Long Fiji Poems
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She offered me a glass of water from the tap.
Delighted by the fact I happily accepted.
This wasn't like anything I've ever tasted.
I've never had Evian but I'd bottle it the same.
This particular taste wasn't accompanied by anything sour.
A strange taste that makes your face scrunch.
Before I knew it I drunk the glass whole.
Fiji water is an acquired taste.
But all in all I still enjoyed it.
I asked for another glass, feeling each ripple swish around my mouth.
All water doesn't taste the same and this by far.
The best water I ever tasted.
Ice included.
Fogging the outside of the glass.
Fingerprints forever stained.
If I was a fish I'd be in heaven.
The correctness of solely something to become apart of.
The importance that signifies how great this is.
The human tongue is an amazing thing.
Enjoying the spring water that flows directly from the well of your heart
7/23/22
Unlike anyone
Can't be worried about none
Got to get it done
As well as have fun
Doing it all underneath the moon and sun
Took losses but mostly won
Carrying a gun
Weight on my shoulders light as a feather or a ton
Regarding me, ladies often shun
So I just move on and hit another home run
All night and day long
I remain strong
Despite feeling lost like a stray dog
Not all have something nice to say
She won't give me the time of day
No matter, I'll find a way
Without there being a price to pay
You won't, but believe me
This all seems to be
Somewhat cheesy
And far too easy
People remaining sleazy
It's nothing new for our species
The tires wearing down, getting a little screechy
Another glass of alcohol instead of Fiji
Feeling alien like E.T.
Far from peachy
Can't get any time back
Girl you got something about you, I like that
But you're always trying to strike fast
Staying cold like an arctic ice cap
I can't even get you to reply back
Left me high and dry in less than five flat
At this point I laugh
With much of this I could do away
I'm hungover, but I don't need to recuperate
I still show up and work through the day
Then I rejuvenate
Nothing but the truth I state
What I do, you can't duplicate
With you, I tried to communicate
But you just wanted to mutilate
Regardless, I got to do it now, not in a future date
Respect to the Holy Mother
She's always trying to throw me under
In hopes that I will only suffer
Among all these trophy hunters
Seeing mostly colors
Still a lonely er
11/7/22
Still there is bombing grounds
A whole lot of clowns
That talk down
I still help in saving lives some of which from a dog pound
Regardless if I ever make my mom proud
In the end it's all up to god now
Always being overlooked
Everything is what being sober took
The same said for taking a closer look
At times experienced it first hand and even wrote the book
Still f***ing up my kidney
They always they thought I was being just silly
But really
I couldn't help it and at this rate it will just kill me
It was once chilly
Couldn't just warm up from a cup of chili
At times caught up in a tizzy
Because it's tricky
Day and night in a corrupt city
I could care less whether or not you believe me
Decide for yourself if it all is that easy
From here to Waikiki
To Fiji
Beyond material like a Lamborghini
Zero pain in my left knee
I could not name a song by Kenny Chesney
Life will always test me
Why are they so quick to judge and detest me
Regardless if people go against me
I'll never let it effect me
They always want my help
When it's anything strong or heavy as well as up high on the shelf
Across the Earth
Put in endless work
Traveled continuous miles
Tribulations and trials
Difficult to smile
They've been vile
File upon file
Could be compiled
To go through it all it would take a long while
That's when it happened, I was just fourteen years old, and I
what I am looking for-
only that something inside me searches·
something that searched before·
Before the name my mother gave me‚
before the mirror taught me shame‚
before the world said‚ "this is you"
there was something without a name·
Not something I discovered later‚
Not something I turned on inside myself-
this burned before I was born‚
and it will burn after I die·
I've found peace in sacred spaces, and felt the warmth of a gentle fire.
let the smoke rise‚ and disappear‚
and felt behind the prayer
A silence no one can speak·
not empty‚ fuller than full‚
more present than my hands can hold·
The soul known to sages,
before writing in Sanskrit‚
before crossing the seven seas‚
before becoming me·
There is a boy in Fiji, he's wearing a uniform that looks really neat and tidy.
the badge glinting on his chest‚
carrying questions no test can ask:
who is the light that shines?
Not the eye--the eye closes·
Not the mind; the mind loses itself·
But something observes them both·
between sleeping and waking‚
it does not rest when I rest‚
does not dream when I dream·
Never awoke‚ never slept·
Never sought‚ never lost·
It contains both the dreamer and the dream
without needing to explain·
I'm looking‚ I'm looking outside·
in notes‚ in names‚ in being seen-
but the scripture whispers back:
the seeker and the sought are one·
So I look inside myself‚ frightened and light‚
a young soul before an open door‚
not entering‚ just standing there‚
trembling at the center of it all·
The eye behind my eye asks for nothing:
No approval‚ no title‚ no name·
Everything was a blur, and it felt like my whole world was crashing down around me, like it was all being consumed by flames, before suddenly, everything just started to fade away, bit by bit, into darkness.
And it will burn when all changes·
It simply is‚ and in this being‚
Older than my blood and bones‚
I was not found…
I was never lost·
I was never alone·
9/8/16
Are you a Mac user or PC?
Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?
A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee
Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy
Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely
You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to work smart and hard for it, instead of hoping to find a genie
I wore a lot of hoodies and beanies
And scaled many hills and mountains freely
Didn't always eat my wheaties
Just some smoke, alcohol and food that was greasy
Naively
Spent most of the cheese I made rather briefly
Realize, you can't expect any freebie
Or it all to be easy
That's just foolish, whether or not you ever believe me
Don't make an fool of yourself and assume
Anything underneath the sun and moon
That just may lead to your own doom
One day I'm going to visit Fiji
With my lady wearing a pink bikini
As we kick back with our own martinis
Could go on about drinks and food, like kiwis
Sweet Tea
And fettucine
Alfredo with roasted zucchini
But I'd rather spare you that completley
By: Dalton Ogletree
On the roster for any thrill seeker in retro sneakers a eureka
Salsa eats & beats dash from the speaker splash of paprika
Anything else an imposter the don is chicharron in Costa Rica
Dominica tropical scenes greens means hullabaloo of callaloo
Equatorial Guinea don a pinny for panache of succotash tutorial
Who knew that Fiji do niche ceviche as good as you get in Peru
Decoder delish fish dish a glut of coconut and it’s called kokoda
Askance glance France may perchance be the gourmet dance
Escargot or Fruit De Mer to share the flair the care in a trance
Even in the present effervescent present food of the peasant
Cassoulet or tartiflette..pot au feu get a baguette jamon beurre
Concur not happenstance foody romance your soul will enhance
One could buckle or just chuckle as you gawk at a pork knuckle
Thick of neck sturdy nerdy stock eating speck or flock for hock
Out and about can’t flout the rule everything goes with sauerkraut
Old school burst all banger no clanger meat lubed into tubes wurst
Can’t scoff hats do doff to gourmand nirvana trough of jollof in Ghana
Phew not the voodoo or hoodoo crew but FuFu oh & some marijuana
Not a trend setter but better appetite whetter tomatoes with onions & feta
Deceives no peeves big hitter apricity of the simplicity.. pita & vine leaves
At your leisure forget the rest a beset treasure chest of pleasure and zest
Charter boat smarter gloat starter roe of cods food of the Gods Taramasalata
Meek weak bleak then Greek geek tweak should seek best test for any guest
Imagine being born into the world as a guinea pig. An experiment that as the ‘master’ of this guinea pig, you have a complete rule over to torment.
Imagine telling this ’guinea-mouse’ in a glass house, that the very walls were the only thing it could know...Then, the mouse thinking for itself.
Imagine every event, situation, life lesson, relationship, experience...All forged in a foundation of glass.
Imagine telling this mouse it was free...Yet, keeping a proximity collar attached to its leg and saying it were a bracelet.
Imagine this mouse asking questions and getting shamed, mocked, called out for having mad cow disease…
When no, it was indeed just a curious mouse in a fabricated house. Fabricated on the highest pillars of propaganda.
This mouse wants to go to Fiji. This mouse wants to no longer be held captive.
This mouse wants to think and live for itself freely. Not under anymore cracked windows, that can be seen through easily.
Imagine this mouse saying; ‘’No more!’’ But only coming to realize, this mouse house is not a house at all.
It’s a rattrap...An elaborate, well thought out plan over the span of centuries. To keep rats inside their little hidey hole, glass play pins.
This isn’t mind control. This is torture. Practiced. Intent. Bound. Malevolent. Hideous and sad.
Why did this mouse need to be put into a rat cage?
This mouse ponders the ways of being content with what it’s got, knowing that what it’s got was made from the very fibers Rumpelstiltskin forged.
Warts and all.