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The way, in which I lived, so shall I die?
The sea salt washes up against rocks
and bleach the stones white
Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew
Someone was mourning a death.
The party was going strong
The doorbell rang. In that moment
Everything changes.
Speak low, lean low
Turn down the tempo
A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man
Took his last breathe.
Did he pass the test?
Bending over and sniffing the coke
By the mountain load;
Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt
How you lived, so shall you die?
Why cry. That was your life.
He became the cocaine and
His mind became retarded
The salty breeze massages my scalp
As they soul jump into to the sea
longing to be cleanses
Speaking low, leaning low their noses
Are on fire: another lost soul
Bolivian marching powder
Drip, drip drops of blood
Vanish out to sea.
a different kind of philosophy
The Devil philosophy
You ripped me
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough
To pull back my paper heart
You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts
I became your paper mâché
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears
You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three
My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare
I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage
I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY"
On faith I rise
For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.
Today is the day you show us your worth.
You recede,
you retract,
a retarded new birth.
This taking motion.
Your body paints on the canvas of its life,
an outpouring of you without control.
An abstract,
a schoolboy erraticism,
in colours not seen by your eye.
They take you.
Your canvas awash with human error,
they break you,
they shape you,
they paint you a colour.
These tones are not yours,
a model,
a floorshow,
with no applause.
All of your motions undetected in this hour.
This world has no time for you,
but you are measured,
in black fingernails,
patches in veins,
stitched lips,
in coolth.
They gift you,
cold,
in this place of warmth,
this home.
Unrecorded timelapse shows majestic animation,
interrupted by fast comings,
and faster goings,
and
teardrop
explosions.
You are home,
your home,
our home.
oh, those years of sit down and be quiet,
of all our shortcomings,
our
hearts
darkest
riot.
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
My favorite time of year
is Halloween.
It's the one day out of the year
when everyone else wears a mask, instead of just me.
I am reclusive very,
retarded socially
and as uninteresting as dull can possibly be.
Some may hear this and totally disagree,
because they see what I allow them to see only.
They see my mask that I wear publicly
whenever I'm in situations socially.
Behind my mask I am reaching out desperately
to assimilate the behavior of others I have studied
who find themselves entertaining others socially.
Inevitably it all ends up being too much work for me
and so I return back to my life of reclusive solitary
and remove my mask alone at home where no one can see
the reclusive very, retarded socially,
uninteresting as dull can possibly be,
ME.
The food was indeed, Greek.
My first Greek Frappe!
A most divine, heavenly treat.
Gods must have created this.
So far beyond good!
In gigantic glasses,with ice chips.
It was as good as an Ouzo on the rocks!
The Festival on Saturday was terribly
overcrowded,
I wanted to leave,before it started.
Fashion in the USA,no kidding has truly
grown retarded!
I like seeing men as men, not dressed as
obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball
caps.
And the beauty of women?
Tossed away like toys, now women
only dress as boys?
My years are catching up with me,
I must hearedtdly admit.
I wanted to run from an American
culture that is so far from fashion
phenomenally adrift!
Like buffalo we were overcome with
the most fashionably unfit.
I sat with my daughter drinking a
Frappe.
And my only thought was how soon
and how fast we could get away!
I lost my appetite to eat with American
bisons!
With god-ugly toes jutting out of
cheap, plastic flip-flops.
Fat leaping out of obnoxious holes on
jeans of 300 pound women?
Ah, kill me now and let me go to
heaven!
I lost my appetite to eat midst this
hellish plethora of dirty feet.
And hair from hell to top off this
ungodly, human feat.
Then came beautiful girls, their
arms skewed with tattoos so ugly.
My desire to escape hit me much
more than suddenly.
I did have a Pastitsio, that was
yummy!
Just had to keep my eyes off the
volcanic, bulging tummies.
Thank goodness there were not
many children there!
Their mothers, the size of German
tanks would have squashed them
into instant mummies!
I did buy an icon of Christos and
Panayiota holding her child
Both in a carved wooden case.
Now this brought a smile to my
face!
And a turquoise evil-eye bracelet
with crystals, to ward off any
future toe and bison disgrace!
Greek bread we brought to take
home.
I swore up and down to never
leave my home, to roam.
Greek cookies, Kourabiedes,
and Greek bread, seemed to
calm my confused head.
Perhaps, going on a Saturday
was the worst possible choice.
Maybe I can go blindfolded next
year and hush my voice?
Or not go at all?
Still have PTSD, after what I
always previously I experienced
as a yearly treat.
It once was like going to a ball!
September 10, 2029
The attendees were not Greeks.
Form:
No matter how accepting society becomes,
it's hard being a *****.
You feel you're not part of,
like you don't belong here.
Queers and gays,
are not sexual deviants.
No, were not missing
any ingredients.
Being *****,
is not evil or a curse,
It's not something,
we practice or rehearsed.
It's not a sin,
wrong, weird or strange,
It's not a phase,
or something we can change.
No one should have to hide,
who they are?
We are not retarded,
no need to lower the bar.
We all have our inner demon,
and things we fear.
Gay-bashing only happens,
if you’re a *****.
We should be allowed,
to love who we love.
Two people same gender,
don't make a federal case of.
From day one all we hear,
is that we have a flaw.
It's like always getting,
the short end of the straw.
Most of us choose,
not to wear a mask,
Why you choose to be *****?
the question that they ask.
We hear a lot of,
we won't ask you don't tell,
They pray for us,
were headed straight for hell.
After all we are part,
of the human race,
Your opinion shows,
on your face.
TURBO1904
Intellitard
Fortified and guarded skeptical little fool,
swimming in the deep end of a shallow pool.
Industrious and luxurious, successful so it seems,
working silently all alone but for the wrong team.
Paranoid and departed mysterious little foe,
the Mr. behind the glasses in the corner all alone.
Serious yet hilarious, a captivating sort of scene,
From the decorated Hero to the gutters Dope Fiends.
Intelligently so retarded bad mental chemistry,
the smartest dumb person throughout all history.
bmdavey@
02/23/16
Jimmy was called names, discouraged, disparaged,
The only people who pretended to like him were my mother,
And Miss Kneeland, our first grade teacher.
Jimmy loved my sister and me. He was three times as tall, as tall as the sixth graders, and he was in second grade, but he had flunked twice …. At least.
Kids made fun of him. Called him horrible stuff.
My sister and I threw rocks at them and yelled at them.
But we were small, little.
Loved by Jimmy.
One day Jimmy stopped coming to school.
It was too hard for him.
The next thing we knew he was in big trouble
with a neighbor man
for taking his tractor apart.
That “retard” took my tractor apart!
The rumors were going around hard and fast.
The man was so mad at the retard, our friend Jimmy.
Until he discovered that the tractor,
which had been a lemon from the get-go,
was finally running smoothly.
Then, to the man's credit,
he told everybody in town
Jimmy the “retarded” boy is a “genius.”
My sister and my mother and Miss Kneeland and I already knew that.
Remember when I first met you?
Remember when we both knew it was true?
Remember when we talked all night?
Remember when we’d laugh about some stupid fight?
Remember when I first told you I loved you?
I remember when you first told me you loved me, too
Remember when we got stuck so far
Because you decided to intentionally break your car?
Remember when I was sick and you took care of me?
You stayed up all night, and even made me iced-tea
Remember all the movie phrases we quoted?
Remember all the parts of a car that I noted?
Remember when you didn’t believe I’d get dirty?
Then I got antifreeze in my hair and I felt really nerdy?
Remember when I met your little brother?
And I was disappointed that I couldn’t meet your mother?
Remember all the secrets we shared?
You tried to teach me not to walk away but eventually I would not have even dared
Remember when your grandmother made nasty noodles?
Remember laughing about all my retarded doodles?
Remember playing all the games we made up?
Remember when you and I played real rough?
Remember me falling asleep numerous times on your chest?
Remember when I got sick, you told me to rest?
Remember when we slept I held you tight?
Remember teaching me how to change a tire that night?
Remember the bar we first got together at?
Because I can tell you exactly where we sat
Remember when you came to my house at midnight to get me?
Remember you and I feeling so free?
I can go on and name more but here’s just a few
And these are all the reasons why I want to marry you