Sometimes people... #poem

Sometimes, people cut & run,
That's how, they say, goodbye,
Sometimes they use you,
Just for fun,
Then leave you, asking "why?".
It never was a talking point,
The way, you made them feel,
Emotion, and its tired disjoint,
The only thing that's real.
Commercial thoughts,
Of gain & loss,
The stifled names,
And who's the boss,
We leave the fame,
The work is tossed,
We never are the same,
And we'd do it, all again,
But, for now,
Just feel the loss,
And how, they were, once here.

The truth is being bent

Appreciate the moment
I have that,
Strangest urge,
The divergent, surface,
That I yield,
The fielded, urgent,
Broken pieces,
That, I'm being heard.

Wording out,
Intelligence,
The truth is, surely
Being bent.
But, then it always was.

I tell you, it's because,
I wanted all the best, for her,
And I could be all
that she wanted.
The one that leaves,
Just never tells you,
That they wanted,
You to not just be yourself,
Well not the real self,
Not that one.
But, the one they wanted,
The one, they thought, you were:
The rock-star.
Not, the one, inside him,
Not the one who now hides,
There, behind him,
You knew, you wrote,
This verse, yourself,
The one, you let,
Take all, your life,
The one who left you,
And detests
the truth behind,
The way you left,
And how you, now,
Have passed the test,
And all that I have left behind,
The best, of best, of other times,

I just don't want to,
Let you go,
I love you, now,
You'll never know,
How much, I love,
She'll never know,
I just, don't want to,
Let her go.

There's a time

There's a time, to be,
There's a time, to die,
There's a time, to wonder,
And a time, to lie,
But what I'll never, ask myself,
Is "why? Oh, why?
Beneath this broken sky,
This rhyme, released,
Will send its buzz,
To all the world,
With all its din,
And thirst, and emptiness,
Of life of sin,
As fear, will do its worst,
And enter in,
Punched, like a weave,
Until, it's bound,
To make her leave.

There must be a time #poem

There must be a time
When the subconscious mind
Can escape, and it all, melts-away,
One day, we might see,
What has happened, to me,
When the ones,
Who, might love me,
Won't stay.
Excuse my inflection,
And bulging erection,
Self-pity's become all the rage,
As I write-down my faults,
And, examine the vaults,
Of my own self-will, run-wild.
[As the darkness
Leaned-forward
And smiled...]
You suspect,
That you've all
Been beguiled.
Which is why,
Our adversary smiles.
The injustice,
Continues, for miles.

Beige

Betide, the inventory of shame, The facts, that keep,
The hearts, the same,
And others turning, back again, As hearts are burning,
For all men,
The dullest fools,
And empty rules,
Drive alive, the sharpest tools,
Slashing meat,
from hidden bones,
Sharp defeat,
Deep undertones,
Force us from,
Our lifelong homes.

Soulmate - the truth is revealed

Classic case,
Of one mistake,
Deceits of fickle, human love,
Promised forbearance,
Leaves, when tastes, that please, depart,
Leaves the poet,
lost & lonely,
to focus on his greatest work. Until another moth draws near, liking all she sees & hears,
with promises that lust & leer,
promise much, but then prove hollow,
as hearts can't summon strength to follow,
into the abyss where darkest eyes,
Feed on product of cheap lies, Said in torrents, even meant, YES! Meant forever, yet, now went,
I don't know where,
perhaps she lied,
perhaps her love for me, now died,
leaving me with nought to show,
with no more place,
nowhere to go,
just stuck in self,
paid the price,
heard the pitch, now want the life,
But there is nothing
Not one will come
and sit with me,
No more fulfillment,
Makes me free,
if just for fleeting,
moments true.
There's nothing else,
For me to do.

Hear the poet read the poem

Inspired & fired

Tom Sawyer got a lawyer

Grateful dead, & hate-employer

Smashing all the days aside

Fist & claw, renounce, deride,

Ignore, implore, must get more.

Peace in flight, with light so bright,

Cracked in climb, depart in rhyme,

Christmas comes, & then it goes,

The plain contempt of motions show

Can't, in fact, sleeping over,

Babysitter, in the shitter,

Can't cope, have to go, show, low,

In the instant, present moment,

Is all can free us, from the torment.

Dream, unclean, just fine, to find,

That all my thoughts, in time, unwind.

As the horn just grows,

but noone knows,

The one, true goo,

Just never goes.

Yoga in a toga

There we were, spitting out bile,

Rolling a joint, considering vile,

Souls are spilling, on the ground,

Heads are bumping, down stone steps,

Skulls are cracking, blood so wet.

Broken minds, now crystal clear,

Kidney stones, & aging fears,

As thrown around, in wind's bright chill,

Restitution, from the kill.

Magic, real & corporate throng,

Corporate murder, nothing's wrong,

All a game, time for tea,

Hometime now, for you & me.

Penitence

I'm sorry
for everything
that I've been
I'm a product
Of all the things
That I've seen
If you'd been here,
you'd know now,
just what I mean.
I'm sorry for how
I made you all feel.