I L-L-L…

This is my saddest attempt to try something new

The line before really was written in cursive

I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new

But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit

Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry

It was destiny for me to be insane, I can see it in the sky

No time to rhyme, nor reason to express; zero consent

I wonder how many feel this

Rather, how many care?

You may read, but can you hear?

I go… nowhere

Just like that, my mood flips and turns

And upon my return, muy mind rejects concern

My mistake is, where, where

Who’s there?

You, there

Truth-slayer

Tooth-decayer

Why did you bring me to you lair?

I’ve always given you my all – my robe, even my hair

This is, is so, so unfair

Lost in word

Infrastructure in smile, congruent to tile

Thought is vile, but only for a little while

So smile; so sorry, I’m running out of room on the page

Which means an idea will too, give birth

I guess this is my finale for the night

I L-L-Love you and that’s that to say

Your name, your aim is to burn by the flame

Your game, is to be played until the end of days

I’m out of words

Thank you

 

Ten Minutes

I need about… ten minutes

Ten minutes to complete what I’ve been ill-fated to do

To write my right-est wrongs from soul-less souls beyond

 

nINE is on the screen, but the screen itself is not before me

It’s in places marked by X’s, by tens

By the tenants of treasured mud; dirt which is dried by rain

 

If the clarity of adhesive droplets reveal the boxes,

Then the X’s crafted by time will be disposed of – in ten minutes

Only four minutes to go.

 

 

 

 

Whooo?

Emotionless bondage, find a better way

Memorize the path, repeat it every day

If obtrusion blocks thee, sock and shoe

Lock and chew; illusion of rock and tea; stock for you

Who, in proportion to lines of distorted time

Dew stains the marks of abortion-ed eyes, so blind

Inclined, balance to belly of the brain

Colored by paint to mask the essence of pain

Kill thy pest, scorching flesh coated with oil

Interest for foil, aluminum skin within the water’s boil

Not a sequence, B and P, confused as gas to knife

Sorry, but you were designated to bring the paper to life

On tree-less spoil, no comprehension

Numb my mind with constant detention. Who?

 

 

Dear Letter

Dear… I know who,

My future wouldn’t have existed without you digging through my life. You see, I’m cornered by the corners of my residency. This leaves my mind lonely at times, between the ocean blue. One, two… three four. Four walls. Two… exits. Either a leisure passage using stairs or a fatal fall from the window with the stained glass. Hm, my point is that I’m buried… because of… you. I’m what I’d like to call a “thinker.” The purpose of other souls doesn’t concern me. You see, I’m really a madman. But, I’m not mad, man. Yeah… you just couldn’t resist listening to those… those… ehh! Don’t make me angry as I write this! You really, really don’t wanna’ see me when I’m upset. Promise. Not again. Oh, I almost forgot! This future of mine, it’s very unstable. Without your guidance and valuable motivation, there will be nothing at all. The space of a hidden truth will surely be broadened. Don’t do this to me, please, not now. I cannot afford to lose you now. You’re too precious to me. I will maintain awareness, however. Thank you, but never forget.

Sincerely,

You know who…

 

The Grass is Greener

Lord, this is my best method of communication

I cannot focus in tongue as I’m growing numb

Is this Your test or evil at its best?

These words, Lord, they fall upon deaf ears

The thoughts are clear, but these letters always seem to disappear

When she’ s near, You know who, as to no clue

But her name and Your name are heard in vain

Trials were designed to shun my shine

At times, but always gives me lines to climb

Gray lines are seen as silver-platter ladders

Heavy steel is fatter and chrome roams to the splatter

Blood on these streets

Blood on these hands

Mud on these sheets

You wont’ understand

Deals are under hand

Night-night, night – I gave you my bowl

The stories are old, but you know what was foretold

The beats cease when it’s time to clean the ducts of defeat

Suggest and action and I will partake

Send me a sign so I know that You care

I know You do, but my naturalism needs a reminder

I was forced to disfigure the solitudes in confinement

A prayer can be heard from the quietest of voices

We’re given choices to help guide us to Your appointment

You know what I mean

Once more, folding of knee

I still beg for a better day, just show me the way

I’d do as You say, but please, may the love stay?

Okay, this is my conclusion

I’ll follow the light; always winning and never losing

I take your wings, green dragonfly

To greener grasses, we fly

 

Forehead of the Jaguar

A melody of your leverage is upon the basements

Call the yellow to orange to dead bracelets’ rings

Seize the tendons and movement of bones

That single joint is then forever alone

But these Blood-Vein filled arteries are a part of me

The wolf sits in the moonlit snow

To and fro

Ear to toe

None by side

None to coincide

So come inside

The darkness waits for you

Once you walk out of that door, there will be no looking back

Let the tears stack; may the chains roar

No more, no more

Dare not plead me more

A restless escape is forever to shake the thoughts I bore

Just a few things in storage, I felt the need to write

The endless walk in my future is outlined in chalk

Allow the pair of pears to reunite

It has been such a long time since they’ve met

Did the helicopter soar, OR did it forget?

That there are those chains in which I’m bonded

My mind is lost and I still haven’t fount it

Nor do I care to

Measure what I care to do

The fullest of potential is sequential despair

The worst nightmare stares at me too, to you

It is the sheet on the bed and the numeral of courage

To see, with an R and a T

As a tree but with no sound of sea

Now you will begin to see

That one of two equals three

I’m willing and I’m able

Frozen motion, sit still

Help me break out of this fable

Collect the ash of burned wills

Sit still, silent jaguar

Your forehead is hidden in the brush

May there be peace and love and above all, trust

 

Within Reach is the Dirt

These notes, they aid through the toughest of time

And their chime, they heal the wounded flesh

Once the shadow was retracted, all that was left was a crying note

It was dumped by Heart Village, but was eventually stolen

 

Morbid thief, you look in my eyes and deny responsibility

Look to see what you’ve done to me

What is seen cannot even be believed

Speculating eyes are the only asset of sheep

 

A flattened line or two for the weak through the week

Anger will beget anger and the result will deplete patience

For as long as you’re waiting, the dealings will never rest in peace

Only deadly pieces for the humble wrists will apologize

 

Even years after you seek, you will never realize

But for the ghost of memory, may the barricaded sheds bleed

Hidden in the woods is a phantom of diplomacy which collects the fallen drops

A unit of storage behind the curtains is what is certain for the unholy fates

 

Given is what you take

Understand the realities of insanity

Kites of mind are turbulent in the screaming storms whilst slumber rests

A pickled response, I drown in what you’ll get

 

 

 

 

The Wheels on the River

It shouldn’t take this long for the flowers to deliver

You’re my, you’re, you’re my end

Please, cat stick, don’t pretend

You are not a quitter, nor a sitter

You pounce on existence and constrict ways-a -better

You told me the dirty rudders would unclutter

But this heh’ boat, yeah, she rolls on mystic water

And she flies to the land of wheels in concrete stature

Here, the engine is healed and instilled with turmOIL

But this is not all

It is a given a pedal that makes sure to go on

To recline, and to define the compass’s state of mind

Most certainly, navigation is undermined in due time

However, the roads, as well as airs, are cleared

 

Nostalgic Ave.

Hey guys, I had to remove this poem since it was posted on another site. But instead of deleting the post here is a link where the poem can be found.

Nostalgic Ave.

A www.loveislonely.com exclusive poem by That Dude Eddie.

 

Folder as it Falls

I open my eyes to the smell of blinding chowder

The ambient train peels the skinless flesh at times of rest

The handle of introduction –  

A handle of conditioned dispositions

 

Of, of, off

A, the, soft is bought when tossed across -

A cross while legs are crossed, distraught

Think I forgot?

But at what cost?

 

Trick and spool the rules at school

For fif-minus-cup hours, I serve to fools

Corrupted cooperation at the head of student body

I even called while standing in the potty

 

But I did it for thee

He is the grain of cinnamon that nearly gave me the sea

How could this be?

I slay slere and erase the tear by quarter ’til three

 

But the phone rung

And my heart sings with the stings of dope-slung wings

Call me a rapper; yeah, sure -

It’s as pure as political clatter

Rap, rap, until your pockets get fatter

At will for father as I climb further, faster

 

That is the mask of black souls which tasks under cracked scrolls

I grow big and hit low

You reap as you sow and creep as you woe

Now you know, learn to love

You’re under a rock, yet yearn to rise above

 

Never fold, never fall.