Long Hack Poems
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they say forgive and forget
remember and hold to account
seems to be frowned upon
and memorable events take a while
to manifest digest and process
narratives change with the core
at every reason and heart
‘everything is wrong and it is all your fault
what exactly you will have to find out yourself
I will put our relationship into a drawer
and possibly open it again once you …’
have changed to her wishes?
relinquished any meaningful part in the drama?
conceded to her perfidious pantomime?
are totally broken?
‘you claimed that one cannot talk to a depressed one
but were you not projecting your discontent?’
years on the metaphorical couch
like a spider in a cobweb of distrust
attempting to just pull one string
breaking at rock bottom
with someone else throwing rocks
from a fortress of a glass house
accusations lies silence pretense of innocence
and turning children against him
he walked a difficult path
many a time running on empty
but eventually it turned out to be
the best thing that could happen
and he found new love
made peace with his offspring
invested in kindness and compassion
now lives with his lover and soulmate
chapters however can only be closed
when the epilogue has been written
when the spine of the book
stands upright in truth
for years he maintained that she
could not have done any better
did not cope with her own crisis
and he absolved her from further critique
the protagonist eventually found his voice
He has become I and I lay to rest
my memories of that evil malignant
and greedy you chose to become
it was you who tore me apart
and watched with satisfaction
when I became vulnerable and depressed
discredit where discredit is you
it is not about settling score
or spread sheets of retribution
simple honesty will do and
I don’t have to be nice
because poems understand
and refrain from judging the writer
but deep in my soul I do not care
that you have turned lonely and bitter
because while I am privy to
exquisite satisfied pleasure
you made your bed
and that is empty for a reason
trying to hack out my eyes and essence
made me spread my wings joyfully
and you are an old haggard crow
merely feeding on crumbs
05th August 2021
You beat and smash their hands till the bones are broken. And though they cannot hold on as tightly, they still hurt themselves just to hold onto you. They are determined, not just to "prove" that they love you; but because they truly do. And they are willing to hurt, if it means they can still have you to love.
Although this person has gripped to you in a way you deemed impossible, your fear of the past overwhelms you.
But then, you realize what you've done. You look at their hands & see the bones are crushed; far beyond repair. You realize the person you've pushed away & hurt for so long, is still here fighting to hold onto you. You feel terrible. "I don't deserve them," you tell yourself.
They assure you it's alright. That it was all worth it. That they were okay as long as they still had you in the end. They loved you unconditionally. But you can't accept this. You can't hurt them again.
So again, you begin to try to pull yourself away. Though they still hold on as best as they can, the pain in their hands is excruciating. They realize their physical grip is no longer strong enough, so while fighting to still hang on; they scream in pain and beg for you to stay. Their shrieks of pain, & pleads to stay, echo in your head. You can't stand to see them hurt anymore. You're so focused on the damage you've done, that you fail to see that simply picking them up and embracing them in return would stop their pain. You believe whole heartedly that your presence alone is enough to cause them harm.
You finally decide: enough is enough.
You take a rough blade, & begin to saw and hack at their wrists. They scream. They bleed. But still they hold on. It seems that even the very bones in their arms are trying not to break, just to hold onto you. You continue to saw and grind, & hack and beat at their wrists until you cut through the bones...
To be continued...
My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:
A bloody throat gasping for water
is my alarm clock each day, it hurts all the time.
I drink and gurgle, but none of it matters, echoes
butcher my esophagus with hack-saw ripples
as knees tumble to drown in rusty puddles;
My lungs are a prison withered by the warden’s reign.
This morning I woke to the 13th straight day of rain
in Houston. From my condo overlooking the water
Clear Lake slept like a sidewalk puddle.
In July, humidity is a visceral sweater, sweltered by time
stitched in ‘X’s and needle-strung ripples
suffocating ragdolls in sweat-stained echoes.
I took my coffee on the balcony. Through iron-rods came an echo
redolent the voice of an angel; “Why’s it gotta rain
all the time, daddy?” she asked in wavy curls and golden ripples.
More clever then, I quickly responded, “Because god has to water
his plants, Ava, that’s why it rains all the time.”
It used to be I smiled as she twirled through puddles.
The morning sky darkened as shadowy thorns continued to puddle.
Nearby lightning cracks hid from thundery echoes.
With each explosion my locomotive doubled its time;
Faster and faster screaming and taunting the rain,
inebriated veins screeching “Ice-water!” -
…and then a stillness overtook me. The warden sighed a calm ripple;
From a dream my eyes bathed in tranquil ripples
of shimmering obsidian disguised as puddles.
Behind me were footsteps painted with water.
A song I knew from Radiohead was echoing
a muffled chorus through sliding glass doors; “broken hearts make it rain,
broken hearts make it rain” and I remembered a happier time.
Then ripples staggered down my spine. Tingling echoes
were empty puddles violated by rain in my fingers and toes.
I again looked down at the water and thought, “Better get movin’, it’s breakfast time.”
8/11/2016
2nd Place in contest "Rain" judged 9/10/16
A listless wall-clock tocks.
Pedestrians sleep-walk to their garages,
strung out nightwalkers arrive home
to unwind main springs.
Neighborhood cats want in and dogs out.
Pet-free I arise
to pee.
Hung upon marshmallow bones
I roll back onto the perspiring mattress,
Its pillows are still drunk on mind-fog.
The slamming of distant doors
tweaks fine ear hairs.
The clock stops to rethink the notion of time,
hands flop out of its face,
those hands will never reach the floor,
not until bare feet repossess the rug,
nor until my toes can hack their way through
its pile weave jungle,
only then
will the wall commence to tick,
and a thick-tongued world clock in.
"Hurry up!" yells Mom, "the hack is coming 'round the bend!"
Another torturous day of school, won't this agony ever end?
With a fried egg sandwich in my Roy Rogers box for lunch,
I climb aboard to join that gloomy and sullen bunch!
What a disgusting horde of waifs each morn I must face.
Unwashed mugs with bits of breakfast showing a little trace!
The bus reeked of fried eggs, oranges and other exotic things.
What an unkempt and uncultured mass of little human beings!
The only ray of sunshine in that long and wearisome ride,
Was when my puppy love asked me to sit down by her side.
The other highlight of the day was when we were homeward bound;
A more exuberant gaggle of kids on earth could not be found!
Mr. Frank had driven the same old bus for years and years,
But still ground steel as he double-clutched to change the gears.
When getting stuck in a three foot drift of snow,
He would rock to and fro in his seat to get the bus to go!
A special treat that made us kids so very happy and gay;
Mr. Frank gave us a bag of candy to savor on Christmas Day!
Long forgotten rides on trains and planes were quite a thrill,
But memories of school bus rides remain with me still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Snow-blasting the black frost off my heart
Penetrating my brain with your smart
Releasing positivity - like instant-release
The reason why I was at peace
My short-term vacation away from home
Setting the mood for the entire day's tone
The indestructible jawbreaker heart firewalls
The entity that made me stop & pause
The backdoor special of a Lenovo life
The eliminator of a lot of my pain & strife
The entity that hugs me when I cry in the shower
The entity who brings me a huge statement -
With a little red flower
My calm, my cool, & my collected
The one I never rejected
Now it's been almost a decade - it went by too fast
Last time there was too much happening to last
The inspiration to a fading-out life
My reason to continue to take flight
I wish you could hack & write me too
& upgrade my software implementing you
Write me the ways you'd improve, switch & change
The guy who with negativity wouldn't engage
Who'd generally solve issues without the extra rage
Disciplined, intelligent, isolation straight
The one who wouldn't solve it with hate
It's you who scored me closer than anyone - ever
Who's always up for an adventurous endeavor
Strategetic, detailed, & clever
I'll never stop caring about you - ever
OK folks, there is something I need to share with all of you about yours truly, understand I have no problem with not sharing this in the past with anybody,
because I felt then and still do that I wasn't hiding anything from anybody.
ANONS hack into my Facebook page constantly.
This is their post, not mine, TheKidster, Billy.
Yes, I did write that write and this photo was created by me.
Along with writing I consider myself kinda, photo artsy crafty.
I shared this photo with ANONYMOUS with the hope that it might be,
a positive endorsement for all of these
very great people I would die for unhesitatingly,
at least the ones I've been fortunate to "meet."
I have never met any of them, be they he or she,
they or sometimes individually,
drop by now and then by hacking into my account just to say Hi to me.
These people do have the ability
to hack into all my friends lives and wipe you out completely,
but that isn't them, that's the way Big Brother wants them to be seen,
so I shared this with ANONYMOUS, not so anonymously,
To Show My Support For All Of Them,
for all their brave and great work we all so desperately need.
What is written on the bottom of the photo wasn't written by me.
ANONYMOUS wrote that and that is their way of saying to me,
"We appreciate your support, You Now Have An Ally, We Support You Too,
And No Government Agency Better Ever Screw With You,
Because Along With Our Government, We Will Be Watching You Too,
We Will Destroy The Lives Of Any And Every Individual Government Agent,
Who Dares To Screw With You.
This news is the most unusual, joyous feeling.
How can I ever possibly thank these great people I will never meet.
As you have now declared to me, I again declare to all of you:
ANONYMOUS, I Support Every Single Great One Of You,
oh, and I almost forgot, I Sincerely Thank All Of You Too.
Thank You ANONYMOUS
https://www.facebook.com/billy.thekidster/posts/1390479027703296
A Name
“His name shall be called…”
A great statement of His glory.
Yet immediately we reason,
Let’s compare it to your story.
Many problems loom large.
Deafening sound takes the stage.
Often wronged in the attempts.
Your own advice, you are the sage.
We’re hard at life, trying
To keep from playing the fool.
But, it seems, as saying goes,
You’re whipped like a rented mule.
We see the world a worry,
That great misuse of imagination ours.
Expecting all the worst.
Any unseen good only jars.
Quiet in learned helplessness.
It’s always two steps back.
Blame, that great excuser,
Used as a daily hack.
Conceit, that great disease,
Affecting everyone but the carrier.
Changing truths to fit our wants.
Outcomes couldn’t be scarier.
Smearing lines to get ahead.
Or, behold, the over analyzer;
Fitting obscure things together,
It is the great paralyzer.
Comparison, “Is this the best?”
That great thief of joy.
Fear, the great what if,
Satan’s perfect envoy.
Pride, the great enabler,
Seeing you deserve much more.
There’s always a thing to criticize.
There’s always a complaint in store.
You could do it but why bother,
'The mirth of it won’t last',
Regret, brings on sadness.
That great placeholder to the past.
Discouragement, that great crippler,
'Nothing ever has the good outcome'.
Or you have everything in life.
It feels so nice to beat that drum.
To the sum then; Everlasting Father,
Wonderful, Prince of Peace,
Counselor, and Mighty God,
Will straying never cease?
Alas, tis a simple question;
Where does your power stem?
These, His names, are thus written.
Oh, but what do you call Him?
Appalling.. hard not to diss the taking the piss
No not talking about the corking bliss of Travis
Bazball calling card just a scarred hubris abyss
Head’s rabid ripsnorter slaughter so rapid
Livid our boys stupid not vivid instead vapid
Fan fury wishing they will stop fishing
Hack jury dishing out flak still swishing
Go toe to toe with our oldest coldest foe
Blow by blow new low ego the worst woe
Wickets in a row..have a go free flow they all crow
Forget every aficionado all about Bazball bravado
Can hear them say no other way to play we know
Can’t teach reach each puppet that Mac did bestow
Beseech after another breach it’s the Muppet show
Boycott & Vaughan did warn along with many ex baggie greens
After the laughter at rafter of dafter scenes…still chill your beans
Really.. Stokes bespoke blokes choked were smoked...“Has Beens”!
What you say to a cat what a cat thinks
I want to lick everything you look at everything there’s nothing over there for you that’s a bookshelf I know you think you could jump up that’s a picture where are you going turn around. Mz tail talks be nice to the Chihuahua? He eatz my foodz my litter deposits. You see me not bop him I swat him run. You barfed on my sheets, not on that! Knock it off! Don’t please don't knock it on to the floor... Knock off... Hey, earbuds not toys for the fur babies! To play with? Here a toy for fur child... no NO! Fuxkoff! Death to earbuds, shoo laces see, I eat these, I’z kills your string, see string kill string, kills fuzzy things! Stop licking your butt! Licking, kicking, l stop biting, booping I’z poop them out, ouch! In box go. I found something in the litter box, know not what that is? Dear God! After you play with my earbuds… NO! Kitty! Kitty? Gotta hack up hair balls! Lick balls, I keep clean. I leave presents, a thang, l kill for you! Don’t you like? No? Go a way! ICK! Gotta clean up, why? My pillow what do you want? Attention? Is that what you want? Is that what…why? You’re bugging the f-out of me! Treats? Fluffy nuts! Stop licking those things… What are you? …I’z not a dog. Scratching! Eat it? Fleas get off! Scratching… That, oh… don’t touch!? NO! Damn! You Too. Hey get off! There mez running at 2am chasing, Mousees! Noisees! Gotta kill! Hunt! l’mz the predator! Part of that wont stop. What are you up, too! Don’t hit that! Stop knocking things off the shelf! You know what time is it itz 5 am feed me huumenz!