Long Gasoline Poems
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Your eyes, a storm, a captivating fire
Pulled me in close, fueled by raw desire
Whispers started, shadows in the night
Tales of broken hearts, in pale moonlight
A legacy of pain, a trail you leave behind
Twisted satisfaction, tearing up your mind
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Wear your father's madness, a crown of thorns
Repeating patterns, since the day you were born
Chasing fleeting pleasure, power in the fall
But guilt's a hungry monster, it will swallow all
Reconciliation's empty, without a debt repaid
A license to destroy, another life betrayed
A State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
We're oil and water, baby, a volatile mix
You crave the drama, I just need the fix
Of peace and quiet, sanity restored
I said what I said, and every word I meant
Is the truth, my dear, a line you can't erase
You got what you want, a tragic, empty space.
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Eternally forever...
In a State of emergency…
Gasoline and Fire
You're not me… And I’m not you...
I’m Back
I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois.
Safe travels and great
Time on the I-55 time machine.
Old friends came along with me,
Smells of hot
Rubber, and gasoline.
New sights, some in burning
Memory, some
Schmeered across the
Windscreen of my mind.
Felt my daddy’s calm
Fall upon me somewhere
Between the wheel and
The leather.
How he loves to drive
Sitting within me as
We dream and remember
Dreaming.
Somewhere on this road
Is a place of peace
And power -
A place where skin
Meets
Turning tarmac.
‘Round the corner and
Over the Earth’s curve
Horses to hand-holds
White lines to guide
Us.
Thrumming rhythms of
Expanding gas
Reverberate within our
Chest…
And time stands still
While our spirits
Fly
Together
Out into the cooling
Flows of the rivers
Of time.
His calming spirit
Is always smiling.
His love of life
Is joy within me.
Only for a second,
And chased after for
Hours,
Visions of his beaming
Smile and crooked
Teeth fill me with
Exploding love, pushing
Out the fear and pain.
Only the harmonies of
Throaty pipes and tires’ humming
The Zen of life behind
The wheel with my
Dad.
I know I can tell you
This….
He loves my connection
To the cars we have chosen.
They are only machines
Like me, strong and
Powerful and free,
But destined to
Failure and sweet memory.
A hemi – a chassis,
A tranny quick and sure.
Boom, roar! Off
We go into the
Slip stream of time
Again.
I'm living every dream and nightmare
And you're the only place I know that feels safe
As a friend, or maybe more
My hopes are too loud to decipher
And my dreams are growing ever softer
Rattle my heart and taunt me with the keys to the cage
That only exists because I lost focus and rage
I claimed that all that I wanted was a friend to the end
When really all that I craved was to be locked up again
Douse my mind in gasoline
Old dreams and memories
Will light the fuse
And uncover it all
I knew I was only strong when you were far away
And I hate to be weak, but God, you sound so perfect
And every dream or fear I've had is coming to light
And I don't want to hope so loud
That the devils around begin to listen in
And drive me back to despair after I start to win
I only just learned how to march on my own
And now that you're back, I'm scared to be alone
Awakened, I returned. A stream in Spring
to flow and grow on nature’s snow-melt milk.
I came to be of earth and sky; a fling.
My sire, a winter storm. Like liquid silk
emerging, I was born; a water child.
Between two banks I nestled with my dreams
and bloomed a gangly creek ‘til solstice. Wild
I played, not meek but sleek. I crested seams,
a juvenile with snaky curves and speed.
Mid June rebellion, ripples bared, I’d run
as sweet as rum and swelled with rain, (a)greed;
the gasoline with which my wish was spun.
By August dusk, a river woman reigned!
Oh, stars—those studs—did rise, as if ordained.
White man in the jungle;
Inner city ghetto Harlem;
Gramps getting old;
I was just a main streamer;
None of this makes any sense;
He’s not getting any younger walkin round town;
Ghetto town trin to be bad real hip now yah!!
I am out in the bars liquor joints pool halls, all my life;
Hustling stealing begN all my life;
None of this makes any sense;
Beggin from my mama and them
Beggin from my daddy bro I’m sadly
Running a red light pigs see me;
Just their delight more police brutality;
None of this makes any sense;
Now scared need to git out of here;
People all gathering in the streets;
Prostitutes and Pimps calling each other sweet;
People united maybe together
None of this makes any sense;
United maybe gathering on the roads;
Little dogs getting run over;
Surrounding the area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
Black man in rich man’s heaven no gasoline to put in our cars;
Ma just turned ninety-seven there’s a shortage on liquids water and Kool-Aid;
There’s no alcohol, beverages for bars;
Talking to myself I’m in such a mess a hell mess;
None of this makes any sense;
Nowhere to have I felt blessed
In and out old rest homes sanitariums institutions
I’m her son, still in and out bars, pool halls dealN drugs this ain’t no life;
People gathering in the street;
None of this makes any sense;
A little boy gets run over;
Gang violent surrounding the area;
People all together for one common cause my brother;
Come on sing with me people voice your views;
Change your mindset and your tools;
None of this makes any sense;
Follow the right directions based on falsities not truths, What?
Come on brothers and sisters sing sweet harmony;
Area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
7/15/74
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1974, 2019
like waters for words...
The morning sun, taste like yellow-foul run?
Her voice smelled like warm caramel candy corn;
The music sounded heavy as the winter winds torn;
The color green feels like emeralds…
Aster-flowers
The color red tastes like Kool Aid™
Without sugar…
Midnight ran is bitter a garrisons;
The wind look as calm as spacious;
Seeing him walk was like hearing the locusts;
Tasting the nights dinner was like watching silent black N white television;
Hear her cry was like tasting lightening;
Smelling the gasoline was like touching a busy sticky-bee hive;
Touching her dying father’s hand was like seeing the gravel and rocks cry,
like waters for words flowing floating and rolling...
8/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
i look at these gas prices today
and they make it hard to laugh
when 10 dollars gets me a quater tank
but 20 wont get me half
so all my other expenses i have
i must put off to the last
after running around paying other bills
once again i'm out of gas
therefore i pull into the station
where i dam near faint
when i see that 20 dollars
only puts 5 gallons in my tank
i need to start riding a bike
but i have too far to go
so i end up staying home alot
cause i cant afford the petro
i remember when gas was 94 cent
back then we were really spoiled
now it doesnt make any sense
the price they put on oil
why could'nt i have been an oil tycoon
or an arabian king
then the last thing i would worry about
is the price of gasoline
as for now i think that electric car
has found itself a new fan
for this is the last time you see me
walking !! with that damn gas can
Drive forward.
Before I leave, I must plant a tree,
Because a rainforest is what you need.
A missing piece of our destiny,
Can be found beneath the leaves.
Write a note on a cut down oak.
Make a promise to them all.
Change your ways before you go
And never hide behind an opinion that will fall.
I have a key to what I keep, feeling on the inside.
I will let you clone me, if you like.
The mind is never free from the noise;
A sound so loud it will make you cry.
Tranquility is just a dream,
We wish for as the days go rushing on by.
So soon to be gone; on a one way track.
The time has come for us to try.
Break apart every wish you have
And spread the luck around.
Give their cheek a kiss and lend a hand,
When the lost need to be found.
Gasoline on a one way street;
No fire station on the way.
Use sun screen to protect you from disease.
No cell can ever save you from the pain.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Jails are bleeding out because of politics and false empathy.
Asylums died because of Geraldo's passion and naivety.
Now crazies and mad dogs are working out their kinks.
Out on the streets and onto the neckbones of society.
Politicians acting surprised when the mayhem arises.
Even though it was caused by their failed P.C. policies.
While a bunch of fat cats are scratching each other's backs
Pointing claws and blaming while donning fancy-ass hats.
Shedding crocodile tears, but they care less than the predators.
Nowhere is it safe for your sons and daughters.
Not even pine needle trails, where they seek peace.
Two-legged copperheads lurk behind trees, under leaves.
You've passed them before-those wild-eyed half-beings.
Flint souls sniffing for a syringe brimming with gasoline...
Just off trail, a thousand shallow graves of the naive.
Gathered my belongings and I burned them as an offering
to who I might one day become if I could let them go.
I knew this gesture could be seen as one more case of posturing
but I’d grown tired of who I was and all that status quo.
Wind was blowing, killed the flame, so I poured on more gasoline
and never gave a single thought that I, too, might be burned.
In my head it would be like what you’d see on the silver screen
where Karma only bites the ones whose lessons are not learned.
And the flames rose up
And the smoke blew away
Everything I had been
Only yesterday…
Sitting in a lawn chair with the green grass tickling my feet,
complacently I watched as my possessions turned to ash.
Imagining a better place, a house way up on Easy Street,
Where I could spend my lazy days just twirling my moustache.
Wind was growing, felt the heat so I moved my chair back a bit,
distancing myself from all the things that I’d thrown out.
Now short on accelerant , I packed away my arson kit.
Never felt so certain though down deep I still felt doubt.
And the flames all danced
In a weird display
That I would have feared
Only yesterday…
As the sun was setting all the embers started sputtering
and slowly growing colder in the evening Autumn air.
And I could feel my heart, like a butterfly was fluttering
looking for escape or just an answer to a prayer.
Wind was gently dying down. Packed the car, anticipating
moving on and moving up and reinventing me.
Red and orange, the glowing coals were still so oddly captivating,
so I stayed to witness the end of the mystery.
And the flames all died
Like an old cliché
That I might have said
Only yesterday…