Long Hmm Poems
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Well what do you want me to write now?
I don't know what I want to write
Because nothing I write is ever going to be enough
There will always be something
Same situation
Same bunch of s
I don't want to do the same thing any more
That unless You change or I change
I am gonna hang up my pen
I am tired
I am tired of all this bs
That is going nowhere
That is doing nothing
I want to do something
And if it is not then I am not going to do it
You lose Your effectiveness
Because You are not going to ever convince me otherwise
Time is a choosing
Time is a leaving
Got to pick it
Got to choose
And I am picking it
I enjoy this solitude.
It’s just some kind of mood.
As I inhale this sweet, sweet cigarette,
I have not taken my last breath yet.
It is satisfying to the bones.
I picked up a few stones.
It is like a long lost gem.
And with this rose stem,
I plant it in the soot by the grave.
For it is my heart that I gave.
I sacrificed my life.
I enjoyed that too, the knife.
As you watch me bleed,
I planted the seed.
It began to grow a rose,
But my heart stayed froze.
Such a delicacy..
If only you could see me.
I been going down,
In a white gown.
Now I’m just a ghost.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Six feet under.
You’re left to now wonder…
I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell
Two fifteen pound
steely danse sing
wrought iron dumbbells
ill-tempered, impatiently,
and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
and forthwith dense trait
heavy handed prestidigitation
to yours truly, this primate
currently attempting
to craft sad excuse
for a poem, sans far fetched
notion, aye trite re: late
engendering, foisting, and goading
bizarre lifelike qualities
to inanimate solid helpmate
to build (and/or oven
just tone) muscles bitterly, painfully,
resignedly wince, where washboard
abdomen long a goner
impossible to recoup,
whar hide didst narrate
ting hours sculpting great
former Adonis build
on these, now nada so lovely
bones, and experience
spiritual strife to oscillate,
perhaps witness sing
angst to esse skill late
heady feeling healthy vim within
myself, how just
with verily at least dedicate
half hour exercise can be great
for body, mind, and
soul triage, otherwise...
basic gravitational laws
of physics gladly
hand me unwanted fate,
how gradually physique
will eventually demonstrate
flabby, droopy, and
unwanted addy post tissue create
ting another reason to berate,
castigate, emasculate, where
self repudiation will germinate
(albeit, thence in extremis), yours truly
doth relinquish fitness regime
resulting sparking, and taste
testing casus belli dictate
tête-à-tête, viz hasty
unconditional surrender to
a void mortal kombat,
which latter, would exterminate,
the forces of yin and yang,
re: lee (I rub hurts) loch cur,
thence finding me fraught,
(yule hiss see - uselessly)
grant ting soul
option to disintegrate,
in the event emotional civil war,
rents asunder every fiber
of mine being, which
wrath wracked wraith self destruction
twill woefully satiate.