I guess it’s about time that I posted some of my own stuff and maybe give a little peak into the bizarre mish-mash of ludicrous confusion that I call my brain. Here’s just a couple of free-verse poems that I will hopefully be able to turn into song lyrics someday, when time decides to allow me to.
The Tagger
Windborne colors
Swirling softly
Clouds of black, white, yellow, turquoise
Hug the wall
Of an industrial warehouse
A semi-truck
A McDonald’s dumpster
For all the world to see
The words
Of a self-righteous artist
Crushed by the feet
Of white-collared yuppies
And society’s soldiers
With batons in hand
And electric shock at their fingertips
Make their advances
On the self-righteous tagger
Armed with nothing
But aluminum cans
Of liquid color
To spread the word
Combat injustice
Fight discrimination
Defend equality
But his hands are chained
By the big man
With the money
authority
power
to maintain the silence.
Future Fantasies
Looking through a nostalgic mosaic
With snippets of wisdom
From the wispy sprawlings
Of centuries-old prophets
Or a fortune cookie
Wrinkled is his skin
Like the fabric of time
Rambling on and on…
About rain soon to come
But the rainbow lies ahead
To cross over into elsewhere
Or nowhere
Or wherever you might want
Or dream of
If we can only push past
Stone sentinels guard the way
Teach ’em to love
And we could make it
If only they could
If only we could
Learn a little
From our history books.
Modern Dystopia
Just for your convenience
Let me take your independence
You don’t need to think
No need to take action
Consuming satisfaction
Won’t realize it’s a distraction
Lean back in a luxury recliner
And don’t look out the window
Just keep scroll scroll scrolling
Fixed to your devices
While the world burns around you.
Bucket List
I don’t know what happens after this
If Judgement will send me skyward
Or shove me hellward
Or if I’ll be recycled
Into some new and improved thing…
Or maybe I’ll just rot in a hole
Human landfill
Turn to dust.
I don’t know
If I am the way I am
Because of the age of my soul
My past lives
The sequence of my nucleotides
Born into each of my cells
My thoughts?
Am I a patchwork storybook
A hodge podge of fables
More are added over time
Like a photo album
Of learned lessons
Or is there a central pillar
From my genesis
Always there
Always will be
A blueprint for my very being
The voices in my head?
I don’t know where I’ll go
Or what I’ll be
Or how I’ll be
Who’ll I’ll touch
And what will change
But I’ll try my best
To make it good
It’s all I can do.
Wow! Your poems are incredible – each is so thought-provoking and powerful. They’ll making such beautiful songs! 🙂
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Thanks so much!! This is the first time I’ve shared any of my poems so I’m glad you liked them 🙂
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I do the exact same thing in my jumbled pile of notebooks 🙂 though i dont think id be brave enough to share mine to anyone yet hahaha maybe this’ll inspire me! but your lyrics are crazy beautiful, i hope theyll eventually end up as songs and jumpstart good music again!
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Thanks so much! And go ahead and share out your words! Some poetry is better than no poetry 😉
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