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R.P. Grcic Poem
I think I spent my whole high acting all depressed
I get that feeling in my soul
As the fire goes fleeting from my chest
The decent prevents me to fly
Why leave the nest
Where I am
I feed from the teat of a breast
Content to live or die
The weed I possessed got me caught in the heat
Is this a test
Sweet baby Jesus
Rest your head and try to teach us
To read words repressed
Or to listen to the word of preachers
Truly I don’t feel blessed
Truly I don’t trust believers
I don’t judge based on the rules of freedom
Duly
I don’t restrict myself to the rules until I need them.
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My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t sleeping
Then several days went
The same waste stays
Can’t clean when I’m chained by the anklets
Godsent prayers came in graceless
Repetitious technique chased off my basis
I’m jealous of the mares who run the Mesas
Too free to worry if we’re Serbian or Croatians
Expelled air
Pollution of the body left me breathless
I’m no better
Than shoot us in the feet
Allusion of me to embarrass the lesser
That’s no lesson
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Soldiers of fortune caught in the construct
Captive foreign held in the menagerie
Shoulders abortion fought for my next salary
Now souls smoulder over their short daiquiri
I hate it when they’re mad at me
Tragedy had to be for a better tomorrow
War ages are coming
Prepare for the casualties
Rubble
And sorrow
Headlines a tad too hallow
Death still rages on casually
I guess it has to be
The delivery was free
Please don’t be mad at me
But whatever has to be has to be
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