He’s seen all the hopefuls reach for the sky
walks down aisles and anniversaries, how they pass by, as he fills every crowd with a presence so empty, minces his words and questions each syllable.
He’ll attempt a joke like his life’s on the line
(he gets it wrong, most every time)
The air is so thick, unmoved by the silence that falls when speaks, like he’s crafting a science but with everything that he’s seen, and every person he’s been, how has he not perfected the act?
That mask never sticks, it slips and they see it, and that’s when they start to step back. A life on the sidelines, that’s the life that he owns. A life not so giving, a life of stunted growth. He’s tried to escape it, more than once or twice, but he ends up just watching the world pass by.
As the children grow up and leave birthright towns, or when teenage lovers adorn wedding gowns, his place will not change- to all that is clear. He’s a seat filler through time for all the years that he’s here.
A spectator does not take centre stage.
A spectator, he’ll be, in every age.
I’m so happy
someone slap me
bring me back to earth
before I float away, like a bird
This is a short week, before a 4-day weekend. It’s time to push it.
The density of study per square minute is chaotically high - but worth it.
If I can get everything done, I’ll have days to shake off the smallness
of school, perk-up my vital-signs and revitalise.
I’m motivated, elated and intoxicated at the thought of it
- I’m twirling in front of mirrors - can these feelings even be articulated?
I’m dancing through metro crowds
the uneven cobblestones feel like clouds
I blew a kisses to a busking mime
while bopping to ‘Lady Gaga’ sounds
I shocked an old lady
with an act of voluntary kindness
- I gave her my seat on the metro
she had groceries and looked about eighty
People aren’t mean,
they’re just mindless
it’s a form of situational blindness
I hope you guys have a great weekend too,
just relaxin’ and passing into springtime.
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A song for this:
Kissing Strangers feat. Nicki Minaj) by DNCE [E]
Back 2 Back by Dazy Chain
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd,
Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands.
Trains whistle past in endless circles,
Rushing toward visions that never stay.
I stand beneath a single blinking light,
Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away.
No need to follow fading tracks,
No rush to catch a train that disappears.
The platform empties, footsteps soften,
Only my shadow remains, still and calm.
Lights dim slowly until all is dark,
The station folds itself into silence.
Here, stillness holds me nowhere left to go.
One last train arrives, quiet and just for me.
A dream that stayed while I let the rest go.
I was surprised
It was so nice
As strangers passed
I checked you twice
And there you were
My curly friend
A blessed human
As strangers wend
You turned and smiled
It was so sweet
My heart was warmed
Your hug complete
And as I sit
Reflect on this;
The lingering warmth
Of friendship bliss
Hits somewhere deep
From you to me
And back again
Though words so twee..
Could not explain
The depth of love
That knowing you
Calls from above
So curly friend
With eyes so blue
You are enough
And that is true
May God's true kindness
Ever be
That sacred space
Twixt you and me
There are a lot of mysteries, anomalies and such,
things that seem to have no explanation why they are.
One of these (above the rest) that makes me wonder much -
is how the foolish crowd is made of people who are far
from being foolish on their own. Yes, people who are good.
Yet somehow when they’re in a group, mysteriously they change.
It’s something I suppose just really can’t be understood.
Yeah, something that is general and it’s nothing short of strange.
For every group of size (the more there are, the more it’s true)
is full of gossip, foolishness, and cold judgmental spite.
The group does things that what its members on their own would rue.
Collectively I guess they lose their sense of wrong and right.
And this anomaly has been the case throughout all time.
It’s something that will surely drag you down, if it’s allowed.
So maybe it is time to get yourself out of that line,
and make sure that you’re never part… of the foolish crowd.
Oceans are rising,
So are the aspirations
Unchecked, untamed
Fierce crowds of
Hasty, unconcerned creatures
Called human beings
What is the future?
A sky hidden by mist and muck
Nights without stars
Days without sun
Earth lost by pollution and war
Whom would they rule?
Alas!
Wisdom is not communicable
How to salvage
The challenge is formidable
Where are the gods?
Sleeping or enjoying the game
Of their offspring?
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.
Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.
Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.
They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.
I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.
Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.
ok.. poetry..
Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.
I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.
It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
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Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
I composed this poem for the 'Poi-Etry' Contest
This poem is sponsored by Hilo Poet
In the clouds
Get going Mary
Shine through crowds.
It is dreary
Get going though
Write your story.
Fresh in dew
Get yourself loud
Moments are few.
Being alone in a crowd
The silence so very loud
All these people around
Lost in the sound
Yet no one can I see
Cost so much to be free
Between you and I
Is the burning sky
So close, a world apart
There is the beating heart
One among the many hidden in stone
Broken ,feeling alone
One piece of many parts
How many new starts
the chances you must take
To find your way around the fake
Lost in a haze
Life's become a maze
Only the lonely pay this toll
With the punches they try to roll
Lost to the night
They hope to get it right
One day
One way
The downtown streets are crowded;
The ferry lines are long.
New York’s no longer shrouded
In despair, but looking strong.
I kinda miss the quiet
And can do without the hordes.
I guess I should deny it;
Swarms are Covid-free rewards.
But everyone’s not ready
To pick up where we left off.
For many, slow and steady,
Still get spooked by sneeze or cough.
So I ventured to surroundings
I once traveled to a lot,
Yet instead of leaps and boundings,
Hesitation’s what I got.
The mannequins put on skin
pretending to be human
feigning familiarity
with lives they’ve never lived
performing a pantomime
of proficiency in poverty
the wisdom won from doing without
playing the part of people
they consider inconsequential
believe are below them
with whom it would be unsuitable
to be seen socializing
unworthy of a welcoming word
as they parade about
before the cameras and crowds
bedecked in diamonds and gold
silk gowns and Armani suits
whose value would feed
more than a few struggling families
Contemptible creatures
Heinous and hollow
Economic curve
Sliding down
Mushroom-like umbrellas
Springing up
Somewhat blocking the street
Drawing crowds
To buy the cheapest
Goods and wares
Without license or tax
This is my heartache,
To be a witness and listen.
The cries, from the heartbreak.
Make the sound on inside pain.
The saddest music of our times.
Drowning out the sound of joy.
A pause breaking up the games.
By negative policies employ.
The compromise gives us all a chill.
With an era of wasted energy
Sabotage binge waiting with despise pill.
To give time the thrill of fantasy.
Where are the crowds?
With feelings able to connect with.
They are the drowning cords.
Singing with heartbreak drawn breath.
Where are the crowds we knew?
Lockdown in their homes.
Under preference review
Participating in research measures.
Select silence to generate an audience.
When the crowds are gone
Much smaller, adrenaline stays the distance.
Prove there is more talent yet to come.
Misery can only last while it's wrong.
We do not know where the crowds have gone.
Or why the torment has taken so long.
But at the end, the truth will come.
Crowds surround my mind
I cant hear at times for crowds
Surround my day and night
My thinking process is off
My brain waves are crowded
Crowds are invading my time
My life, my mind
How you doing
Man that's a big crowd
I better control my own crowds
Yet it's all in my head
I'm just a
Born Schizophrenic waiting to be diagnosed
Why wait this long
It's my crowds in my head
Upon crowds to do daily things
Now I gotta walk through crowds
When already the crowds exist in my head
These crowds have more than my crowds
Voices of crowds in my head
Crowds of people you pass daily
Crowds of crowds just keep growing
They wait for my movement
These crowds
Just waiting
Crowds are getting bigger and bigger
I'm not even diagnosed
Is it gonna get better?
These crowds upon crowds within crowds
I'm crowded
I should change my name to Queen Crowded
who got more crowds than in my head
then again there just
crowds on a daily day
I have to maintain
Even at night
I still have to maintain
But then again im insane
Or could I be sane
These crowds
Won't ever go away
These Crowds
They wait and wont go away
these crowds
my biggest fans
or is it all in my head?
Crowds can be scary, become a violent band
It doesn't take a lot to turn ugly, to get out of hand
Just takes one to start it
Hell breaks out, it's retarded
Mob rule takes over instead of playing in the sand
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