Long Somebody Poems
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Wanted to be somebody someday
Couldn't find my way
The man I see
Wasn't the man I thought I'd be
Lost in time
Making things rhythm
One step closer to who I want to be
The man I want to see
So many paths to take
Tomorrow is mine to make
Leaving yesterday in my wake
Time passing by
Puts tears in my eye
Time just makes me older
Life makes me bolder
Love made me colder
Looking out into the night
Watched this big fight
What a sight
Lost in my mind
It keeps hitting rewind
Living in the past
Became my cast
Loosing my tomorrows
Over yesterdays sorrow
Stepped out past the pain
Cause I had much more to gain
Than living in the rain
Everyday I try
Somedays I still cry
But on and on I go
It is myself I need to show
I have the strength
I can go the length
Find that man I seek
Of whom I once had a peek
Find the way
Making it through each new day
Till that man I see
Is the man I be
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
How could I ever be me
If I don't take some sort of lead
Try being myself
Instead of somebody else
If I don't see the need
To be who I'm supposed to be
Stay true to this thought
Not something I'm not
If I never feel free
How can I ever be me
How could you ever be you
If you only do what others do
Or you don't find the time
To do what feels right
Don't have a say
In the way you play days
If you're never once moved
To stand up for the truth
If this you don't do
How can you ever be you
How could we ever be us
If we don't do it all out of love
Don't try the best that we can
On our promises kept
If we don't take the time
To live out this life
Give an answer to it all
To stand and not fall
When the time comes
How can we ever be us
Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated
to the suburbs.
If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in bright feathers and pheromones.
Should you wish to elicit a response
from a Red-crowned Amazon..
just ask any witch cat which hungers
with an acute accessory olfactory
rife in feline grin and purpose
eye'n the skies cheerfully.
And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles
'this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.'
they're listening too, with a coo and squawk
o'er the skies of Silverlake
and Eagle Rock.
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This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965
I see tears coming out of your eyes.
Forget him, he is no prize.
For somebody like you, there are plenty of other guys.
What I have just told you should not be a surprise.
You wasted your time with that stupid jerk.
I don’t believe he is normal. He has many a quirk.
Let that fool go. You can do better than that.
There will be other candidates standing at your welcome mat.
Do you want someone who will give you lots of affection?
All you have to do is look in my direction.
There is no need to feel sad and glum.
I have much more to offer than that bum.
Robert Pettit for Michael’s “How to fix a Broken Heart” contest.
The seed of ego and pride continued to generate hatred
Somebody grinded, somebody kept choking here and won
Every human being described himself as the greatest caste
Mankind was everyone's caste, why did every human forget it.
In the face of hollow claims, know how the country is growing
Now the curse of casteism is also suppressing humanity
Do not blame anyone who has set this fire
This spark of poison has come out of your house.
Why did every young man standing on the border save the life of religion
When here, by making caste the only limit, every person died of hatred.
Why is casteism becoming everyone's self-respect
Hey, in the race for this important, nobody achieved anything
Now to eradicate this malice cup root, one has to step up
Casteism is an inundation of fire, one has to burn feet.
I will not talk about caste, nor will I talk about religion
I will not be proud, I will not be ashamed
Just pay that great duty of human being
Bring me happiness in the world, I will talk about that karma.
Somebody is feeding us knowledge,but we still need to go to college!Who taught "The Teacher" to "Teach",and "The Preacher"to "Preach"? The Lord God Almighty walks beside us who believe in him as we walk all the way to "Eternity"on our specific path!Time itself "Stops"at the speed of "Light" ,and "Eternity"begins in that specific "Space" for everyone in "The Human Race"!We all walk on the road to "Eternity",and will wind up in that specific "Space" through "Mercy,Judgement,and Grace in the great debate on a specific date,and no one will be late,and no one will have to wait,because "Time Itself" will have "Stopped"!We exercise our working memory as we walk,and travel in "Time"on "The Road" to eternity! We put our senses to work as we walk on "The Road in "Time" to "Eternity" where we enter into another "Space" without "Time",but does "Exist"as a "Reality" that can comprehended while we are walking in "Time"on "The Road to "Eternity"! We enlist our emotional memory of who walks beside us as we walk to "Eternity"! We practice and preform to reach our highest peaks in all our memory to defeat "The Enemy",as we walk beside "The Lord God Almighty" who walks beside us while we are walking to "Eternity"! We take advantage of "Technology",and use "Spiritual memory" that is but has not been discovered to overcome the reality that "Evil" does exist,and is daily defeated,as we walk with our savior who's "Rod" and "Staff" is "There" on our behalf to destroy "The Enemy" as we continue to walk on to "Eternity! We build our "Cognitive Reserve"by paying attention as we walk on "The Road to Eternity"!"Our Enemy" died on "The Road To Eternity"!Time Stopped,and "Space" would not let "The Enemy" come in to "Eternal Happiness,and "Eternal" Life on "The Road to "Eternity"! On that special day "The Enemy" had to go another way": I can't say what way that was,but it surely was not in "Heaven up Above"! The enemy went where there was "NO" "LOVE"! It was a different kind of "Road to "Eternity"!From "The Beginning" "LOVE" came to me,and I did not see it ,but I knew it,at first "Thought and first breath,and everything else came later as I started to pay "ATTENTION"to my "BEHAVIOR"!
They say they’re anti-fascists,
ANTIFA is their chosen name,
that they have to go fight Nazis,
on whom every bad thing they blame.
Though they’ve never described to me
who exactly these Nazis are,
or how fighting them requires
smashing up random people’s cars,
Or destroying people’s businesses,
we’ve seen it again and again.
they say they’re fighting Nazis,
so why are the acting like them?
They rioted down at Berkley,
when a gay man came there to speak,
they proclaim that ‘words are violence,’
then left folks lying in the streets.
So many act of violence,
too many to possibly list,
so many they they’ve been declared
to be domestic terrorists.
Targeting those who disagree
with actions that none can defend,
they claim they’re fighting Nazis,
and do so by acting like them??
And then there is the masking,
black rags drawn over their face,
makes it easier to avoid
being punished for all their hate.
Fighting in a mob like cowards,
yet believing it’s justified,
since all to the right of Stalin
are fascists who ‘deserve to die.’
So if you hold a prayer rally,
you better be on guard, my friend,
they say they’re fighting Nazis,
and do it by acting like them.
I’ve seen them attack journalists
just getting footage for their feed,
used liquid concrete and their fists,
gave the poor man a brain bleed.
I’ve seen them take crow-bars to the
head of a white-haired old man,
smashed people’s skulls with bike locks,
how much more of this will we stand?
Somebody is going to die,
it’s only a question of when,
these scumbags act like Nazis,
we should not tolerate them.
It was a joke
It had to be a joke
A joke it apparently wasn't
But everyone's laughing
At a joke that isn't a joke
A joke spoke by nobody
A joke spoke by somebody
A somebody certainly not joking
But joking is the way it was taken
A token joke spoken in the moment
Just a joke
Just a silly little joke
But there was never a joke
Not a joke spoken
Not a joke for a token
Not even a token joke
Just words spoken in a humorous way
But certainly there was no joke
Just a joke in the delivery
Just a joke in the unfinished sentences
Just a joke in appearance
But there was no joke
There was no joke spoken
A joke was articulated
A joke was left on the table
'A joke spray painted on project halls
Where kids are just trying to survive
A joke painted on faces
A joke immortalized in literature
Just a silly whimsical joke
But what was the joke
Because I bore witness to no joke
It was a joke
Because it had to be a joke
If it was a joke we're all going to choke
Listen to me
There was no joke
The joke is
We're still talking about it
I was nobody
I was never known by millions.
I was not of influence, wealth, or power
I was just another person in the crowd.
I was a body at many different jobs
I had a few relatives and friends all over
Some I only talked with on the phone or online.
I think some of them miss me, but I am not sure
I know what is left of my family misses me
The empty seat at the table still makes them all tear up.
I was nobody
The world did not know me
I was a face passing through the realm of time
My anonymity was both a curse and a blessing
I did not matter to most people.
I was a just few numbers and a name
on cards and things in my wallet
I was of little to no value to most people
I was just one of many who died of a deadly virus
Now I am a number in a death count that still climbs
I was nobody
Yet a stranger held my hand knowing my light was extinguishing
A trembling hand that had clearly held too many hands like mine
with a pair of teary exhausted eyes ravaged by this unrelenting insanity
The stranger gave me hope because after all the pain and suffering they endured they were able to find a few more tears within them for a nobody
The stranger understood that I was not just another face or number
They realized that this nobody was someone to somebody somewhere.