Here's a clip of Ted Berrigan on youtube reading poetry. I hope you find it inspirational, or can at least view it from your computer. He's reading about New York City here. What would you say about Malden?
Assignment:
This may surprise you after our lengthy discussions of this poem, but this poem was written as a fill-in-the-blank poem. I don't have the original (it was published in a poetry magazine in the 60s), but I went ahead and blacked out a bunch of phrases for you to fill in. See how easy it really is! (The last line, by the way, was an attempt at sarcasm.)
Post your new poems in the comment field by Wednesday at midnight.
Painting is by Alex Katz.
Thoughts
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at the Museum of Fine Arts staring hypnotized at this frame
The air is dry and I struggle to breathe but
On the way to the train station I stare at the distance toward the streetscape
I drink some water which replenishes my throat from the past dry air
And seems to have given me the hiccups and to my surprise they sound
In. The streets look for cars to drive past, or me, who
Will run to the other side of the street confused, it’s
Lines draw me to a parking lot which seems to lean on me. I glide
Through it, them as
If I were a bird sipped on the freedom of the air now
Who knows how many years almost ago, and the man who created it
Intending for it to be pure forever and telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing,
Breathing in all the pollution left by man, everything
Is there fault, everything is the reason why I’m here
Everything is the reason
Up in the air we want to go to, now
More than ever before?
Not that cold hard ground, which in we are buried in a coat
Eyes penetrating through the ground right to us
And sympathizing in our hearts. Not that I am, such a young teen, who was
Going to have to go, careening into time so,
To vanish, and to stay with everybody in an imagine
So to go. Not that child who from very first meeting
I would never and never allow letting go of his dreams
Into the sky and so demanded
To transfer to others and who will never leave me, not for him, nor you
Nor even for the life which is
Only our human lot and means nothing. No not that.
There’s a song, “Fly to the Sky”, but no, I won’t do that
I am the sky. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be as old as old can be and I will never go away and you will never escape from me
Who am always and only a feeling, despite this space. Spirit
Who lives only to show the light.
I’m only a man and I am only the sky and I didn’t create this universe on my own
We all did
I came into your life to allow you to keep on living
To allow you to make your own decisions
And learn from them
This and more, has created fate, nevertheless
I leave all this to you
The world’s control is now yours.
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ReplyDeleteStreams of Consciousness
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at midnight drifting through the front door frame
The air is clinging to me like ten thousand parasites
On the way to winter’s crystalline streetscape.
I drink some gusts of icicle-cold air which vice-grips
And thrives inside to have dominion and to let the numbness
In. The streets look for you, or me, or anyone
They search into your very soul, it’s quite chilling, it’s
Pendulous on you, pendulous on me, I trudge on
Through it, them, as
The atmosphere is being sipped on the street corner now
Eighteen years almost ago, and the man where I am now
Stood on this curb looking & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Is sacred, everything
Seems to be falling before my eyes
Memories swirling like the snow
Up in the locked chamber of my brain, now
More than ever before?
Not that I am on deep reprieve, shivering in my petticoat
Eyes penetrating through the blinding white downfall
& taking in the cold. Not that you see, lost one
going to have to go, careening into the frost so
To look & to listen and even imagine
So to go. Not that adolescent who from the very first meeting
I would never & never know so freely as they walked
Into the coldest of nights & so demanded
To see & who will never leave me, not for life, nor love
Nor even for the vast reach of understanding which is
Only our human lot & means everything. No, not them.
There’s a song, “She’s Lost Control”, but no. I won’t do that.
I am young. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be of eternal age, & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always and only a human, despite this mind. Spirit
Who lives only to ponder,
I’m only a machine & I am lost, & I didn’t choose to be this way
I came into your life to be a messenger of thoughts
Reaching for understanding
Lone and meandering, overwhelming fate, nevertheless
I want you to see
The world’s mysterious beauty in vast abundance.
Fatal Love
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 11:11 p.m.. stuck in this frame
The air is filled with the sting of broken memories,
on the way to the dark streetscape
I drink some dangerously hot coffee which burns
and soothes to have comfort and to give
In. The streets look for he, she, or me. She
is waiting for he, he runs from she, it's
true but all of this is, really on me. I work
through it, them, as
The jealous misdemeanors sipped on forever now
10 years almost ago, and the man crying
is trying to keep her by telling & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
of mine, nothing I want, yet everything
I have ever wanted has been lost forever
Love, money, friends, gone,
Up in the truth there is something innocent, now
more than ever before?
Not that now there is truth, in his innocent coat
eyes penetrating the fatal love he brings
& stores in me. Not that he loves a teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into womanhood so,
To love, & to hate passionately enough she could not imagine
so to go. Not that he who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget him not even until we both disappear
into the dark abyss of after life & so demanded
To stay & who will never leave me, not for money, nor family
nor even for freedom from commitment which is
Only our human lot & means zip. No, not her.
There's a song, "Lost Without You", but no, I won't do that
I am 30. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be 100, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a spirit, despite this illusion, Spirit
Who lives only to torment,
I'm only human, &I am alone, &I didn't want to be alone
You did
I came into your life to help you, to love you, to accompany you
but, you did nothing
to help me.
Alone & used, unfair fate, nevertheless
I stand firm on my own sending messages
The world's messenger's flow through the air planting them into your ears.
Stability
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at State Street looking in the window frame
The air rough, ice lines the bumpy gravel
On the way to destination streetscape
I drink some private stock which burns
And walk hesitant but blend
In. The streets look for my purpose, or me. Eyes
dodging, smells of filth linger, its
almost 9:47 pm. Worry on me. I push
Though it. Them, as
Black coffee is being sipped on the Harbor now
Three years almost ago, and the man lonely
Smiles at his many mistakes, & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
Went right. Secrets and lies, everything
Will come to the surface sometime
Up in the starless sky. Now
More than ever before?
Not that girl in a green coat.
Eyes penetrating through the crowd, on Chauncy St.
& waiting in the cold. Not that girl with the curly brown hair. Fifteen who was
Going to have to go, careening into adulthood so,
To yearn. & to never escape reality but to keep imagine
So to go. Not that accountant who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget
Into the dark we fell. You & so demanded
To be there & who will never leave me. Not for culture, nor tradition
Nor even for convenience which is
Only our human lot & means conformity. No, not this time
There’s a song, “Wicked Game”, but no, I wont do that
I am to young. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 142. & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a dream. Despite this life. Spirit
Who lives only to please.
I’m only memories, & I am not free, & I didn’t know
It was so fast
I came into your life to show you true life
True feelings
You didn’t except it
Weary & tired. Unexpected fate, nevertheless
I slowly turn the corner
The world’s biggest mystery
“Everything”
ReplyDeleteHere I am at this Mass Ave. waiting with my tiny beastly frame
The air is cool and light on my tired eyes
On the way to 10 Knollin streetscape. I drink some water to warm them which is gentle and beautiful to have with me and to go In.
The streets look for no one or me.
The thoughts flow in and out closing and opening the feeling of the ocean. It’s waving back and forth, back and forth waving on me.
I live through it, them, as if I had just sipped on sparkling water now twenty years from now years almost ago, and the his voice, accent, love, and beauty telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing, passion, everything, stage, notes dancing in our heads, lights blinding us, heaven, clouds, beauty, up in the sky and then return, now more than ever before?
Not that dream or wish in that winter coat eyes penetrating as the train goes by and looking out and into the future.
Not that young unknowing teen who was going to have to go careening into life so. To live. And to think that I no longer need to imagine so to go. Not that moment I would never and never believe to make it this far into the Mercado world and so demanded.
To love and who will never leave me, not for struggles nor conflicts nor even for another light which shines brighter.
There’s a song “O soave fanciulla,” but no I won’t do that I am strong. When will I die? I will never die. I will live to be everything and I will never go away and you will never escape from me who am always and only a fermata, despite this cut-off.
Spirit who lives only to love
I’m only human and I am passion
I didn’t know this could happen
I came into your life to feel new things and to give you things that you or I would have never had in this crazy, crazy world and I love them.
Family, friends, food, fate, nevertheless I have no regrets
The world’s stage which we live on.
Certain Ambiguity
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at 6:44 pm. Sitting in my picture frame.
The air is whipping fiercely
on the way to darkened streetscape
I drink some warm hot chocolate which warms me
and encourages me to have another and to keep drinking
In. The streets look for their next victim. Or me. The sun
is gone but the lights have not gone out, it's
drawing all the energy in, pulling on me. I live
through it, through them, as
more hot cocoa is sipped on the barren street, now
two years almost ago, and the man is trying
to sell more hot chocolate to me, & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
will ever make this right, everything
is spiraling downward, out of my control.
Up in the attic I hear a sound, now
more than ever before?
Not that silly hot cocoa. Not even a chance in my warm leather coat
eyes penetrating into the depths of my soul
& pulling in my thoughts. Not that child, a pre-teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into the mist so,
To disappear, & to go beyond the depths of what anyone can imagine
so to go. Not that vendor who from very first meeting
I would never & never let bring me more comfort than I desire
into the warmth that I wanted & so demanded
To drink, & who will never leave me, not for money, nor riches
nor even for the sake of making profit which is
Only our human lot & means everything. No, not everything.
There’s a song. “Stairway to Heaven.” But no, I won’t do that.
I am cold. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be alive, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a dream, despite this curse. Spirit
Who lives only to haunt.
I’m only ashes, & I am strong, & I didn’t want it to end this way
like you did.
I came into your life to free you from years of torture
But you didn’t want my help,
So I won’t give it.
Smile & dream, but try to avoid fate, nevertheless
I will keep on living.
The world’s within the grasp of my hand.
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ReplyDeleteWinter Chills
ReplyDeleteby Ted Berrigan
Here I am in the chilly city frozen in a picture frame
The air is temperate yet I feel icebound
on the way to make some hot cocoa as I leave the snowy streetscape
I drink some scolding chocolate so my skeleton will trot away from the crisp air
and to my knowledge I feel my tongue burn as it settles
In. The streets look for plows, or me, who
goes back out, to shovel, snow keeps falling on me, I heave
through it, them, as
I chill through the powdery substance, cracking
About 1 year ago, and the man plowing
is thinking of plowing into my driveway & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
, being buried, everything
Is vanishing
Up in the air, blizzards occurring, better than ever, now
more than ever before?
Not that people are already buried in their coats
eyes penetrating the limited visibility
Not that I was going to have X-Ray vision, who was
going to have to go, careening into coroner's office so,
To be examined, & to be turned to the mortuary
so to go. Not that I expected this to happen
I would never & never get to pursue my dreams
into the heavens as fate so demanded
To the body who will never leave me, not for hell, nor heaven
nor even for the crust of the earth which is which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not me.
There's a song, "Live and Let Die", but no, I won't do that
I am immortal. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be me, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only to haunt you, despite this frame, Spirit
Who lives only to spook.
I'm only amaranthine, & I am following you, & I didn't ask for this
Misfortune did
I came into your life to be indestructible,
my existence is limitless
You are living here whilst I am invisible to you,
Alone and unhappy, soon forgets about me
I speak my name into your thoughts,
But here I am in front of you, finite.
Chronicles of the Mind
ReplyDeleteHere I am at a moment in time, in this frame of mind.
The air is crisp and full of life
on the way to a bright city streetscape
I drink some bittersweet liquid, which gives me a sense of strength
And life to have wisdom and to be free
In. The streets look for wanders, strays or me. Thoughts of peace lead
me back and forth in a pacing, striding approach. Its
like a way to escape and forget the universe. The effect on me. I
never thought it. Them. As
my time passes on I sipped on a potion of life now
twenty something years almost go. And the man that once
stood beside me, now is gone. & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
stands out or is familiar to me and yet everything
Feels like home. All the while I feel alone and somber
But free for the time being.
Up in the mind is a measure of time less now,more than ever before?
Now that all is said and done. I see in a distance a coat
Eyes penetrating through the now darkness of the murky
And lifeless mind.
& it is in me. Not that woman. Once a teen. Who was
going to have to go. Careening into that disaster so.
To leave & to believe not to imagine So to go. Not that man who from very first meeting
I would never and never imagined that he was from a mean world and
Into the mean world he would be & so demanded.
To not die & who will never leave me. Not for work. Nor power
Nor even for wealth or greed and its consequences which is
Only our human lot & means of life. No not him
There’s a song “Can You Believe”. But no. I won’t do that
I am 25. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be immortal. & I will never go away.& you will never escape from me who am always & only a shadow. Despite this body. Spirit
Who lives only to plague.
I’m only a dream. & I am awake. & I didn’t ever go into a trance.
I came into your life to better myself as well as you.
Hope this has brought a peace of mind.
For me peace is all I need.
You & me. Cruel fate. Nevertheless I wonder how I came to be.
The world’s my friend but you are my enemy.
Endless Thoughts
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at the Comerce Building staring into picture frame
The air is humid and I try to concentrate yet can not
On the way to my house I blankly stare toward the streetscape
I drink some water which soothe the heat of my body from the humid Corridor.
And yearn to have someting and to hold
In. The streets look for my thoughts or me.Eyes seeing nothing, Thoughts crowd the air, Thoughts weighting on me. I held
Through it. Them, as
The people all around sipped on to the sidewalk and disappearing now
Three years almost ago, and the man lonely stares out
Heart crying out his conscience,& telling
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
Came clear. Truth and Fake,everything dissappear and appear in mind
Up in cloudless sky. Now
More than ever before?
Not that boy in a black coat
Eyes penetrating through the heart
& glaring in the sepths of the dark. Not that cheerful girl, eighteen , Who was Going to have to go, careening into the prestigous world so
To hope, & to never escape the dangerous thought of reality but to imagine,
So to go. Not that young woman who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget
Into the depths of the dark memories we go. You & so demanded
To stay & who will never leave me, not for society, nor useless thoughts
Nor even for th greatest position in the world which is
Only our human lot & means power, No, not this time
There's a song , " Prayer", but no, I won't do that
I am alive. When will I die? I will never die . I will live
To be 100, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a image, despite this mind. Spirit
Who lives only to find.
I'm only thoughts, & I'm am dreams. & I didn't want this way
To be my end for you.
I came into your life to please you from the years of suffering
So I won't give in.
Smiling & dreaming, but to face fate, nevertheless
I will hold on
The world's is within my hands.
“XC”
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 8:42 p.m. staring at this picture frame
The air is thick, suffocating me as I am
on the way to find some sort of streetscape
I drink some Cool Blue Gatorade which quenches my thirst
and struggle to stand to have strength and to not fall
In. The streets look for Courtney, Susan, Sandra, Grace, or me. They
will not be coming through the gates of Pine Banks any longer, it’s
putting responsibility on me, depending on me, I have to go
through with it, them, as
Cool Blue Gatorade is being sipped on the start/finish line now
Four years almost ago, and the man is
Yelling at the cowards who have chosen to walk, & telling.
Who would have though that I’d be here, nothing
bruised, nothing sprained, nothing broken, everything
is on the line—leadership, dedication, and most importantly,
self-respect.
Up in the woods, running, breathing, sweating, now
more than ever before?
Not that rival supporter. Standing in a raincoat
eyes penetrating me, searching for my weakness
& hoping to break me down in the mind. Not that freshman, fourteen, who was
going to have to go. Not that senior runner who from very first meeting
I would never & never sink so low
into the thoughts of winning & so demanded
To cheat & who will never leave me, not for ribbons, nor medals
nor even for fame and glory which is
Only our human lot & means temporary recognition. No, not them.
There’s a song. “Remember The Name.” , but no. I won’t do that.
I am waiting to find my voice. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be old and wrinkly, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a tiny force, despite this size, Spirit
Who lives only to motivate.
I’m only a girl, I am a fighter, & I didn’t deserve this,
But you all saw what I couldn’t see
I came into your life to improve it & I hope I did
& I know I did make a difference
A difference that may change the rest of your high school career, the rest of your life
Quiet & independent, unpredictable fate, nevertheless
I left my foot prints
The world’s time never stops running. Go catch it.
Shattered
ReplyDeleteHere I am at his house, staring at the shattered picture frame
The air is tense, and I am already
on the way to escape out into the streetscape
I drink some cold water sitting on the counter which alters moods
and seems to have given my thoughts time to settle and to sink
In. The streets look for a friend, a sign, or me, I myself am weak and I'm sorry, I just can't leave, Its just too difficult to do, too difficult on me. I think
through it, them, as
we laughed together sipped on coffee at the shop now
4 years almost ago, and the man who came in every morning , making the same order, listening to stories & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
complete and have lost almost, everything
And everything that had ever mattered, love, passion, life, mentality goes,
Up in the air and bursts into flames when I need them, now more than ever before?
Not that you ever cared for me before, at age 16, in the drenched, weathered coat
eyes penetrating into the depths of your soul
& crying in shame. Not that kid who never made it past preteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into the cement structure so,
To die, & to never mature, to live, to love, imagine so to go.
Not that lover who from very first meeting
I would never & never want to live without until we are buried
into the earth inside our caskets & so demanded
To love & who will never leave me, not for money, nor religion,
nor even the pretty girl next door which is
Only our human lot & means everything. No, not her.
There's a song, "Join Me In Death", but no, I won't do that
I am weary. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be absolete, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a woman despite this primal rage. Spirit
Who lives only to weep.
I'm only one person, & I am heart broken, & I didn't expect to be betrayed
I came into your life to be your only one,
the only muse,
the only one you see
Now its over & I guess thats just fate, nevertheless
I will always see only you
The world's riches and beauties mean nothing anymore.
The Bridge
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 12:30pm walking Rindge Ave. Looking for my window frame
The air is warm due to the seasons change
on the way the corner store looking toward the streetscape
I drink some water which is also warm
and mix it with more water from the fountain to have a better mix and to cool it up and take some
In. The streets look for more shadows, or me, which ever the favor they can take, it's
Light mist desends, pouring on me, I run
through it, them, as
Rum is being sipped on the ave now
of 10 years almost ago, and the man sitting on the porch waiting for the rain to end, & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
happy, everything
Quiet, street lights,
Up in the air, swirling, burning even or still, now
more than ever before?
Not that it’s sort of la , everyone’s in not a single coat
eyes penetrating blinds in the windows
& The towers in 1999. Not that young boy, sixteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into the street so,
To try, & face the facts he couldn’t imagine
so to go. Not that dance who from very first meeting
I would never & never be impressed, dance
into the the streets & so demanded
To dance & who will never leave me, not for dreams, nor beliefs
nor even for hope which is
Only our human lot & means little. No, not me.
There's a song, "Regulate", but no, I won't do that
I am tired. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be 90, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a teen, despite this skin, Spirit
Who lives only to exist.
I'm only girl, & I am a smart one, & I didn't know it
but everyone else did
I came into your life to dwell in it and make things happen
things will never be the same
Unless acted apon by another force
crazy & chaotic, unhappy fate, nevertheless
walk faster down the street
The world's weather showing no mercy
Memories
ReplyDeleteHere I am at Charles Street, staring at the picture-less frame
The air is escaping from between my lips
on the way to dreary and gray streetscape
I drink some Caffe Latte held between my numbing fingers which warms
and isolates to have calmness and to relax the tension
In. The streets look for a gleaming light, or me, Sadly
the streets have me instead. Shine on me, it's
undesirable so why on me, I pass
through it, them, as
they become sponges sipped on my emotions now
ten years almost ago, and the man I will never see again
smiling fades and fades, dissolving into nothingness, & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
exists but the voices piercing through my ears, everything
is in my past. Dreams rewinding, replaying. Unwanted.
I am no longer but why are you,
Up in the skies, snowflakes delicate, drifting, burying the street now
more than ever before?
Not that reality glistens my path, thoughts wandering in my dark coat
eyes penetrating and emulating the essence of death
& Charles Street in 2003. Not that fourteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into an adult so,
To awake, & to awake again and again but only imagine
so to go. Not that you who from very first meeting
I would never & never betray me, my loved ones, You
into the ditch I dug & so demanded
To join you & who will never leave me, not for hate, nor love
nor even for heed of the pain which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not death.
There's a song, "Polaris", but no, I won't do that
I am 17. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be myself, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a memory, despite this harrowing hope , Spirit
Who lives only to dream.
I'm only alive, & I am not regretful, & I didn't savor our time
Too late, too late
I came into your life but did I change you?
time slipped through our hands
Unable to grip fading
Dead & empty, undesirable fate, nevertheless
I will not die
The world’s waiting for my life to begin.
Where to do.
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at a place nowhere to be found coming, going, nowhere in this frame
The air is moving, subtle, still. I move, I stop
on the way to the nowhere that’s nowhere found I’m trapped in the streetscape
I drink some Dunkin Donuts small caramel latte with extra sugar which warms
and compels to have further and to bring back the memories
In. The streets look for me, or me. I cannot find
myself. On the street of oak street, where am I. it’s
getting to quick, it’s already to quick. Lean on me. I pressure my way
through it, them, as
the crowd larger, the latte sipped on morning now
4 years almost ago, and the man, no, the teenager
running fast, running, far to get ahead, & telling
Who would have though that I’d be here. nothing
Found, nothing there, but everything. everything
standing there, there to be claimed, to be breathed into one’s own mind,
to honor kin.
Up in the spirits, fate, and loss. Now
more than ever before?
Not that I follow roads piercing the horizon, but in the very sugar coat
eyes penetrating through solid into the blue
& eyes piercing in a field. Not that apprentice, eighteen. who was
going to have to go. Careening into mazes so.
To step forward. & to take steps back as to imagine
so to go. Not that I who from very first meeting
I would never & never question myself
Into the deep of where & so demanded
To take ideas & who will never leave me, not for money, nor family,
nor even for the destination met which is
only our human lot & means all but nothing to others. No, not power downs
There’s a song, “sweetest girl”. But no, I won’t do that
I am young. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be undefined, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a superman, despite this small frame. Spirit
Who lives only become bigger.
I’m only a boy, & I am in charge, & I didn’t reach the fine lines
that define who I am.
I came into your life to guide you on the right fork
but that lies undetermined
determined on your own
Toughness & persistent. A future’s fate. Nevertheless
I hope for stars
The worlds the aim and you are the rifle.
Voice, Mind, Power
ReplyDeleteBy Son Nguyen
Here I am at 28 years, degree within a frame
The air is flowing, oxygen, much oxygen
on the way to healing streetscape
I drink some soda, pop, fizz water which pops
and walk to have respect and to brag
In. The streets look for Freud, House, or me. House
is a fiction, Freud possessing great theories, it’s
Competitive with that power, power on me, I plow
through it, them, as
Anesthesia is being sipped on by a needle now
Thirteen years almost ago, and the man lying
Is looking through the light, & telling
Who would have though that I’d be here, nothing
bleeding though, fractured, everything
Strong, hate, loads of hate, love, power-
levels, a heart of gold,
Up in the wait, resting, working even or not, now
more than ever before?
Not that eye to see, powerful wrapped around brain coat
eyes penetrating at the medal inserted
& pushed in against. Not that beautiful, thirteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into fracture like-so.
To intense, & to imagine for following imagine
so to go. Not that painting who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget or fix & so demanded
into the darkness & so demanded
To it & who will never leave me, not for pressure, nor amnesia
Nor even for short term memory which is
Only our human lot & means forget. No, no that.
There’s a song, “Baby Don’t Cry”, but no, I won’t do that
I am 18. When will I die? I will never die. I will love
To be more, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a intellect, despite this mind. Spirit
Who lives only to drift.
I’m only one voice, & I am first of billions, & I didn’t choose
I overcame
I came into you life to gain knowledge & I did so & now nothing
Stands in my way
To overpower, & gain respect
Voice & freedom, within fate, nevertheless
I over worked my mind
The world’s watching, now prove my power.
“Some Thoughts”
ReplyDeleteBy Shaun…
Here I am at and in the same spot I’ve always been, a moment, a frame
The air is an icy reminder of a world that exists beyond, in a distant streetscape
I drink some of the carbonation that has filed my teeth since we met which is an understatement to the total damage my person has consumed
and it is easy to have more and more given the idea of a costume and to die a slow death and not in the slightest aware
In. The streets look for footstep after footstep, ready to digest any potential initially directed toward the future, or me I am afraid to admit
Though the paths of my direction dress me in anticipation, it’s
Easy to lose focus, and so the joke I would play at falls on me I am afraid to admit…
through it them as
AS I scribble strains of poetic injustice, one word, two word, three word, still a straw in a can of Mountain Dew is being sipped on, nearing the finish and most likely the start of a new can now
Years almost ago and the man I thought I would be will be laughing hysterically
Drowning in lost dreams & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Unfinished pieces, finished elsewhere, much, everything
Not much at all
Up in the attic, myself needs me now
more than ever before...?
Not that stupid “me” coat where beneath it’s just my
eyes penetrating the truth that closes like a mouse trap
& in. Once more. Not that helpless yet privileged teen who was
Going to have to go careening into the next chapter of a grisly horror novel. So?
To dance & to imagine so to go. Not that. Who from very first meeting I would never & never be fallen in love with because that’s just not possible for me I guess.
into the reality that I guess some distant part of my brain created like an evil joke & so demanded
To laugh. & who will never leave me not for A nor B
nor even for C which is
Only our human lot & means very little. No not yes…
There’s a song, “One Headlight” and that’s how I feel I operate. But no. I won’t do that
I am. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be. & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a short distance about you. Despite this. Spirit
Who lives only to exist.
I’m only human & I am average in unaverageness. & I didn’t choose that status.
I came into your life to love and be loved
But this was a mistake
This was a disaster that toppled like domino
Toppled like I topple even when I think back to this
& fate, nevertheless
I ask you to kindly speed up or erase the memory I have been locked with
The world’s not a safe place with my imagination infiltrating the creative process.
Erika Rojas 6
ReplyDeleteMemories
by Erika Rojas
Here I am at an unknown place, trapped in this frame
The air is burning inside my lungs,
On the way to fly to streetscape
I drink some red and thick liquid which pours
And runs down to have to go on and to get
In. The streets look for you or me. My heart
Can�t take it anymore. It�s
It, no more than that. Don�t count on me. I go through it. Them. As
The ground itself sipped on the rain now
And millions of years almost ago. And the man looking
In amazement and wonder, sharing. & telling.
Who would have thought that I�d be her. Nothing
To laugh at and. Everything
To mourn for. What have you done? Where
Has he disappear into?
Up in the blue sky I see it, see you. now
More than ever before?
Not that I miss him. not in those coat
Eyes penetrating with such intensity
& what in them. Not that kid. Fourteen. Who was
Going to have to go. Careening into the darkness so.
To look. & to discover things he would had never imagine
So to go. Not that man who from the very first meeting
I would never and never could had got
Into the treasure it was & so demanded
To discover & who will never leave me. Not for love. Nor for fear
Nor even for the greatest prize which is
Only our human lot & means everything. No. Not me.
There�s a song �When you�re gone�. But no. I won�t do that
I am 13. when will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 112. & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a cry. Despite this lonely. Spirit
Who lives only to remember.
I�m only flesh. & I am alive. & I didn�t do it
Someone else did.
I came into you life to help you come out from there
But you didn�t take it
So now & forever. That�s your fate. Nevertheless
I will always remember that day
The world�s eyes are on you, and only you can take them away.
"The Change" by Mario Rodriguez
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 8:15 P.M. diesel built frame.
The air is scented with the smell of hard work.
On the way to success, there's a street scape.
I drink the milk which strengthens your bones and teeth to have a healthy body,
and to stand in the streets looks the next best thing for me.
I’m 5’11, 150 pounds.
It’s how big your heart is that determines your size.
The huddle is formed on me.
I’ve grown through it, then as the team sits on Gatorade, now almost two years ago, standing, watching the game, and telling.
Who would’ve thought that I’d be here.
Nothing thought of me.
Everything gave to be a competitor.
Up in the stands, they root.
Now more than ever before, not that little freshman who is slow and un-athletic, but a senior in a plastic padded coat.
Eyes penetrating through my opponent’s soul, and he is scared.
Into position I go, not that kid I thought I was, but a teen that is going to have to go.
Careening into a field of defenders so to distract and to farther our positions.
Imagine so to go.
Not that man who from very first meeting I would never and never thought I could be.
Into the game, and so demanded to play and who will never leave me not for a moment, nor for an hour, nor even for an eternity which is only our human lot and means.
Only our human lot and means and that’s that.
I am a beast.
When will I die?
I will never die.
I will live to be the best.
And I will never go away.
And you will never escape from me.
Who am always and only a player, despite this game.
Despite who lives only to play.
I am only a kid.
And I am about to graduate.
I didn’t want this to end.
So soon I came into your life for the experience of a lifetime.
This is a fate, nevertheless, I love this game.
The world, a playing field,
And I will play to the end
Empty
ReplyDeleteHere I am at night, surrounded by many definite frame
The air is aiding me on my way to my private streetscape,
I drink some of the mist of rain which cascaded from my eyes
and realize how unfulfilling it is to have no ambition and to be deprived
In. The streets look for the stop signs, or me, I am no infinite line
That can be define, it's
just, I can’t find that state of mind to put it on me, I am the silent light through it, them, as
if I was the blue moon sipped on a lake but now I see the years almost ago, and the man is still telling,
telling & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
old and nothing new, everything
lost in the moments,
Up in the clouds down in the sea, now
more than ever before?
Not an imprint, not a footprint in the winter snow or coat
eyes penetrating at the end of a road from 1am
& 4pm in the bitter cold. Not that lovely teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into the purpose of life, so,
To crash, & to burn into emptiness and imagine
so to go. Not that breathe of air who from very first meeting
I would never & never leave alone& so demanded
To breathe & who will never leave me, not for heaven, nor hell
nor even for a suicide in this empty shell which is
Only our human lot & means only to some. No, not for all at all.
There's a song, "I am Sam", but no, I won't do that
I am nothing. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be 1,110 , & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me who am always & only a ghost, despite this physical frame, Spirit
Who lives only to find a purpose that could never be define.
I'm only an object, & I am only a crime, & I didn't want to stay but “it”and
I came into your life & that may change, what is fate, nevertheless
I am no purpose or maybe I am.
The world's unpredictable to those who stand.
The End
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Barrigan
Here I am at the end, in this brittle broken frame.
The air is brisk, immersed in regret of playing this agonizing game
On the way to wandering in the dark cold streetscape
I drink some ecstasy which can remedy my torn mangled shape
And stray to have peace away from life and ponder
In. The streets look for the weak, or me. To wander
in the past, reminisce the memories now u view as trash. It’s
tormenting, all too tormenting on me. I look at my spirit
through it, them, as
my happiness all sipped on by the one traitor now
and 3 years almost ago, and the man vow
to commit to be together, forever, & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
is left in this impaired carcass. Everything
ripped out of my chest and never to return
and yet today, my body, mind, and soul feel this burn.
Up in the air has it never seemed so glum now
more than ever before?
Not that it was not before, I was shielded in an illuminated coat
Eyes penetrating the light seeking for a relief, a hope
& courage in disguise. Not that self-absorb, young teen who was
going to have to go. Careening into his life finding meaning so.
To heal, & to misrecollect all the cherished moments just to imagine
so to go. Not that she who from very first meeting
I would never and never deceive, nor direct to my misleading
into the world of lust and war & so demanded
To those and who will never leave me, not for currency, nor lust
nor even for our views and beliefs which is only
Only our human lot & means life. No, not me,
There’s a song. “I Don’t Wanna Know,” but no, I won’t do that
I am broken. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be put back together. & I will never go away. & you will never escape from me.
Who lives only to love.
I’m only me. & I am me. & I didn’t want to be like this
you made me.
I came into your life to make you happy , be by your side,
To demonstrate life with me but you lied.
You did this and you know best.
Alone & shattered, is my fate. nevertheless
I will heal, time heals all wounds.
The world’s minds will know my ruptured tune.
SUN
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at 7:37 A.M. inside the subway staring at the wet window frame
The air is thick. As my stop approaches, I squeeze through the crowd
on the way to work in rainy streetscape
I drink some water which keeps my throat from drying up
and listen to music to have happiness and to dive
In. The streets look for people, cars, or me. As I step onto the
Grass I smile. It’s soft texture feels good one me. I take off my flip flops and step
through it, them, as
A young lady sipped on lattes now,
making me remember of my sister years almost ago, and the man
Who was sitting next to her is now standing up, and telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
to do yet, everything
To see. I look around, admiring the sun and wondering why it shines, now
more than ever before?
Not that sun that appears faintly in the rain to have peoples coat
eyes penetrating at it
& squinting in just to see it. Not that burning sun that comes out as a rebellious teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into adolescence full of motivation and ambitions so,
To fulfill their goals & to go further then they could imagine
so to go. Not that sun who from very first meeting
I would never & never will forget. Warm, soft rays going
into the air and into our souls. The sun that shone & so demanded
To stick out & who will never leave me, not for rain, nor snow
nor even for the clouds that choose to hide you, which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not him.
There’s a song, “Scar Tissue” but no I won’t do that
I am 17. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 700 & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a star, despite this frame, Spirit
Who lives only to shine.
I’m only one star & I am all of them together & I didn’t choose to be
The largest
I came into your life to make you smile
And warm you’re day so
That your
Troubles & obstacles go away to end in a happy fate, nevertheless
I hide and slowly die off due to
The world’s polluted air.
Dream
ReplyDeleteHere I am at a crumbling mausoleum, waiting as if it were frame by frame
The air is filled with harsh, blinding sand
on the way to the bloodstained streetscape
I drink some miniature keg of fine spring water which rejuvenated
and yelled to have zeal and to stretch
In. The streets look for their country’s hero, or me, a hero
who have lied, cheated, deceived all those who entrusted them, it’s
Disheartening to see such trickery occur so openly, disheartening on me, I rush
through it, them, as
My comrades sipped on simple, sugary beverage now
seven years almost ago and the man smirking
Is carefully plotting his utopia, & telling.
Who would have though I’d be here, nothing
To hide, nothing to fear, everything
On the line from family, friends, freedom, future, free will,
my life and others. Dreams.
Up in the calamitous sandstorm, tearing any desire to stand up, now
more than ever before?
Not that the loved hero, conniving in suave, fur coat
Eyes penetrating the unstable, brittle heart of the nation
& her leader in the near future. Not that lone child, seventeen, who was
going to have go, careening into the crime world so,
To impale & to suffer grotesquely to the point where he could imagine
so to go. Not that scarred shell of a man who from the very first meeting
I would never & never admire him or succumb to him under no circumstances,
into the quicksands of his clutch, & so demanded
To fight for others who I cherish & who will never leave me, not for wealth, nor fame
nor even for complete enlightenment which is
Only our human lot & means all that others desire. No, not now.
There’s a song, “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, but no, I won’t do that
I am vigilant. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be one fulfilling his dreams, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only an idealist, despite this pain I suffer, Spirit
Who lives only to dream, to storm in for the sake of my friends.
I’m only a rogue, & I am a friend, & I didn’t belittle anybody else
Unlike your hero
I came into your life to accomplish my own desires
Simple as that
And I did.
Content & light-hearted, ignoring fate, nevertheless
I smile.
The world’s an open sea to sail and it is now the era of dreams.
Casandra
ReplyDeleteBlock 5
Sour Memories.
Here I am at my beach house in California staring at the uneven frame
The air is suffocating my lungs as I inhale
On the way to the beach I gaze at the streetscape
I drink some soda pop, which tickles, inside my mouth
And I would love to have another piece of candy and to go
Home to get out of this heat and go back
In. The streets look for you or me. They want us to walk on them use
Them for what they are worth. I can not let the streets walk on me. I push my way through it, them, as the life is being sipped on slowly taken away now
Light years almost ago, and the man in the blue coat intimidating everyone yelling & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing dead everything alive.
Up in the sky the blue bird sings louder now
More than ever before?
Not that man in the blue coat
Eyes penetrating the waves of the ocean
& criticizing everything in this state. Not that lazy girl that is seven teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into college so.
To suffer & to succeed in the rest of her life imagine
So to go. Not that boy who from very first meeting
I would never & never stop loving into the night with one another & so demanded
To stay & who will never leave me, not for you nor money nor even for the best thing in the world which is our only human lot & means a lot. No not that.
There’s a song “Sexy Back”. But no, I won’t do that.
I am young. When will I die? I will never die. I will live to be old. & I will never go away . & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a thought despite this feeling & I didn’t say this clear enough
I came into your life to simply be bad memories and sour feelings & that’s what I am now don’t try to change your fate, nevertheless
I will always be a memory almost like a dream.
The world’s a big place do not like sour dreams stop you from going no where.
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ReplyDeleteBy Brian Anderson
Here I am at my computer staring at an empty frame
The air is spicy on way to the kitchen streetscape
I drink some water which cools it
And sooths the hotness to have another piece and to suffer once
In. The streets look for Mike, Cera or me because we must have
Done something wrong its
not a surprise the blame is on me. I run from our parents and go
through it. Them as
Pepsi is sipped on my front porch now
Two years almost ago, and the man uncle Ritchie
Laughing at us so & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
To say or do everything
Done and undone.
Up in the attic collecting dust, now
More than ever before?
Not that girl with the pig tails in that red coat
Eyes penetrating while we dig curse words into the sand
& throw in a couple of laughs. Not that it is funny to me who is a teen. Who was
Going to have to go careening into school like so.
To laugh & to cry one you can't imagine
I would never & never laugh so hard again in my life
Into the future I carry all that which is
Only our human lot & means everything. No not that
There’s a song “ If your happy and you know it” but no I wont do that
I am 17. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 138 & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a lover despite this poem. Spirit
Who lives only to be sarcastic
I am only kidding & I am sorry & I didn’t mean to be so clever
I came into your life to be sarcastic to put a smile on your face
So smile
And Smile more
Funny & Happy fate, nevertheless
I am here and there
The world’s in the palm of my hand.
MY SHIFT
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 12 am in my tired frame
The air is hot and sticky
on the way to the dark summer streetscape
I drink some clear liquid which goes down smoothly
And walk to have swagger and to step
In. The streets look for you, or me, or she
Who tries to become me, it’s
Reflecting badly on me. I see
Through it, them as
They are sitting in the sand and sipped on clear liquid now
2 years almost ago, and the man took
what I had away from me my dignity, & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
in this world means everything
to me anymore, like it used to when we used to
be together everyday.
Up in the air is what we are now
More than ever before?
Not that it matters, to you in your disguised coat
eyes penetrating making sure your not notice
& uncovered in that room. Not that you can decide between who was
going to have to go. careening into uncertainty so.
To go & to alone you alone imagine
so to go. Not that person who from very first meeting
I would never & never replace anyone
Into the life of mine & so demanded
to the world & who will never leave me. Not for you, nor money
nor even for fame and fortune which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No not here
There’s a song “living for the moment”. But no, I won’t do that
I am 17. When will I die? I will never die. I will live t
To be 115, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a object. Despite this demeanor. Spirit
Who live only to haunt.
I’m only human, & I am living & I didn’t ask to
You made me
I came into your life to love
And you betrayed me
This is not how I expected you
Dishonorable & untrustworthy no fate, nevertheless
I am still standing
The world’s will go on without you and me.
Construction
ReplyDeleteby Michelle Paniagua
Here I am at the cemented steps swirling up to your door frame.
The air is stolid, shifting in bricks
on the way to an asphalt streetscape
I drink some ‘57 scotch which, as always, is my excuse for this bravado
and leads me, cemented and drunk, to have screamed your name and to feel its vibrations pushing
In. The streets look for your answers. or me. I have
dropped pennies in every cup for your name. spoken dead languages to find you. It’s
not my fault you don’t exist.
It’s not my fault this scotch has rested. on my blood cells. on me. I tear
through it. them. as
my vicarious neurons sipped on poisoning and already forgotten your face now
light years almost ago. and the man I first begged
scratched at his neck and described your narrow hips. & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here. nothing
To live for besides you. everything
to risk. I’ve rung the bell, smoked through a pack and you’ve arrived, white washed in this glorious frame. The smells combine and I reach your door. Your breath floated
Up in the shifting bricks and gets heavier. now
more than ever before?
Not that closeness made me weak. Fidgeting in my summer night coat
eyes penetrating through the wall into your bedroom
& focusing in on you. Not that I did. Your body is young yet not so restless. Seventeen. who was going to have to go, careening into literary words. so.
to feel. & to never forget you could outsmart me and reach further and imagine
so to go. Not that I would leave you, who from very first meeting
I would never & never continue to ruin you and drag you
into the crazed atmosphere you prayed for & so demanded
To find & who will never leave me. not for letters. nor words.
nor even your perfectly structured sentences of insanity which is
Only our human lot and means you win. No. not loss.
There’s a song “Tiny Vessels”. but no. I won’t do that
I am invincible. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be here. & I will never go away. & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a fragment of your air. despite this buildup of tar. Spirit
Who lives only to destroy.
I’m only wrong. & I am sorry. & I didn’t choose to wind up
Here tonight
I came into your life to throw these stones
And never hit your glass
Running for the opposite direction
I’ve left your landscape broken & shattered. You lost fate. nevertheless
I ruined this and can’t think of any other place to be other than this room
The world’s tension builds until you say it’s okay.
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ReplyDelete“Slow Dancing.”
ReplyDeleteBy Katie Schlegel
Here I am at 12:36 am, at a loss for words I cannot hide from my frame.
The air is sour and still, filled without words to keep me from myself, on my way to what I have yet decided streetscape
I drink some water which keeps me going and strong to have such strength keeps me faithful
In. The streets look for something I used to love, I used to trust, or me. They swirl me with touches of tension I once felt many moons ago before the stars clouded my senses, its unfair how they leave me so heavyhearted, why on me, I have only swept
through it, them, as the feeling of sounds and touch being sipped on others now that I have slipped years almost ago, and the man I once known, the man I had once known, gone & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing would have stopped me then, nothing would have come so close, nothing would have kept me too far away, everything would have stopped me though, ideas of emotions would keep me running all the miles in the world and I would never stop, not for you or them, I would be a lost cause.
Up in the sky they saw something more then I saw myself, now more then ever before?
Not that I stopped running I just ran in and saw dark coat eyes penetrating everything I have ever once believed in & used to believe in.
Not that I ever stopped believing, at seventeen, who was going to have to go, careening into life at full speed so.
To think & to think so much keeps ourselves from being happy into the future just imagine so to go.
Not that we or who from the very first meeting I would never & never ask for a chance at emotional connections into the idea of knowing I’m at risk & so demanded
To myself & who will never leave me, not for you, nor you, nor even for the one I allowed to reach the best of me which is
Only our human lot & means more then yourself.
No, not you.
There’s a song. “Bold As Love”, but no, I won’t do that
I am 17. When will I die? Will I never die. I will live to be something better then what I have allowed myself to be, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me who am always & only a dreamer, despite this occasional, Spirit
Who lives only to her senses.
I’m only human, & I am not afraid to love, & I didn’t risk it all for nothing it meant more then what I could comprehend.
I came into your life to show you there was more then just running and fleeing from oneself
There was the newness of trust
The faith in keeping strong
This & that, and you are my fate, nevertheless
I take one last time to prove
The world’s one slow song that never changes beat unless we allow ourselves to quicken the pace instead.
Yin Yang
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at 5:00 p.m. under strict frame
The air is confined, June, fierce drill
On the way to glide in summer streetscape
I drink some Chinese herbal liquid air which calms all wild fire
And smile to have friends and to blend
In. The streets look for Ken, Steven, or me. Ken
Is a flashlight, Steven being away on the net, it’s
Ponderous with that lightness, ponderous on me, I lift
through it, them, as
The coconut drink is being sipped on the island of Hong Kong, now
Twenty-three years almost ago, and the man flashing
Is indulging himself in the beauteous woman, & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Covered up, nothing changed, everything
Love, children, money, job, marriage, education.
Up in the air, surrounding me, burning still, now
More than ever before?
Not that practically a girl, fond in jeans and coat
Eyes penetrating the summer night twilight at 1341
& Tui Mun in 1990. Not that homely girl, seventeen, who was
Going to have to go. Careening into college life so.
To be extinguish & to be smother more fiercely than even she could imagine
So to go. Not that Ken who from very first meeting
I would never & never will leave alone until we each become transparent
Into the gas hood we each requested for & so demanded
To die & who will never leave me, not for desire, nor hate
Nor even for ignorant one-moment estrangement which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not nothing. It’s everything!
There’s a song, “Long Journey”. But no. I won’t do that
I am 17.5. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be a delightful healthy soul & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a child. Despite this negativity, Spirit
Who lives only to create smile.
I’m only one & I am only me & I didn’t care about me.
You didn’t.
I came into your life to advise you & you did so & now everything
Will change
I am me. Light-hearted and sweet.
Laughter & tears. Resilient fate, nevertheless
I sit softly on the clouds
The world’s rain and shine flows through my eyes.
Illusion of Happiness
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at 5:27 a.m., just got up to fix my photo frame
The air is thick in my house, so I dress up and get
on the way to Forest streetscape
I drink some coffee which can keep me awake
and keep looking behind to have awareness and to bring consciousness
In. The street look for the vulnerable, or me, in this
gloomy night. It’s
still scarily dark. The street light shines on me. I walk
through it, them, as
my coffee is sipped on with a pair of cold hands, now
5 years almost ago, and the man judging me
asked unreasonable questions, & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
interesting, nothing meaningful, everything
is boring to an extreme, & my life is just a dream.
Up in the heaven, there might be happiness waiting for me, now
more than ever before?
Not that Mr. Charitable, smiling at me in his winter coat
eyes penetrating the sadness I’ve hidden from my father
& all others at the bottom of my heart, sealed in me. Not that neighbor girl, eighteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into the ruthless future so,
To fool, & to get crushed at the moment she cannot imagine
so to go. Not that poor father who from very first meeting
I would never & never forsake or let him fall
into the deepest and evilest abyss & so demanded
To keep alive & who will never leave me, not for money, not happiness
nor even for the purpose of life, which is
Only our human lot & means vacancy. No, not a chance.
There’s a song “Wonders of Heaven”, but no, I won’t do that
I am pessimistic, When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be older than you, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a walking dead, despite this wonders, Spirit
Who lives only to occupy the space of existence.
I’m only a blind person, & I am to blind others as requested, & I didn’t mean to harm you
you asked for it
I came into your life to enlighten your thinking & I did & you
are not satisfied
But this is an end.
Tired & disturbed, this is my fate, nevertheless
I walk away from the light, walk into a dark spot
The world’s darkest spot where no one can find.
Endure
ReplyDeleteHere I am at world’s end, staring through the endless frame
The air is bitter,
on the way to my final streetscape
I drink some spirits which soothes
and heals to have courage and to relax
In. The streets look for puppets, or me, void
without purpose but to obey, it's
demoralizing with such purpose, demoralizing on me, I endure
through it, them, as
The cocktail is being sipped on lounge now
two years almost ago, and the man weeping
Is looking over old photographs, & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
to do, nothing to live for, everything
Gone; will, joy, anger, fear, excitement, laughter,
Up in the sky I cannot reach, drifting away, now
more than ever before?
Not that successful man, radiant in his new coat
eyes penetrating every flaw
& obstacle in the coming future. Not that exceptional student, eighteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into college so,
To learn, & to achieve more wisdom than anyone could imagine
so to go. Not that vassal who from very first meeting
I would never & never will follow orders, not even after I fade & so demanded
To lament & who will never leave me, not for leisure, nor pleasure
nor even for utmost happiness which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not now.
There's a song, "Bring me to Life", but no, I won't do that
I am alone. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To bear, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a realist, despite this thought, Spirit
Who lives only to suffer.
I'm only human, & I am lost, & I didn't ask for it to be this way
I came into your life to leave you my experience.
Only that
And nothing more.
Forlorn & weary, living this fate, nevertheless
I remain here
The world's weight rests on my shoulders.
Here I am at the park staring at the high frame
ReplyDeleteThe air is light, refreshing, and smooth
on the way to the grass on the sunny streetscape
I drink some Coca Cola which cools my body down
and now I to have to search for a bathroom and to walk
In. The streets look for animals, cars, or me, animals want to
release, cars want to pass, and I want to cross, it's
calm and serene, relieving pressure on me, I weave
through it, them, as
smooth as water sipped on a table top now
recent years almost ago, and the man is nice
enough point me the right path, & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
too loud, bright, or distracting, everything
mended as one being, the water, the wind,
the dirt, and the clouds,
Up in the open air, gently drifting away but, now
more than ever before?
Not that traffic accident, spectators in invisible coat
eyes penetrating the looking glass
& jumping flames in afternoon. Not that it would bother me, seventeen, who was
going to have to go, careening into adventures so,
To see, & to enjoy the scene I imagine
so to go. Not that me who from very first meeting
I would never & never keep it in, always letting it out
into the green grass around me & so demanded
To wait & who will never leave me, not for food, nor animals
nor even for the pretty girl which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not them.
There's a song, "Beautiful Day", but no, I won't do that
I am the world. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be as old as can be, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a feeling, despite this image, Spirit
Who lives only to watch and support.
I'm only human, & I am calm, & I didn't create this,
The day grows and the sun falls down
I came into your life to help you, always supporting
You eternally
I will always be there, never too mad
Caring & serene, ever shifting fate, nevertheless
I watch quietly at the sky
The world's quiet sound and feeling flow through my body.
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ReplyDeleteMy Key
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 9:18 a.m. with a thin musical intelligent frame
The air is cool, warm, and toasty as I walk
On the way to the college streetscape
I drink some black, strong American coffee which wakes me for the day
And cream to add flavor and to quench my thirst to fit
In. The streets look for educated graduates, scholars, or me, educated souls
Are still tired from late night projects, homework and more. It’s
A burden on those who undergo this tedious process, especially on me. I make it
Through it, them, as
The coffee is being sipped on its cold now
Four years almost ago and the man was laughing, smiling educated & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Has got in my way, nothing at all, but in fact everything
Every little bit of studies, projects, tests taken has got me in the position that I am in now
Up in the educated land of success, do I feel deserving, now
more than ever before?
Not that I never believed I deserved it in this small modest coat
eyes penetrating with fear, tears of sadness
& speculation in this confusing time. Not that its not exciting being at a college bound eighteen, who was going to have to go, careening into the real world.
So to have to leave & to leave my family, friends, all I can do is imagine
so to go. Not that my college fate, who from very first meeting
I would never & never trade this opportunity for the world. I would never want to go
into the world of being unsuccessful I asked for this & so demanded
To my education & who will never leave me, not for misconception, nor procrastination,
nor even for those days I feel like giving up which is
Only our human tendency lot & means nothing at all. No not that.
There’s a song, “The Miseducation of Lauren Hill”, but no. I won’t do that
I am determined. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 98, & I will never go away and you will never escape from me
who am always & only a future scholar despite this petite frame. Spirit
Who lives only to educate her family and others
I’m only human, & I am strong, & I didn’t come into this world to let anyone down
I came into your life to especially change what your conception is of young black women
That’s what I came here for and it must be done
Excited & apprehensive, complicated fate, nevertheless
I made it this far and may go further
The world’s stereotypes are left behind me.
Precious ideas
ReplyDeleteHere I am an old stage in life. In a powerful, demanding frame.
The air is cruel, forbidding, & drunk
On the way to escape the streetscape
I drink some vile atrocious, contaminated bacteria which hisses
And fogs to have depth and to come
In. The streets look for life, death, or me. Life
is far Death is near. Hell is close, heaven, it’s unreachable.
Tender crisp, deep illuminated night on me. I forge
Through it, them, as
My heart has been sipped on unchangeable now
10 years almost ago, the man comes close to me, swearing & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Nobody, no one to tell me that everything
Worth living for is not worth living for.
Life is not as precious as it seems.
Up in the world, far beyond the cloud, now
More than ever before?
Not that lecherous man, peering in taking off her coat
Eyes penetrating her voluminous body. Searching
& feeling in hunger. Not that annoying, petty teen, who was
Going to have to go, careening into the ocean so
To die, and to go on to heaven, imagine
So to go. Not that homeless man, who after very first meeting
I would never & never forget. Whom I visit every night and take him
Into the streets, where Hell fell on him, calling so demanded.
To love him & who will never leave me, not for fame, nor money
Nor even life itself. Which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not anything.
There’s a song “ Live life to it’s fullest”, but no, I won’t do that
I am frustrated. When will I die? I live never die. I will live
To be famous, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a person, despite this world. Spirit
Who lives only to haunt people.
I am only human, & I am in poverty, & I didn’t want my life to
Turn out like this
I came to your life to demand why you done this to me.
Why you done this to people.
Why love live your luxurious life.
Nothing will be done & I can’t depend on fate, nevertheless
I will continue to live cold, poor, and lonely. And watch
The world’s hunger and poverty only continue to grow.
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ReplyDeleteCollateral Circumstance
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 7:58 A.M. with indispensable red bicycle frame
The air is humid, April, bright sunshine
on the way to high school in hilly streetscape
I drink some tea which raises my spirits
and encourages me to have patience and to think
In. The streets look for the chosen one, the destined one, or me, perhaps I
was selected for some obscure reason or not, it's
complicated, confusing to a high degree, hard on me, I drudge
through it, them, as
The daughter sipped on soda, watching the game now
three years almost ago, and the man explaining
Is her father, informative, realistic, accurate, & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
known, nothing clear, everything
cloudy, abstract, monochrome, hidden, uncertainty,
a fleeting sensation of incompleteness,
Up in the emptiness of the closed void, now
more than ever before?
Not that quiet, queer, nymph in traditional uniform coat
eyes penetrating the book she held
& read in the barren room. Not that pretty damsel, sixteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into far future so,
To investigate, & to learn much more than even she could imagine
so to go. Not that eccentric, unpredictable girl who from very first meeting
I would never & never realize the hell she could cause upon her entry
into the school & so demanded
To form the group & who will never leave me, not for fame, nor money
nor even for the planet which is
Only our human lot & means nothing to this girl. No, not her, it can’t be.
There's a song. “God knows”, but no, I won't do that
I am 15. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be the unsung savior, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a boy in your class, despite this event, Spirit
Who lives only to help others.
I'm only human, & I am just a normal human, & I didn't ask for this
You made it happen
I came into your life to enlighten and transform it & now
our bond is final, unwavering, unyielding
To the predisposition of others
Cynical & willing, unfortunate fate, nevertheless
I accompany you
The world's mercy is at your disposal, with me stubbornly stuck in the center.
Here I am, alone and feeling framed, entrapped in my own thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThe air seems reverse of its purpose
On the way to the deserted, darkened streetscape
I drink some of my medicine which burns and simmers to have reality to feel within
The streets look for the person I became or the old me.
But I cant even find myself.
Feels like the world is on me. I come to a crowd of smiling faces and
I walk through it. Them, as if their happiness generates my sadness.
They sipped on my soul now. Years ago and the man I loved is nowhere to be found. Undesirable events have occurred & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
to live for and everything to live for.
Up in the highest intensity of my storming guilt. Now
More than ever before.
Not that boy in the black coat
Eyes penetrating at me & it was
as if he could see in my deepest thoughts.
Not that boy. Not even the teen who was
Going to have to go. Not that man who was from very first meeting
I would never& never be with or walking
into the seriousness of a bond & so demanded to have my hand
& who will never leave me. Not for her nor her nor even for anybody.
Which is only our human lot & means nothing. No not him.
There’s a song “Macarena” but no. I wont do that.
I am 17 when will I die? I will never die I will live to be forever
And I will never go away & you will not escape from me
Who am always & only a memory despite this situation.
Spirit who lives only to serve to your purpose.
I’m only me. & I am proud of it. & I didn’t ask for your forgiveness.
I came into your life to make a difference and I may
Have made a few mistakes and our courses might have
Run off track & fate seemed to stir of course.
Nevertheless. I don’t expect for everything to be okay.
The world’s sympathy is all on you.
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ReplyDeleteA LOVE NOTE
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 6:30 pm, with my small and delicate frame
The air is warm and breezy, a clear day
on the way to the beach, palm trees in summer streetscape
I drink a tropical drink which refreshes
and soothes to have more energy and to bring me back
In. the streets look for the people they remember, or me. Trying
to figure out where they have gone. It’s so strange to them. Eyes on me. I
walk through it, them, as
A confident women sipping on wine now
five years almost ago, and the man that I
knew so well is looking at me & telling
Who would have thought I’d be here, nothing
more important to me, everything
I needed and wanted right in front of me.
Not a care in the world.
Up in the highest level imaginable, now
More then ever before?
Not that anything could bring me down, walking in seeing him with that coat
eyes penetrating the future for the both of us
& holding in all the past. Not that I don’t miss being eighteen. Who was
going to have to go, careening into adulthood so,
To go to school & to be without you, I just couldn’t imagine
so to go. Not that imbecile who from very first meeting
I would never & never be as comfortable with him
into the point where I would fall in love & so demanded
To be with him & who will never leave me, not for another, nor unfaithfulness nor even for the lost of love itself which is
Only our human lot & means everything and anything. No, not that.
There’s a song “ One Last Cry”, but no. I wont do that
I am love. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 150, & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a look away, despite this feeling. Spirit
Who lives only to show you happiness,
I’m only love & I am a feeling, & I didn’t mean to bring you heartache
I came into your life to change it for the better,
to show you happiness,
to give you some passion
Happiness & Love, undeniable fate. Nevertheless
I am here to show you the way
The world’s biggest fear but greatest feeling.
"A Strange Transition"
ReplyDeleteHere I am at dawn, against the bed frame
The air is tense and unfriendly
on the way to dreaming streetscape
I drink some water which spills on my face
and splashes to have wet everything and to sink
In. The streets look for fatigue, or me. Dead
as I am, there are things left unsaid, it’s
draining. Draining on me. I sleep
through it, them, as
my pillow sipped on my drool now
17 years almost ago, and the man dreaming
enters a familiar world alone, & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
bothers me, everything
seems so serene and peaceful, even the
Painful memories incessantly gnawing.
Up in the sky, does the moon grow fragile, now
more than ever before?
Not that banana, loose in the pocket of a coat
eyes penetrating the darkness carefully
& yet in blissful unawareness. Not that terminal, fragile teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into that banana peel so.
To slip, & fall, how far could a banana imagine
so to go. Not that fruit seller who from very first meeting
I would never & never buy fruit from again, that made the banana
into the monster it became. I was injured & so demanded
To have that fruit seller become my slave to serve me & who will never leave me, not for apples, nor oranges,
nor even for another fruit stand which is
Only our human lot & means to make money. No, not yet.
There’s a song, “Make Poop”, but no, I won’t do that
I am a banana. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be ingested, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a fruit, despite this peeling. Spirit
Who lives only to make hilarity ensue.
I’m only rotten, & I am spoiled, & I didn’t asked to be eaten,
but I was.
I came into your life to cause bowel movements,
and I did!
And the one being punished is your toilet.
No toilet paper & no Febreeze. Fortunate fate, nevertheless
I recycle into the ground
The world’s essence is saved yet once again.
Faedhra W6
ReplyDeleteLasting bond
By: Faedhra Wagnc
Here I am at your feet trying to be your perfect frame
the air is whistling sweet melodies
on the way to lure you near the streetscape
I drink some of your kindness & sympathy which makes me appreciate
and cherish to have you and to hold you
In. The streets look for people like you, or me. That
Have that unbreakable and everlasting bond . It’s
Insane the effect you have on people, and on me. I struggle
Through it, them, as
Ants belabored during winter and sipped on everything on their path ,now
4 years almost ago, and the man that you once
Where is long gone , when you came into my life abruptly & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Because I was nothing without you, everything
That I am is because of you,
Yes, you, sitting
Up in the center of my life. Now
More that ever before?
Not that jealous, sister in her green fur coat
Eyes penetrating me with so much hate
& disgust in her porch. Not that innocent, boy, sixteen who was
Going to have to go, careening into a perverse life so,
To be & to attract attention without been able to imagine
So to go. Not that you who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget your smile that compliment
Into the silent of the night & so demanded
To hold dear & who will never leave me, not for gold, nor money
Nor even for the richest man who can afford everything which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No not him.
There’s a song, “ Can’t live him alone”, but no. I won’t do that
I am yours. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be yours forever, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a n innocent girl, despite this cursing spirit
Who lives only to hunt.
I’m only human & I am unworthy & I didn’t deserve
You , yes you?
I came into your life to try and change your ways
However, you ended up to
Change my life.
Us & our pity fate . Nevertheless
I would never change a thing about our life
The world’s uncontrollable chaos has meet his match.
A Long Journey to be Defined
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Berrigan
Here I am at the place where I began, restricted by a frame
The air is sweet, but turns bitter
on the way the uncertain streetscape
I drink some coffee frapuccino in which
I had brown sugar and whip cream to have courage and crystals and to take it
In. The streets look for blues and greens, or me, which at some times orange
There’s no such thing as being blue. it's
being scared and rough on me, I breath
through it, them, as
I tried and sipped on hope now
eight years almost ago, and the man who promised it all
taking it back & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
Ever went, yet, everything
Is possible
It’s all I really want
Up in the tower, now
more than ever before?
Not that crumbled chip in the pocket of my coat
eyes penetrating through the process
& asking, wanting to come in with no invitation. Not that rude teen who was
going to have to go, careening into the emergency room so,
To add & to clarify, imagine
so to go. Not that creature who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget or leave
into the in the back of my mind & so demanded
To be discovered & who will never leave me, not for it nor them
nor even for the slightest mistake which is
Only our human lot & means to make. No, not disappointment
There's a song, which makes me consider, but no, I won't do that
I am a peach. When will I die? I will never die, I will live
To be the first person to make it & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a ride, despite this superficial Spirit
Who lives only to hold you up
I'm only seed & I am sweet, & I didn't want this
but you brought me here, with out knowing, with out asking
I came into your life to make it all better, I guess we needed it
I guess we’ll have to make it happen
Keep our fingers crossed
Keep them tight & maybe it’s fate, nevertheless
I will be return to you
The world's too small.
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ReplyDeleteHere I am at a coffee house sitting next to the door frame
ReplyDeleteThe air, in flowering season, is looming with exotic aromas
on the way to New York City’s urban streetscape
I drink some brew made not by love but corporate greed
and sip to have follow a trend and to be accepted
In. The streets look for wandering souls, or me, life
is a play, where characters have no dialog, it’s
raw emotions without words to shape it, manifestation on me, I fall
through it, them, as
The Caffè Mocha is being sipped on a swaying mind now
eighteen years almost ago, and the man singing
Stares through the crowds to spot me & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
needs to be said, no words to exchange, all is felt
Love, civil rights, family values, justice,
a vote for tolerance
Up in the hands of the people, still deciding still ruling, now
more than ever before?
Not that it’s all unfair, yet religion has it’s coat
eyes penetrating the minds of the people
& controlled in religion. Not that youngsters, of sixteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into confusion so,
To roam, & to fall down the abyss where the mind could imagine
so to go. Not that darkness who from very first meeting
I would never & never find my way back to light
into the darkness not knowing how & so demanded
To follow & who will never leave me, not for society, nor self struggle
nor even for family which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not him.
There’s a song, “Homophobia”, but no, I won’t do that
I am human. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be forever. & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a reminder, despite this body. Spirit
Who lives only to teach.
I’m only one, & I am a taboo, & I didn’t want this but
I must be heard.
I came into your life to teach you, to make history
To bring change and to defy society’s role
Change, that’s for the better
Equality & diversity, oh changing fate, nevertheless
I won’t go gracefully in the good night
The world’s of all must know we’re here, we’re different, get use to it.
Recognition
ReplyDeleteBy Emily Luu
Here I am at 12:01, black, silent. The vivid moon creeps through midnight frame.
The air is missing, traveling unalike. Gone. I proceed
On the way to the only streetscape.
I drink some liquid which fulfills my dying hunger
And cools the body to have and to be taken
In. The streets look for the sun, a candle, a speck of light, or me It’s
No where to be found. Time is running out on me. I break
Through it, them, as
Every last drop is sipped on rhythm. Now
I don’t even know how many years almost ago, and the man, lifeless,
Withering out of existence & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
Having completed, everything left unanswered.
Still calculating, filling empty spaces, my Shidoku, my life.
The puzzle bewilders. Complex and Perplex. Torturing
Up in the head now more than ever before?
Not that powerful man, built. Fine in black coat.
Eyes penetrating every fine details,
& mastery in all works of art. Not that genius, adolescent, thirteen. Who was
Going to have to go. careening into Harvard or Yale so
To discover & to discover the feeling of success that anyone would imagine
so to go. Not that wondrous woman who from very first meeting
I would never & never forgive to forget. I will not shatter and let me not be ashes, preserved into the deep ocean, but to be defined & so demanded
To be defined & you who will never leave me. Not for money, nor fame
Nor even for fortune which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not you.
There’s a song. “Say it Right”, but no. I won’t do that.
I am right. When will die? I will never die. I will live
To be recognized & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a piece of the picture despite this hankering spirit
Who lives only to justify.
I’m only human & I am alone & I didn’t ask for this.
I came into your life to be someone and not the shadow
Wasted & Sick. ever so slowly traced by fate nevertheless
I am who I am
The world’s power is beyond my control.
The McCandless Factor
ReplyDeleteby Mark Damon
Here I am at the edge of this frame.
The air is hot and suffocating me
on the way to the disappointing streetscape.
I drink some dirty looks which hurt
and isolates me to have no sympathy and to
turn away from.
In. The streets look for the younger child, or me. I wish I could find that girl who is spending time with peaches now. I ride through the streets longer and longing for something to change .
I barrel through it. them, as the Arizona iced tea is being sipped on the window
sills now and then, years almost ago and the man is telling
me how I should live my life even though his was wasted and still rotting. & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing, not a person, not a thing, not an idea.
Everything love, hate, stone, up in the air.
Now more than before?
Not that afraid child who didn’t have clue his first day
of living hiding in the room for coats.
Eyes penetrating him until he would come out and face the world in the early 90’s.
Not that girl. That teen who was going to have to go,
careening into her rabbit hole so. To breath, and who will never leave me,
not for sex, nor hate, not even for the one thing that
brought us close together in the first place which is only our human lot
& means more than you will ever know. No not I.
There’s a song “ Mad World”. But no. I won’t do that. I am 17.
When will I die? I will never die. I will live to be older than you
can imagine & I will never go away. & you will
never go away & you will never escape from me who
am always & only a shell. Despite this hardened expression.
Spirit who lives only to please. I’m only here to help
& I am never right am I? & I didn’t won’t to get
mixed up with what you believed in. I came into your life to bring a smile to your sullen face
and as much as I succeeded you turned your back.
& I wish I could change what has happened.
I love how this turned out. Fate nevertheless I give way to it’s powers.
The world’s mysteries are about to unfold right in front of me.
Here I am at my home frame
ReplyDeleteThe air is thick, but relaxing on the way to the all too familiar streetscape
I drink some of his scent which is comforting and mine to have and hold
In. The streets look for us, or me.
But it’s just us and no one can get us and interrupt. It’s simple and it’s right and it’s beautiful. Calm on me. I breathe through it. Them. As I the comforting pace
and life sipped on that I have now,
but not three years almost ago. And the man that found me,
loved me and telling.
Who would have though that I’d be here. Nothing
the same, nothing as bad. Everything as I wanted it, everything
simple and good.
Up in the clouds now
More than ever before?
Not that confused little girl in her own world coat
Eyes penetrating everyone and everything
And not letting anyone in ever. Not that new teen, who was
going to have to go. Careening into the world so.
To him and to life and to everything she could imagine
So to go. Not that boy who from very first meeting
I would never and could never leave, not for anything or anyone but would follow
Into the life we want and so demanded
To him and who will never leave me not anyone nor himself
Nor even for selfish reasons which is
Only our human lot and mean nothing to us. No, not him.
There’s a song “Mardy Bum”. But no. I won’t do that
I am in love. When will I die? I will never die. I will live to be old and gray with grand kids. And I will never go away and only a woman despite this poem. Spirit
Who lives only to be with him.
I am only me and I am always changing but forever the same. And I didn’t go anywhere.
I came into your life to be with you forever
And we are fate, nevertheless.
I love you, always.
The world’s empty without you.
Here I am on Sunday at a wide angle frame
ReplyDeleteThe air is biting, bitter and cold
On the way to dance with streetscape
I drink some H2O which soothes my throat
And lets to have a bank and to stay
In. The streets look for me for I am me, or me. You
Cannot tell me what to do, it’s
Shameful and hard. Shame on me. I feel
Through it, them, as
I decided sipped on into now
Ten years ago, and the man was there telling me.
Everything how to live how , to walk, how to breathe, what to say & telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
Is real. Everything
Is fake. I don’t know where I am going, I don’t know what I want to be.
Up in the sky it is dark. Now
More than ever before?
Not that dumby. I found him in the dumpster coat
Eyes penetrating into me, my body
& it in me. Not that no it no. eleventeen. Who was
Going to have to go. Careening into abyss so
To catch & to let loose imagine
So to go. Not that girl who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget when I laid my eyes on her body
Into the soul & so demanded
To me & who will never leave me. Not for you. Nor me
nor even for him which is
Only human lot & means nothing. No, not him.
There’s a song. “Stop me”. But no I won’t do that
I am 17 When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 243. & I will never go away. & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a dark. Despite this sprint. Spirit
Who lives only to jam
I’m only white. & I am black. & I didn’t tell you
I’m sorry.
I came into your life to be there for you
And I left just as fast as I came in.
Move on
I & you, We are fate. Nevertheless
I think it will be meant to be if it is
The world’s a breeding ground.
Boogers
ReplyDeleteKenneth McKeen
Here I am at the edge of my frame, The air is closing in as I am on the way to leave this strange streetscape. I drink some of my love and send it away which never wants to and never can leave to have a time on its own and to make the world sad and but out or in. the streets look for me or me. I wish that I can have that moment of outbreak that is in me it’s on me. I walk through it, them, as I pretend that they eyes have made tears to be sipped on and now not years almost ago, and the man leaves the past which is the past just as much was what I just said is & telling who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing is secret everything is up in the air now more than ever before? Not that I’ve never been broken in this dinner coat eyes penetrating, but I leave the lies for the liars & lie in the liars. Not that they keep in there umpteen, who was going to have to go, careening into there pool of slurs so. To lie is to live and to die imagine so to go. Not that she who from very first meeting I would never & never will be able to love like I want into the edges of my frame. & so demanded to for me to lie at least for a little & who will never leave me not for treaties nor armistices nor even a promise which is only our human lot and means everything…I mean nothing. No not everything There a song “Paralyzed”, but no I won’t do that. I am not into fist fights anymore. When will I die? I will never die. I will live to be a thousand feet tall. & I will never go away & you will never escape from me who am always & only a {er} despite this suffix. Spirit who lives only to be. I’m only being & and I am me & I didn’t brake myself I released it I came into your life stronger than you could handle or me to handle & it backfired further than we could imagine, forget fate or love or lust or hate or treaties. Nevertheless I, the world’s son just died.
Here I am at 10:56, at home, looking past the mirror frame
ReplyDeletethe air is full of death as I breathe it in to run through the flesh of my veins. on the way to escape to the middle of no where as I walk through life on the fearless streetscape.I drink some medicine which was meant to heal the pain of the heart and embrace the misery enable to have a new rebirth life and to no trespassing in the streets look for a savor or me.To save them from misery and sinful sights. It’s the dreams and faith that keeps them alive. the survival of my family is on me.I breath through it, them, as my father sipped on sex now 10 years almost ago, and the man is dead and left his kids to linger behind while others judge & telling Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing to keep me sane, everything will be o.k. as long as I gather evidence to prove my case. Up in the sky will the mother of mothers would be proud, now more than ever before? Now more than ever before? Not that girl, in wearing her heart as a coat eyes penetrating to look in the past & see what each memory has to offer in order to predict the future. Not that teenage mother, nineteen, who was going to have to go, careening into motherhood so,To provide, & to provide more grievingly than even she could imagine so to go. Not that freshman boy who from very first meeting I would never & never in vision I would fall to deep in love past beyond my heart into the core of my soul. & so demanded to everlasting love & who will never leave me, not for addiction to life, nor lies
nor even for riches of lust which is Only our human lot & means to satisfaction needs of desire. No, not my soul mate.There's a song, "Listen to Your Heart", but no, I won't do that I am not allowing any more hurt to kill me. When will I die? I will never die, I will live to be an angel, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me who am always & only a memory, despite this guilt, Spirit who lives only to regret.I'm only human, & I am you, & I didn't ask to be born. I came into your life to search for the inner you & we were brought together by fate, nevertheless
I pray that I’ll never forget the look in your eyes and when I close my eyes. The world's hate won’t ever tear me apart but only stronger.
Here I am a winter time dull drum which frame
ReplyDeleteThe air is undeniably chilling
On the way to summer time streetscape
I drink some African poison which solidfies to have character
And to triumph
The streets look for warmth or me. Wintertime dull drums keep it bitter and cold
It’s a shame summer couldn’t come sooner its starting to chill on me.
I freeze through it, them as
The bitter snow falls sipping on my skin now
100 years almost ago, and the man kind
Would never have had such a fate as global warming.
And telling who would have thought that id be here
Nothing so incredible frigid
Everything so undeniable cold sweeps through my body now paralyzing my blood flow encrypting my heart sending chills through my spine
Up in the air the sky’s freeze in ultimate winter frustration now
More that ever before?
Now that the children automatically freeze in their hat and coat
Eyes penetrating the sky for a glimpse of warmth and satisfaction
In ultimate relaxation. Beyond teen
Who was going to have to go. Careening into emergency vehicles so.
To live and to live life to the fullest imagine
So to go. Not that cold who from very first meeting
I would never and never imagine such pain,
Numbness and heartache from the amputation
Into the nerve and bone of old pinky toe and so demanded
To stay and who will never leave me. Not for sex, nor money
Nor even for an artificial limb which is
Only our human lot and means nothing. No not you
There's a song “Get me bodied” But no I won’t do that.
I am cold. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 145 and I will never go away and you will never escape from me
Who am only and always a memory. Despite this body spirit
Who lives only to chill.
I am only 25 years old and I am dead. And I didn’t mean to kill you to,
I came into your life to keep you warm, loved and protected but
Now i've suffered and been killed. Its self righteous fate. Nevertheless
I am gone and you still here so make me proud.
The worlds song lives within you forever it’s your turn to carry that Burdon onto others now
Farwell.
Twisted Fate
ReplyDeleteby Ted Berrigan
Here I am at the timeless hours of the night, looking through the window frame
The air is still as a crypt, and the scent of the night wafts in, cars flash past
On the way to the dull streetscape
I drink some cold tea which invigorates me in my vigil
And asks me to have the memories and to look again at the decision I made.
The streets look for Tom, Jesus or me Tom
It’s
Grown quieter as the last traveler returned home. The memories descend on me. I wade through it, them, as
The fears and rages sipped on the lost dreams now
4 years almost ago, and the man walked in
a forced smile on his face. & telling
Who would have thought I’d be here .nothing
Makes sense, so many questions. Everything
The ideas haunt me, hurt me, rip at me.
They’ll never leave, the scars forever marking the failure.
Up in the shy the moon passes, and questions appear clearer, now
More then ever before.
Not that there will ever be an answer. There’s the man in the black coat
Eyes penetrating, he is me, I am he
& neither knows our place in the world. Not that insecure teen. Who was
going to have to go. Careening into the next life so.
To spiral & to twist out of control and never imagined
So to go. Not that girl who from very first meeting
I would never forgive, nor will I forget, the wound is to fresh to give
Into the ideas of hope and happiness & so demanded
To find someone who will never leave me. Not for money, nor family,
Not even for the blind lust which is
only our human lot & means nothing in the end. No. not that.
There’s a song “Paralyzer” . but no I won’t do that.
I am everything and nothing. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 130. & I will never go away. & you will never escape from me
Who is always & only a pillar. Despite this rage. Spirit
Who lives only to watch and protect
I’m only human, & I am powerful. & I didn’t do this for me.
It was always for you.
I came into your life because I cared. I wanted
To help you.
You & I. entwined in fat. Never the less
I watch.
The world spins, and we are along for the ride.
If you are posting after this message, then you should come and see me or email me because I have entered all the grades.
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 3:19 p.m. fiery unstoppable frame.
ReplyDeleteThe air is cold to the bone, even though it's October.
I drink some rejunivating mineral water which rejuvinates
and smile to have confidence and to fit
In. The streets look for my mom or me. I'm
just like my mom except younger and much less wise, it's
a miracle I'm visible around her. Lean on me. I struggle
through it, them, as
the whole world sipped on my drink now
16 years almost ago, and the man working, dancing, is looking at my mom & telling
Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing
achieved, nothing destroyed, everything to lose. Except myself in the process.
Up in the sky, travelling from one coast to another, now
more than ever before?
Not that every man I've seen, ridculous in the disguise of a fur coat
eyes penetrating me and my mom at the same time.
& becoming lost in our gazes. Not that gorgeous hairstylist, nineteen, who was
going to have to go, careening into dust and like so.
To live & to laugh more fiercely than I could ever imagine
so to go. Not that Russian who from very first meeting I would never & never will leave the side of until we become one and jump
into the world together & so demanded
To conquer every last piece & who will never leave me, not for hair, nor location
nor even for another cute Russian girl which is
Only our human lot & means everything to me. No, not to my lovely mother.
There's a song. "Read My Mind". but no. I won't do that
I am smarter. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 19. & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
who am always and only an illusion despite this solidity. Spirit
who lives only to affect.
I'm only human. & I am guilty. & I didn't do it by mistake.
I came into your life to make you love me, and you did but I didn;t make you.
You did it on your own & now you changed your mind. Well, that's just my fate, nevertheless
I continue to be in your dreams
The world's my magic carpet.
Painful Love
ReplyDeleteBy Ted Beerigan
Here I am at the same place where he left me, looking at a picture frame
The air is cold, blowing through my hair making me reminiscence the past
On the way to his house I can see the streetscape
I drink some Hennessey to try to forget about him, which makes me more relax
And stress free to have the strength to maintain and to stay strong.
In. The streets look for someone like him, or me, trying
My hardest to get over him but the pain just won’t go away, it’s
So hard for me to understand why he’s doing this, the pains on me, I look
Through it, them, as
The memories sipped on my mind now
Five years almost ago, and the man that I fell deeply in love with was smiling at me, & telling me.
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing matters to me now, everything
Is too late.
Up in the emptiness of my heart,now
More than ever before?
Not that anything matters to me, walking in the street I see him wearing the coat
Eyes penetrating through me
& holding in all the pain and sorrow.
Not that there is anything to do, seventeen, who was going to have to go, careening into a better love so,
To be, & to be without him, I just can’t imagine
So to go. Not that he was who from very first meeting
I would never & never be able to fall in love again and be
into the new relationship with someone else & so demanded
To be with someone & who will never leave me, not for money, nor someone else nor even for the stupidest things there is which is
Only our human lot & means everything or nothing . No, not him.
There’s a song, “Forget You”, but no, I won’t do that
I am sixteen. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be here waiting for you, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a shadow, despite this love. Spirit
Who lives only to be happy and loved.
I’m only human, & I am a teenager, & I didn’t expect this to happen to me.
I came into your life to show you what love is
And to change you into a better person
But at the end you tear my heart apart.
Happiness & Sadness, is determine by fate. Nevertheless
I am here to for you when ever you needed someone the most
The world’s greatest love is for you to search for it.
Hear I am at my grandmothers house, beautyful full figured frame
ReplyDeleteThe air is sweet with the smell of herbs and spices used in her most famous dish
on the way to Larry's house by the streetscape
I drink some Merlot wine which is as dry as a hot summer without rain
and I have to say to my grandmother and to my grandfather that they do not have very goodtaste
In. The streets look for democrats, republicans, or me. They are interesting it's
True, however, the pressure is undeniably on me. I try to wiggle myself
through it, them as
they had sipped on whiskey at George's now
2 years almost ago. and the man had been
To drunk to know what the Vice president was doing & telling.
Who would have thought that I'd be here. nothing
not one election have I won did I do everything
Wrong, or is it that every other candidate up in the hill have better haircuts now
more than ever before?
Not that poilitics isn't fair, you put enough mulla in their coat
eyes penetrating on the pockets and what do u know, you can do everything wrong
& the American people will still cast a vote in y'all. Not that we as a nation behave like a bratty teen who was
going to have to go careening into other people's business so
To fight & to keep fighting for our freedom and the oil we imagine
so to go. Not that we the people who from the very first meeting
I would never & never dream of asking to question lil' Bush.for trying to cut taxes while we're
Into the beautiful and sunny Iraq & so demanded
To the people & who will never leave me not for bad policies nor bad manners
nor even for sinking and plunging the economy into the ground which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No not even for that.
There's a song "I'm going down" but no I won't do that
I am everlasting when will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be as old as our wars & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a candidate never the president despite my nicer frame. Spirit
Who lives only to lose elections
I'm only honest & I am smart & I didn't realize that I needed
$600 haircuts and $4,000 suits to win.
I came into your life to make a difference but I guess
I just wasn't the sweet neighbor next door.
We & only we can understand what it means to have an American fate. Nevertheless
I have money for I am a politician and will leave for Switzerland while
The world's most powerful country shatters and falls.
Memories
ReplyDeleteBy: Ted Berrigan
Here I am at my room staring at the picture frame
The air is cold and uncomfortable
On the way to take a walk out near the streetscape
I drink some hot coffee which soothes my body
And makes me forget everything to have to do with her and to clear my mind from everything
In. The streets look for all the past events that have happened. Or me. Maybe even her
Which I cant get my mind to stop thinking about. It’s driving me crazy. It wont get on me. I try to fight through it. Them. As
I sipped on the cup of my hot coffee from now.
2 years almost ago. And the man I use to be is completely gone. & telling.
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing and without her. Everything gone because she stole it away when she walked out of my life.
Up in the blue sky I see all the clouds that make shapes of us together. Now more than ever before?
Not that I hate her for all that’s happened. But I am still in love with her and remember the coat eyes penetrating through my skin.
& now I am going back home in 10 minutes because of the cold. Not that I don’t like her anymore who from very first meeting I would never & never take my eyes off her as she dazes into the depths of my mind & so demanded
To make me think about her all day long & who will never leave me. Not for my looks. Nor my friends nor even for my money which is
Only our human lot & means of how shallow people act. No. not her.
There’s a song. “Lonely”. But no. I won’t do that
I am stronger than this. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 100 years old. & I will never go away. & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a memory staying in your heart. Despite this breakup that we have endured. Spirit
who lives only to haunt you with the great times we had.
I’m only human. & I am not a saint. & I didn’t mean for everything to happen.
I came into your life to make you happy and love you for everything you are
& stay with you as long as you needed me however we weren’t meant to be according to fate. Nevertheless
I will never forget you and you will always be in my memories.
The world’s best love story comes to an end.
We Are Malden
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 3:33 pm. bitter, cold, shivering frame
The air is think, flowing cold winds soar
On the way to grass ad white lines streetscape
I drink some cold electrolytes which stimulate
And refuel to have stamina and to fill
In. the streets look for Hoyte, Cuneen or me. Cuneen
Is half baked, Hoyte fills the hole. It’s
Hard on them, us, and mostly on me. I lead
Through it, them, as
Freezing water sipped on the sidelines now
Three years almost ago. And the man with the headset
And the jacket with the letters c o a c h. and telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here. Nothing
Even matters or affects me. Everything
Bothers and makes me strive to work harder
Lead these young men by example and exemplify leadership.
Up in the stands, people doubting us, our season, and our pride. Now
More than ever before?
Not that 9-2 season. Papagallo in winter coat
Eyes penetrating his players, son, livelihood
And stadium in Malden. Not that cheerleader. Seventeen. Who was
Gong to have to go. Careening into junior year, so
To grow, and to develope, realize real guys from fake, imagine
So to go. Not that man who from very first meeting
I would never and never disrespect, disregard, or let down
Into the heart inside me and so demanded
To love and who will never leave me. Not for disgust nor women
Not even for another son, smarter, better which is
Only our human lot and means nothing. No not me
There’s a song “Only the good die young” but no, I won’t do that
I am 18 when will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 97 and I will never go away and you will never escape from me
Who is always and only a kid. Despite this beard. Spirit
Who lives only to grow
I’m only bones and I am veins and mustle. And I didn’t start this
He did
I came into your life to straighten the mess you made up
And I’m trying
Every time you mess up
Your life and potential. Uncertain fate. Nevertheless
I try to make you guys understand
The world’s youth, me included have a lot to accomplish
Riddle Frame
ReplyDeleteHere I am at 1:08 am alone in this riddle frame
The air is blazing, on a summery July night
On the way to downtown’s riches
I drink some refreshing colatta to clear my dry throat
From the humid air, and attempt to exclude
This dizzy mode and not fall in
The streets look for Jess Vivian or me
They will never meet. Jess is a thought. It’s disappearing on me,
I struggle through it, them as a dream lost in a second
Now 8 years almost ago, and the man watching the past
Survivors and telling who would have thought that I’d be here
Nothing makes sense everything is lost up in the air, now more
Than ever before? Not that evil person in the black coat
Eyes penetrating trying to bring me down.
Not that friendly one who was going to have to go, careening
To somewhere so, to hang out, to have fun memories
so to go forever not that love who from very first meeting
I would never & never forget that feeling and let it
Vanish into the sky demanded.
To keep who will never leave me not for drugs nor alcohol nor even
For a sudden stranger which is only our human lot
And means nothing no, not that stranger.
There’s a song “Let You Go” but no, I won’t do that I am 19.
When will I die? I will never die, I will
Live to be history, and I will never go away, and you will never escape
From me who am always and only feelings, despite this stranger
Spirit who lives only to love
I’m only me, and I am who I am, and
I didn’t ask for this, the future did
I came into your life to help you and make things better
Fate nevertheless I will leave you
The world’s desire.