Long Wired Poems
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I'm too tired to care -
too worn to wear that
chic shirt
which matches my shoes
that you seem to care so much about
I'm too drained to change at all
Truthfully,
I'm more than tired -
an exhaustion born
from a wired brain
too tormented to sleep -
Too terrified to be burned alive
in this frigid fire pit again
and again -
but too afraid to end it
Too scared to survive,
too frozen to finish it,
too weary to wrap it up
Too frightened to fix this
sinking ship,
too panicked to patch it up,
yet
too spooked to let it sink
What I'm trying to say is
I'm trapped
Haunted by each torturous moment
I feel too powerless to pry myself from
I think we're all too concerned
with our own prying
to feel courageous enough
to pry into another's life
and aid them in prying
just enough courage
to live another day
That's all you need
Sometimes just a pinpoint of light
on this ever growing galaxy
Just enough
I think that's what God gives
Just enough
"The Fiery Breath of Certain Death"
Or
"Alarm Bells Are Ringing"
You wear your anger well, it suits you just fine,
but, do we all have to feel the fiber of your fabric?
You toot in your zoot suit, then you scoot for a toot,
head wired, eyes fired, lip licking, lip flicking, chicken!
Snarling, snapping, rapping, grueling gruel, your fangs drooling,
rabid dog reflex, we'll just have to call you Rex!
As in...T-Rex, flexing oral dexterity,
you flex your pecs Rex, then your text is next!
OMG! The "Prankster," you're the original "Gangster,"
blogging and feeding, we eat floggings and bleedings!
Melting minds of the masses, you chair literary classes,
we suffer the choir, with heads blazing, ears on fire!
If kindness kills, then you kill us with "Carols,"
glock half-cocked...lock, stock, and two smoking barrels!
I guess the bullets you spray, helps keep the conscience away,
while you skin us alive, to be meat on display!
You drank angst from the wagon, a flagon "Snapdragon,"
wagging, gagging, with hellfire halitosis bragging!
Your breath of quick-fire death, inflames our thrombosis,
we pray today, that our blessed death, doth soon approaches!
But, till that day, we pray, for blessed redemption,
if we're lucky, maybe God will give us an exemption!
With excerpts from the movie: "Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels"
Once wired, now tired
Of the rummaging through
The barrage of promised threats
That have yet to come true
A pounding drum, inside my skull
Still refuses to relent
Overdose of legal remedies
Are sure to kill me, yet
I lie awake, most every night
Consumed by legal speed
But I'll never cope, without the hope
The very light that lets me see
Not more tough, no dose enough
The benzos soothe my shakes
Every month, my share goes up
I block out the toll it takes
To assume I don't care, would not be fair
I loathe who I've become
But the lack of tricks, to feed my fix
Keep me pleading for a crumb
A foggy night just tip-toes in
Like a whisper on a cloud.
And the haloed harbor lights above
Warmly welcome the sparse inlet crowd.
The briney salt air softly beckons me
To heed the seagulls' caw
My flip-flops rhythmically click and clack
Toward this Cinderella's ball.
My quest draws near so I slow down my pace
Aching toes sinking deep in the sand
Flip flops abandoned just like my cares
Nature's therapy right here where I stand.
I advance with caution, a wallflower I
At a party where I'm neither asked nor desired
So I make a small nest in the dunes out of sight
Heart racing, face flushed, voyeur wired.
And my wait for the show is not long at all
As they slowly emerge from the sea
Shells glistening wet, reflecting moon's glow
Each determined to fulfill destiny.
Their faces, though lined and cracked from the sea
Show dignity and wisdom and duty
And I think to myself there is nothing on earth
That can rival a sea turtle's beauty.
Together they stride, though they're built more to swim
And the sand feels like walking through tar
But the trek is an instinct, an honor, a rite
Each participant a humble star.
At last they reach an unmarked goal
And they pirate away tiny treasure
They tuck each one in with a warm layer of sand
Their faces betraying no pleasure.
Then each of these queens, neck extended, head high,
Must to return to her watery base.
And I thank my God for a glimpse of His work
In this model of beauty and grace.
February 14, 2017
I have eyeballs on rivals
to tear them from titles
push them to survival
for now's my time to thrive tall
replicating the idols
with my wired alive force
answer destiny's call
I'll live desperate no more
fresh with my core filled with fuel
skill pour sick of this stall
now to glide from the crawl
out of the Hell I endure
I'm most assuredly sure
I will rise from the fall
reach for prizes and soar
dead certain winner of war
Revive The Trim Trimmer show
With phenomenal flow
Not no go or so-so
oh no I'll show flow woah woah
High and low like a yo-yo,
smooth rhythm knock out blows
tick tock tick tock explode
If you don’t know now you know
not these awful corny rows
bring bringer of no hope
for The Trim Trimmer show
will win with win winner flow
There is one thing a liar hates calling it poison
and that is to be educated by the truth
morally wisdom has superior knowledge based on fact
We can cast shadows over everything when justifying sin
such clouds are dark in those blinded by guilt
These words from St Therese of Lisieux strike it perfectly accurate
the world's thy ship and not thy home
How we captain this vessel entirely is the path chosen
in those that brand what is right and just
condemning every value as corrupted
centred around this one defence that persecutes
Standing by the Word you now become judged
and forced into silence or submission by unjust laws passed
under this genetic makeup never ever did I think
that the day would come that it would become illegal to pray
to our Blessed Lord for our sins and those of others
and show us Mercy for our shortfalls
This world is in a sad sorrow state of denial living under rocks
where every good family value is flushed down the toilet
and we all know the truth can never remain hidden
if we are wired the right way around the Bible
Times Have Changed
By Franklin Price
4/21/2017
Times have changed, not for best
Consequences are confusing
Computers have replaced the rest
One has made what you're perusing
Internet replaced the letter
Wired phone and telegraph
Don't know how it gets much better
Makes us grimace, makes us laugh
Key strokes made this not a Bic
Sent out at the the speed of light,
For you to read, that's really quick
Instant info wrong or right
No further need for traveling
Computers keep us in the race
We can Face Time that's our thing
From right at home or any place
Fully clothed and at our leisure
In a suit or in the nude
Whether business or pleasure
Civilized or crass and crude
We receive both truth and lies
It's hard to tell just which is which
We must come to realize
These changing times are just a *****
These times have driven us to Snopes
Must question all we see and read
To find out if we're fools or dopes
Marks, to swindle, yes indeed
Consider this a warning call
Do not believe a thing you get
Question Snopes as you should all
It's not a source you should not vet
* Weird Science *
With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind,
for not caring over the objectives principles of the Heisenberg?
You passed each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string
No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity
God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain!
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims
Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.
By; P.D. ( LOL, I love Science )
by Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
I was raised to wear a crown
I may look shy in a crowd
But i was born to survive in these dark clouds
Criticism makes me bold
Unlike protons i know how to settle even when it is cold
I know what a struggle is
I know how to be independent means
They say i was raised from a dull background
Some say i grew driving copper wired cars around
But that created the person i am today
It was preparing my heart to face such life
I am a village boy
The invention of a village life
Thee innovation to the future life
I am a village boy
I'm not scared to tell stories of how i was raised
Words have come from the other side
Saying i have a soul of a kite
They say i don't know how to hike
They forget i raised in a cave
I do know how to climb
Thats why i always thrive
These scars on my face
They do tell many tales
The battles i fought with my enemies
And the path I've travelled to this moment
These old bodies,
Clutched
Like paper bags
Full of food,
Soaking wet
In a steady rain,
The bottom falling out,
Sent
Into the parking lot
Leaning
On
The wobbling heels,
The wheels of shopping carts.
You see,
The doctor’s office had been moved
To the shopping center
Next to Kroger
For optimal convenience
To the shopper,
So the patient follows
A path of crumbs
Like those seagulls
That have permanently
Abandoned
Water
For this sea
Of asphalt.
To the hospital
She goes,
Holding her heavy heart
To her chest
Pressed
Against
The steering wheel MRI.
The blaring horn won’t shut up.
On the way,
NPR,
With extraordinary
Casualness,
Reports
That, Today
The Rusty-Patched Bumblebee
Has been placed
On the Endangered List.
She thinks
As she listens
To the faint buzz
Of calamity
How quietly.
How calmly.
How privately,
For all the expected hullabaloo,
How actually
The Apocalypse
Unfolds
So ordinarily,
True
As a light
Left on
For the entirety
Of night
In an empty room.
They say,
At the ER,
That they’ve
Been
Expecting her.
An obese man
Sits across from her
In the waiting room,
Wired up to a wild, dripping octopus.
His T-Shirt reads
In big blue letters,
ATTENTION
K MART SHOPPERS.