30 Poems in 30 Days

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lineage and long time
strangers pass by
never knowing the
real redundance
of pumice on a soul
my feet swell
with every other partical
every cell
right to the top
full up again and
spilling out slop

time to pine. ah.
 
2-2

Release

Building in momentum
Rushing blindly
Holding on by the
skin of my teeth
Heart pounding
Chest heaving
Knees shaking
My eyes close
Head thrown back
Beads of perspiration
forming against my skin
Fists clenched
Hips slamming, banging
The edge is nearer
I'm going over
Inarticulate sounds
escaping my mouth
Release is sweet.

j.b
 
1-12

some days
some night

flavor in my hand
walking slow
collecting merit
by illixer accent
chant anthem
mc beth witches
can't touch me
spirit

sticky mo-la-sses
vinegar pierce the bud
beer spit
 
3-8

redolance retained
in cadmium yellow
just enough that i
can close my eyes and
feel you

blindfolded, still
i could pick you out of
a lineup.
your bedsheets too.
 
2-3

The System


Waiting for the system
to fullfill promise
Beurocratic bullshit
Red tape, excuses
Jokes on you
No surprise
Leading society
Controlling individuals
Lock you up
Take away your freedom
Take away your mind
Four walls
Three squares
Nowhere to hang that rope
No sanity left.

j.b
 
1-13

Some days
some nights

the ways of a cut the line traffic
therefore negating the social
instink ties

or that's what the current
bible said

remain the main mind
but at the whim of ego

ergo glow skull
voodoo river keep
creeping liquid love
multi-colored spiro-dye

wonderland in short
sung hi-ho through the life time

I..........I.............I am in awe already!!!!!!!!!!
 
3-9

exchange insanity for
a handful of reality
a small dose is
all it takes to bring
one back from the black
brink of fuck it.

the only real thing is i love you.
 
2-4

The Hole

Images black
notwithstanding sanity
closet demons
crawling mindlessly
throughy my brain
fear grasps my unconscious
rips at my resolve
Can you make me feel it?


j.b
 
3-10

you fit right inside
my pocket, i have you
locked down tight
right under my
unyielding passion

ashes to ashes, a body
burns for no more than
the length of a cigarette
just like them, you are
as i prove again my
slavery to anything
you offer.

i cough up words resembling
a thing, a red pool of me and
you, a tide coming in and sweeping
our weaved forms out.
i will tread this too, as
long as you want me to.
 
1-14

stir the heat in me
kill that flame imagery
bent blade wanna test
my metal
drink for service

the fire tamed
spin plate layering
rooms on your tounge

refine nature
heat the water
to make crisp flesh

cell frame same
changed, thought for content
 
2-5

Cuts

Dull blade
needs sharpening
shinning
make it pretty.

Hesitation
kills the mood
halting flow
of emotion.

Thinking
ruins the
temporary
escape
makes you
question motive
look for reasons.

Breathe and live.

j.b
 
3-11

its all about words and space
and a hard fist in my chest
everytime i see
the reality
of twenty four hundred
increments of 5000 feet
that are between my
head and heart.
 
1-15

poem # 15

excuse me if I might on this night just say
Fuck taxes
no wonder 4/20 is just days away from today
fuck taxes
it might not have mad me mad if I didn't
see the money I could of had
fuck taxes
FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
taxes!!!
everybody middle fingers up and give it to them in the W-2


hahahahahahahahahaha :nana:
 
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2-6

Together-Alone

Intertwined
moving against
one another.
Sensual entities
taking turns
to lead and follow.
Trusting souls
travelling beyond
conversation.
Seperate passions
forging a path
to strength.

j.b
 
2 - 1

Here I am again, a voracious word pig
wanting a challenge, to dine
on nouns and verbs

I will try to skip the hors d'oeuvre
filling up on heavy adverbs
adjectives, no room for ellipisis points
hyphens, long—dashes

I will try to keep it compact for meaning
and impact, entrees satisfying
tasty desserts of fresh imagery
even for the most epicurean appetites

I will and I'll leave a tip
 
#l 2-1

Gonna try this one more time...aiming for short poems. I need the practice.


Pangaea

After all those years
I'm still curved
to spoon you
 
excuse

Hellishly
hips sway
BMW (Bob Marley and the Wailers) guitar
spoon carved
out of moon shine suds

no wrath like that high heel keeping tempo
 
1-16

The real-----------------
drum some

I
so
the clock was lacking
he stopped traffic and made
a sun dial on the yellow lines
with the left over parts of
years of being kept up

II
law man come'in
money man
oozing that pig cream
authority

spittin' leave'n pot holes black tar
through a mouth of sirs
false concern
and pinned on pride
in full frontal
bad days on city paper
you'll have to sign for that

III
A. Child sited vandal
crushing easy eyes on
builts making them un-fit
for letting the air out of hours
corner drinkin'
speaking to the moon at sun
time

eclipse of nature
skunk colored cars
see them count our rights
accident cause of the
egg flesh warble
 
2 -2

The pictures run into one bleak
35 inch pixelated picture
The Dolby sound can't hold it together
it st-stutters to a halt

This transmission is lost to snow
to the white on white noise
Beyond that the light dims to a pinpoint
The room goes silent

The satellite moved? A black hole
maybe sucked it in? What--?
eVAR. Fuck it
signing off, over and out
 
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3-12

midnight confession
no regret or permenant
permission
a barbed and wired
sales man solicets for
affection
irrational attraction of
tactless fractal conformation
eyes that only see perfection
you are my sweet confection
and every sappy word
i said is true.
 
2-7

Keep It Harmless

Teasing one another
playing the game
pushing the boundary
is this insane.
Just let it happen
how far to go
no rules to follow
just let him know.
Keeping it simple
always hot
rocking the boat now
stirring the pot.

j.b
 
2-2

Pangaea II

be it oceans seeping in
to drown careless valleys

or blood leaked from seams
for bursting too slow

everything falls apart
into familiar shapes

will you be Africa this time
and have your limbs torn

or will you be Antartica
and drift into winter?
 
1-17

push'n,
logic downside
no concern on
love and I laugh
skipping through the
down towns
 
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3-13

logic-ill
getting my fill,
neva
hormone
dopamine
driven,
unsurmountable
passion plays at
untuned heartstings
nothing makes sense unless
it has to do
with you.
 
2-3

aptum

she's so

speaks in tongues
or perfect felicity,

channels chameleon

or colors what passes
through her pretty

I just don't know
 
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