Y'all talk to me..As i do my act, What shall
Be.? We wait to see..? No true test is easy
Ain't that a fact.'
Summer seize heat.
Winter sees cold.
Spring changes our minds.
Fall surrounds us, sublime.
In the Summer, I twirl the stem of rose.
She twirls like a ballerina with her tutu.
In Winter, she’s brazen in virgin white.
She’s statuesque, tall as an oak.
In Spring, the music box spins and spins.
Her melody is sweet, prim and proper.
In Fall, the springs are shocked.
“Memories,” plays on and on.
I can jump to seasons as if changing channels.
My senses react to the perfume or crisp air.
Currently late
Summer, though
the boat is slow
in Georgia, where
the lights go out
in October, and
my head is high
in the leaves
spinning like
a pinwheel,
through hues
of God’s choosing.
He’s never late,
though we feel delayed.
Our seasons
always show -
on land, on sea,
on me.
and I remember the lamp,
its shade of childhood,
high on my dresser.
I loved the ballerina -
she moved me.
Wondering if we shall glimpse
such things that passed away.
Still we’d give up every last glimpse
to see our loved ones again.
Seasons be.
menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems /
broken promises / black bandana / clock rings /
thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi /
poison ivy / nicotine gum / ripped overalls /
leyland cypresses / junkyard blues / gutted cigarellos / abandoned houses /
tin foil flowers / gatorade / starburst / diabetic insulin syringes /
toy boats / vix vapor rub / red nose pitbull / lemon balm /
cutflowers / river stones / wooden crosses / cluttered bookstores /
broken pocket watches / bad behavior / birdsong / bantam chickens /
spare tires / cartoon band aids / unread voicemails / black ink /
ripped dollar bills / friendship bracelets / dirty laundry / vinyl /
chopped firewood / inferno / 70's model trucks / heart locket /
fave pen / soda slushies / free verse poetry / lana del rey / god jesus /
Graven images are currently called
monuments
Stone figurines erected by man,
built to carry his memory throughout all generations
God hates graven images,
they are an affront to His holy, infinite nature
Man trying to preserve himself forever in stone,
but before he died, did he have his sins atoned?
Or are all the transgressions he committed in life,
now forever etched in stone
His crimes now set to be judged upon
Graven images are currently called
statues
Stone sculpting depicting man,
so-called art honoring someone's fleeting memory
A solemn remembrance passed on to posterity
God abhors graven images:
make none, He forbade
Cast off the stony hearts which chained you in life,
before you go down to the grave
An idol worshiper has always been called
a devil's sin slave
“CURRENTLY”
the select
word for
the select
people makes
way for
the select
life.
those who
select die
before the
selection picks
them.
grab the
drink, piss
the revenge.
By: Chicano Eddie
10-28-2016
"CURRENTLY POSITIONED"
she's a stretched out
green car driving
bag of emotional
emotions that linger
after each use.
she's full of
acting skill
convenient memory
waterless tears
and denial.
she stands out
overlooking her
17th street playground.
watching
and waiting.
I wait for her
as she waits for
those that lied
for those that laughed
for those that left
while she
lies
laughs
leaves.
at 22 she likes
those soulless
and amateur boys
that add no value to
their lives or hers
their lack of skill
finds her lack of
thought and it damns
purpose into hell's
waiting room.
she's claimed these
foolish dick-led boys
capture what she's never had
she's un-old
she's un-smart
she's wasted opportunity
for the duration of a
phone call and
night drive to dirty sex.
often times
she thinks of one
remembers one
speaks of one
and I laugh at every
attempt to convince me
I've gained what
they've lost.
she drives her green car
it carries a mixed bag
of betrayal
she's empty without
her audience.
I hope her next performance
brings a standing ovation
because I've asked for a
refund.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
“Poetry is useless,” she thinks,
“especially mine, 'cause it stinks!
But what can I do?
I can’t follow through
on any sort of sensible job training, even that of learning to rhyme properly.”
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
1. Writing poetry in my boxers.
2. Trying to match the cracks on my iphone with the scars on my body.
3. Picking out a Disney movie to watch. Alice in Wonderland it is.
4. About to take a shower by candle light, and just listen to the movie and recollect the scenes I can remember.
5. Think.
6. Think a lot.
7. Make my Christmas list.
8. Pull out the Fortune Cookie paper I got recently.
9. Apply the message from the cookie to my Christmas list.
10. It reads, “Help love to keep living”
Its hard growing up now and days
So much is expected of you in so many ways
Everybody wants to judge you, but no one wants to help
They'd rather obsess over your life than to concentrate on themselves
You try to please others, but realize its useless
And it seems that reality is always out to prove you clueless
You want someone to love, but manage better on your own
If loving him is right, then you don't want to be wrong
Sex is an addiction, a vital necessity
You can barely make it through the day without craving that point of ecstasy
But what about love, trust, and commitment
All of those things that are soon followed by resentment
Crazy are these thoughts that plague us
Causing confusion and trying to phase us
Trying to eat at us from the inside out
Making us scream and shout...and cry
Seems like nobody cares, but you don't know why
All you know is you and you only
Maybe you should get to know someone else so you won't be so lonely
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