For the month of April/poetry.......

even flow?

The crowd settles into their seats
A sea of the home team's colours is abound
"Why don't you get on the bus back home!"
Someone has spotted an enemy's sequence
This heated rivalry has been passed down through the generations
There's a quiet calm as only one anthem will be played this evening



See you all on Monday! Enjoy your weekends!!!!!

DopeBeastie

my campfire blonde
lay like
cupped horseshoes
on the inside
of the tree ring
encircling our time
her face turned
from the orange glow
and pressed flat
against my chest
no room
no cessating grip
to leave me cold on her half
the night air at my back
the night air climbs
the hackles of my neck
and she
my campfire blonde
sucks complaints down her sleeping throat
she stirs up the coals
she takes up the rear

of_the_girl

sweet nectar
of life
i wanted to die
sweet
like
the sugar
that lay on his
lips
sweet like
me
at the age of
five
sweet like
your lies
sweet like
your lies

even flow?

Am I a rat?
No gun started this race
I forgot to bring my sneakers
So how can I place?
Where is the finish line?
How long do I run?
Some people come up short
I'm not having fun yet
Chasing the dream
You laid down for me
Stab you in the back
All for the money
I can find happiness
Without the all mighty buck
If your life needs the green back
Good luck

DopeBeastie

04/12/04

Love and Lonliness

Love and Lonliness combined.
Some ever shifting mixture of compassionate greed.
The war bride left at dawn.
The honeymooned morning after.
Left with everything I left to read.
Becoming the ghost
The whispered want
The whispering need.
The vectored thought that breathes.
Within. Without.
Inside a knee.
Outside stout and bold.
For the time being ill-content to rest among the reeds
Recording special forces saying "dawn waits for no one".
There is no dying.
It's amphibious.
Enduring the sunscreened air at high noon
And listening to a thunder's crash approaching.

even flow?

The lion roars
He knows of no technology
It's a showdown
He is warning you to back off
The lion roars
He knows of no technology
His domain is shrinking
He is crying to you to back off
The lion roars
He knows of no technology
His hunt is lit up in the dead of night
He is pleading with you to back off
The gun roars

of_the_girl

the sun finally shines
upon this dreary neighborhood
the clouds have scooted away
and let the sun
take center stage
and let the warmthof it
touch my skin
and let my heart
beat again
oh spring
you're here
and i feel so much
more whole

even flow?

Funny how you can hear the wind
Forever, never see it
Funny how you can hear your conscience
Forever, doubting it

of_the_girl

you're magical
with your silly laugh
i can feel your warmth
when you say my name
and it's spring
in winter
when you say my name
spring in winter
when you say my name
spring in winter
spring

DopeBeastie

So I’m wearing the sweater I bought for my Grandma’s funeral.
It might actually have been bought for Grandpa’s, I don’t know.
It’s hard to separate the two.
The understatement of the last century.
Grandma had it bad for Grandpa since she started the first grade.
She used to get in trouble for acting like a fool around him.
She spent eighty years of her life loving that one man.
Eighty fucking years, can you imagine it?
Her eyes never wandered.
Her love never faltered.
There was never any talk of greener pastures.
Never a rejection of any sort.
These, my intelligent ancestors destined to never love but one other.
The idea to me, a def-com 14 landmine a-bomb.
Set your phasers to stun
Train me
Aim me
Shoot that gun
Now, I know I don’t have the whole story.
But I held Grandma’s hand when he died.
I held her as she cried.
My eighty-seven year old friend who was a stranger to me, and I to her.
I watched her life fade like a superaccelerated movie showing the earth and sky rust cars.
She became more frail in the next two years and finally (and I’m certain not soon enough), she succumbed, fell under… was done.
So…
Now I feel alone.
Grandma? Grandpa? Dad?
If you have access to any strings up there… would you give ‘em a yank for me?
Thanks.
See you soon.




(more ramblings than prose... but it's all i got... peace y'all)

even flow?

Just Some Words?


Knew a person
Filled with vain
I wondered
How it affected their brain
It would drive me insane
Living with that pain

even flow?

No title.......


The road to ruin is paved with gold
The more you travel
The more you are tolled
At this price
You won't get far
The sun is just a dying star
There may be lanes for you to speed
Just don't get wrapped up in your own greed
Greed will want you to claim more gold
Great blues singers have sold their soul
Quick rich schemes
Hard to reach dreams
Levi denim blue jeans
All have a price
Not everyone pays the same
So road to ruin isn't always gold
Yours could be straw
Mine could be sold?

DopeBeastie

i think even flow? should end every poem with a question mark?

(tee hee)

DopeBeastie

I found your pulse inside my unchained connection to God.
The heart whose tune only you’ve come close to.
I pray you come closer, closer still,
as if a wish to ignore the restraint
each second's passing
places upon us in time’s stubborn limitation.

Limitation sending the message of patience home.
The potentially destructive, potentially infinite sink hole of
boundless sadness and anticipation that my joyous expectation,
the very hope in me,
will be dashed against the hearth of my glass half-full house.

Hope is an unglazed porcelain bowl, chipped, cracked, and finally smashed. I am embarrassed to see myself carefully,
painstakingly try to put it back together again because I know You. Your ability to tell me how you feel.

I wonder what the last holder of this soul did to deserve my childhood, sometimes. As this life’s lesson has been all about being alone.
Its been, “Kid? You’re on your own.”
Watch people come close, watch people fall away.
Watch their sad mouths twist when they say they like me so much that away they stay.

No.
That’s a bunch of petty free, pity-me bullshit.
That’s where the resignation of Zen gets completely ignored.
That’s where individuality lay.
Where I get to be me, and
why, specifically, I am alone and remain.

So.

In finding Your pulse inside My unchained connection with God, I can’t help but hope harder than I ever have. An action making every super-glued crack creak, and every formal dismal failure potential proof that love just wasn‘t meant for me. I don’t believe that Darwin was wrong. The thriving survival and arrival of me is in moving toward pleasure. If it weren’t? Feeling good wouldn’t feel good.
It’d just be alright.

Felicity

i love this.

it's introspective and personal.it makes me want to be the one that is You,to come closer.

you are.

even flow?

We set back the clocks to save the daylight?
This we are told is valuable to the working man
For they keep the economy growing
Our dollars flowing
Our smelters glowing
It is he who braves the cold dark morning
Starts his cold car while the family is snoring
By first break it has lightened up
Sits with the boys and fills his cup
Talk about sports, wives and the kids
He's back to work for the rest of the day
While in the light his kids are at play
The whistle blows
His day is done
Out to his car
He has missed the sun
With a turn of his key
A flick of the lights
He's on his way home
Is it morning or night?


Pastanazi the above "blue" was very good.

of_the_girl

from summer to winter
in two days
the north
is chilly
except when you say my name
and then the sun
lifts up and
shouts
without words
but with rays
of bright light
and shoots bullets
of shine
and they graze my skin
darkening my light
making it all
alright

DopeBeastie

it's easy to miss the gray day in winter
the thick clouds begging the question,
"will it rain today?"
the rain, the snow, the appleskin torte
where the little ants flow
bucks
to receive gray love
for, even in the wettest places,
rain is proof
that all is as it should be
that the cycle is complete

the cycle is a woman
and the force is a man

and off she goes, evaporating, again

and here he comes,
wrapping thick strong hands
on the hip
of the earth

DopeBeastie

so all you fools
who sing just like him
feel free to do so now
cuz he's dead
using, using, using
the using takes toll
isolation
just so happy to be one
sad to, sad to think
sad to think of him more
lonesome friend, we all knew
always hoped you'd pull through
no blame, no blame
no blame, it could be you
using, you can't grow old using
so sing just like him, fuckers
it won't offend him
just me
because he's dead

DopeBeastie

all my rivals will see what i have in store, my gun...
i've been harboring fleets in this reservoir, red sun...
and this nation's about to explode
your disciples are riddled with metaphors, well hung...
better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls, not one...
as we release this unspeakable toll...
(every grain of sand equals)
(all the stars and everyone)
how's our mother to damn these contributors...with mud?
how will the man who made chemicals difficult...shed blood?
how's our father supposed to be told?