Best Makeshift Poems
Turbo
Diesel Engine
Generation Game
Pipe and Slippers
Readi
Go!
Newspaper lining
Old soul's old soles had worn holes
Temporary fix
*Interpretation of Raul's "Still Life" photo. To me the lining of the shoes looked like old newspaper.
Married to a number,
Set aside for posterity.
Marked and laid out in an open grave,
In everlasting humility.
Look and behold as I grow into the earth,
I never asked for and do not want any pity.
Young life, hope, tortured death ,
And yet, I welcomed it all with untaught piety.
I lie in unmarked graves around the deadened land,
I am sorry I never said goodbye.
She needs space
She needs more than this
She needs change
Metomorphasis
The more I give the more I get
The more I give the more I drift
Out of sight
out of mind
To explore
Space and time
I'll see the elastic skies
strecthing out far and wide
A new place to reside
I'll sail passed the seven seas
And see the world from the galaxies
It's my own haste escape to float away
a getaway in outer space
Im saving this relationship
A space cadet with all the space I can get
In my makeshift spaceship
[realization that space in a relationship means the end]
We can throw it all away
or we can take hold
We can fight and find a way
or we can let it go
Light years light the way
to a black hole
I'd cry tears for YOU to stay
At least call me home
Im returning burning through the atmosphere
All I wanna do is clear the air
All I need is some air to breath
some water to drink
and some life to eat
I dont need you, you're a luxury
[space madness]
I tried to belive in you and me and living for eternity but now I see you are my own enemy sending me to death by odyssey and honestly its gonna be the end of me your frienemy its gonna rip the heart out me but silently im gonna break this gravity thats grabbing me im gonna find a remedy to set me free. In my Makeshift Spaceship.
The anchor subside the cure of weigh-in waters,
Flowing in the midst of abstract battles,
To be toughest, you can be..
Singing the sirens of sailing
Finding yourself in the tension of negotiating palpable
Bid adieu dreams and swift moving chimera,
Seeing your flaws and wanderings
At the dang skies,
In the worst alarm,
On dates of run on tick tack,
To be toughest, you can be..
In another makeshift adept world to see..
i never know where to start with you,
so i just choose to walk away and end it
it makes no sense to cause anymore stress,
so instead of confronting i bookend it
my life is a hole in the wall circus with bogus clown paint,
and as a result your life is forced to be the same
we find ourselves trying to balance the "fairness" of it all,
however in the end we are just mannequins on a fake makeshift trampoline
here is my soul speaking softly
you take it in, and resolution warms the union
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the trip we take is underwater in thought and contentment
the concoction we make is soothing and rehabilitating
we converse lika a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
here are your elements forming a bond that is truly cationic
i take it in, and the mass confusion permanently evaporates
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the attractions we see are revolving but welcoming
the natural scenes experienced inspres and strengthens the root of our bond
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
Strains of notes shuttle me back
to my grandfather’s makeshift -fort
crammed with songbooks, bows, and pipes.
Here, we would empty our shoulders
from a rough sail;
he scattering fiddle tunes on painted halls--
his eyes half-closed ,melting the noise
of an anxious world, of teary wrongs.
‘Bathe in night's luster ’ he mused,
smitten by some Gerhwin's refrains...
and my rubber spine would bend with
violin strings weeping till we drowned
in trusses of orchestral magic...
Sometime in fall, dirge of nightfall exhumed
his lust for old charm...
and my eyes fall on the moat of vagueness ,
lost in the maize of this space
utterly cold.damp. unsung,
plucking his strings so hastily uninvited.