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R.P. Grcic Poem
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
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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24 seven,
Eight,
Nine,
Ten to the second.
Heaven ate my pancreas,
Please pretend eleven likes me.
Twelve times its elapsed,
Survival wasn’t even likely.
Shelved minds,
And a brain collapsed,
He forgot the old me.
Thirteen days in hells binds,
Sustained damage behind waxed out eyes,
“Can he even see me?”
There’s a bird who abides by a tree,
And he sings tenderly just for me.
Without a word he refines his tune elegantly,
His voice rings out slenderly,
Just for me.
Just for me and my memories.
Chaotic verses full of life and energy,
Carefree expressions of a bird so elderly.
I’ll just bathe in this melody,
The critter could render thee so happily.
For the rest of my days,
True,
True,
True.
Sure I know the skies are blue,
But the sun’s a pale yellow,
And the tree shades me from reality's hue.
I feel my blissful ignorance is long overdue,
My sails cast open,
And the winds bellow on through.
This’ll take me across the vast ocean blue,
And even when my spirit is broken,
That old bird's gale will bid my blues adieu.
I’ll miss him too,
Assuming he missed me in lieu.
I’m either a ‘to-nowhere’ travelling magician,
Or just a square average citizen.
Because what’s a square without his ritalin,
A nowhere man,
Deaf, dumb and blind,
Your average pity city civilian.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2025
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1.)
Not present at anything
Everything is just the same
Not many think about the portrait-less frame
I’ve had nothing
Feet buried in my ways
The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase
I can’t think straight
I’m sorting through your face
I’m fading away soon
Memories gone to waste
Afraid of the monsoon
Paint me with your abuse
I’m afraid of the sun too
Baked dry
My bed was home to a lagoon
I’m seeing my mum soon
Faked cries for help
She acted a pontoon
I’m needing my mum soon
2.)
I’m not sure of my age
A tar pit waits for me in my cage
I want more from what’s in this page
Mark it for when I’m feeling this strange
Life works out with minimal change
My face pale
My teeth bleeding
Life hurts our feelings all the same
Write down your pain
All you’re needing is to shift your blame
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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Quiet as kept,
I crept by the door where my neighbours are sleeping.
Stepped on by,
I think I overheard select whispers of a movie still speaking.
The silent disrespect,
My ears are erect,
Intruding where there’s no right to be peeping.
Metaphorically speaking,
There’s a gate we’re socially inept of leaping.
Introducing ourselves to the theme of silence broken by creaking.
Cracks in the walls where defiance of security comes leaking.
My ears are tuning into a day of the lives of some strangers weeping.
I know their lives behind four walls and a closed off ceiling,
Probably better than any friends and family that they’re still seeing.
The plot lines come with twists I’m privately critiquing,
And I jot rhymes,
Following every line repeating.
Until now,
My technique broken but somehow still keeping;
Pace.
Poetically I’ve now removed my very own base.
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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.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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The wind sang
The bird,
He said he spoke in chirps
The chime rang
Nine thirty,
Invoking church
He grinned and in slang,
He softly spoke his favoured verse
“He said bang,”
Declared the word
“And there’ll be a cry from the wayward Perch.”
Find me by the gardens,
The flowers follow the suns guidance.
Poems of complete jargon,
The power in words are intended for defiance.
Then the bird remained in silence.
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Memories tell lies,
“Behind enemy lines” is getting caught in my mind.
But “two twos” overslept,
Behind glossed over eyes the secrets are kept.
So memories tell lies,
That you already know.
My youth kept inside hides,
That’s something I just couldn’t let go.
That self supremacy just wouldn’t die,
Why,
Oh why shouldn’t I just forget my woes?
Over obsessively weighing cons against pros,
The case only gets closed whenever the answers are known.
Heart beats keep pace,
Decaying on the longer blood flows.
Sour and tart,
Life’s an acquired taste,
Some don’t mind waiting as the cancer just grows.
But hearts need to race,
Down roads with no clue wherever it goes.
I’m chasing being alive,
I just know that I’m close.
I’m chasing down my life,
To see the “Ro” I miss most.
Memories tell lies,
Sincerely yours,
One of the guys.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2025
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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
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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26-7-2024
Underneath the skin, coiled blood hissed.
And behind his sinister grin,
A hundred teeth hid a recoiled tongues twist.
His speech blunders, but within his eyes seethe,
Words wherein they need not leave his mouth kissed.
He spoke no lies, and often wonders those bequeathed by his gab gift.
But the truth lies asunder between his own words and honest habits.
What I mean is that he often preaches despite his own practices,
A conscious unclean, an empty coffin for each his inciting blacknesses.
24-7-2024
I forgot to live at seventeen
Years of loving the living dream
Hid more of my skin
Been hiding underneath my sleeve
‘Sincerely evermore,
The Ego; The Esteem.’
23-6-2024
It’s hard not to just focus on the faces
Sharp eyes straight onwards
The pupils follow what sight traces
I can’t help being this awkward
Sometimes I feel so hollow from slight gazes
Do you ever just want to hide?
Confined to the bright places
I’ve just gotta swallow my pride
Wherever the light chases is where I get borrowed by the tide.
20-9-2023
Angry men who’re hurt by the system,
Always complain they aren’t heard by the system.
Acting out,
Maybe acting a victim,
Maybe I just act a little different,
Or maybe I’m stuck in the same boat with them.
Regardless,
I wonder what they’re all mad about,
Wonder if it’d be different if their mother’s had kissed them?
I wander about,
Lost in the desert searching for a kingdom.
I’m praying but still disallowed,
I lived a life of sin from birth,
Damned to roam,
The river bed earth forgot since its drought.
They’re in my skin,
And they’re finding a way out,
Meeting the harsh winds that are fining me down.
The hostile sky,
Burn in my cottonmouth,
I’ve no directions,
Follow the sun from north to south,
Return of the Moon,
I’ve just got turned around.
Could I be dying,
My life accursed.
Without lying,
Dying first could have me sleeping sound,
Because if the reaper’s calling,
I’m surely finding my way out.
I write with repetition throughout,
I’m not very creative,
I’m reliant,
I’m eaten up by doubt.
Five lines about me,
I’m still nothing when I scream and shout.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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