the end of everyday;
The dimming blue,
Found in my drunken haze.
Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they were moving,
in tight clothes so scintillating,
one looked so hot I couldn’t think
as we walked out the door…
Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
went to sleep in Santa Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what I’m doing,
but the folks are nice
and there’s beer on ice,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, mate!
Where the girl went, I do not know,
nor even where we did go
when we left that raging party,
probably to an airport.
Vaguely recall lights turned down low,
did I get with her? I hope so!
Joining the mile high club is
a real fine way to score…
Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
I blacked out in Sante Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what to do next,
but the weather’s nice,
and they do shrimp right,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, hey!
The ladies here are so sweet,
and the men all like grilling beef,
the animals want to kill me,
guess you can’t have everything.
Do you know they have ski hills?
And vineyards to drink your fill,
Plus kangaroo is so tasty you
don’t know what your missing!
Yes, I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and I wonder when they’ll find me,
send me back to Santa Fe.
Yes, I woke up in Australia,
all because of some strange Sheila,
but I’m doing fine
under southern skies,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, G’day!
Do I Still Dream
dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking I've lost
the best years of my life
that I never had
what a waste of time
to cry over time that
has been stolen
but it is my time
and
I soak the time away
in my own tears of
lost unknown could
have been moments
and I push it back
and it pushes up over
my cracked
soul
moving up over my head
inching slowly
seconds by slow second
stretching over my pined shoulders
on its way to crushing my chest
with all my freaked out fears
till I'm caved over in some
out in out mind dance
and tears are raining
all over my feet
that if my chest wasn't in the way!
and I thing
what the hell
I am great
at least in my
could have been dreams
and maybe someday
someone will know
it too
maybe it will someday be you
Cigarette ash on the torn page of a Keroac
Told us to “Burn Burn Burn”, so we never looked back.
We fled, our hearts ablaze like the setting sun
No care where it lead us, we were on the run.
An inferno fueled by Hendrix’s “Fire,”
We incinerated doubt upon that pyre.
Blacked lungs serenaded flickering streetlights
While the flames of our passion consumed the nights.
Kerosene hearts ignited by matchstick kisses
We danced to the beat of the fire’s hisses.
Each touch a spark, yielding to lust
With this much euphoria, we’re bound to combust.
TROPICAL STORM
midday darkness heavy
rain pounds, winds howl---
trees topple as huts crumble
EYE OF THE STORM
blacked-out night
eerie silence for miles---
dog whimpers and hide
STORM’S AFTERMATH
sun shines bright on
full clotheslines for miles---
sad smiles from grief-stricken faces
*To all those who prayed for my country, the Philippines, thank you. The typhoon changed course and only a small portion up north was affected. It is unfortunate however, that 2 people died due to electrocution, an effect no doubt of the storm.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
11 May 2015