Bushes of Garble

The kisses on the pavement are noted with faint blackness

Because I warn of these speckles as they begin to bare color

A, um, application of lids is summoned under lids, the eyes

They are grotesque monstrosities, these visible marks of concern

The blackness is coming and it will consume existence

However, perception is deception – I await here, without consciousness

I’m pondering in a pond of fiber as the night grows thick

The ash coat is even tickled by luminous reflections

Society will be swallowed by roaches

These roaches are only visible to the lifeless lenses of positioned cameras

Not media

No media

No mind

Not mine

About, mmm, two or four or three or more scores

I’m torn by the hangers, by the anger from a stranger

My life is danger and my brain is unstable

Keep your distance, darkness

 

 

 

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

 

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Once the shadow was retracted, all that was left was a crying note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

 

A Pair of Folly

My passion is the fall of plastic

Once I feel, you will sense that my pen is real

I write what is on my mind

However, I bury beneath the English language

This means that I barely spill what it is that happened

But I never sleep on devil

I come equipped and forever settle in the kettle

I barely button my lip

This is the contradiction

I say what it is and fare the hate and confliction

My honest shape, you should flash a smile because I care…

To tell, but your nose swells

Oh well…

I look to the table across to read

As I count alphabet, I discover the realm of deception

What is really there…

The…

Lack of care

No care

No book or confession

This was my lesson

I pay the dues to count these blessings

I hop from dreams as I hope for renewed settings

No quitting

Never forgetting or letting…

Go.

Go, go, go to the land of angels and powder

Live it up louder

For the November Ears will beget…

I forget.

This poem of mine has gone on for too long

My necklace’s ramp runs damp

Must I rest?

All there is for you is happiness and love

You just have to stay strong and carry on

Hand out the hugs, hugs, hug

I know it’s hard

But you wouldn’t move if you weren’t starved

So it can only get better

I was given a curve ball in the weirdest of weather

This means that the future is legit

But don’t forget to let the love and peace take their risks

 

 

Musical Chairs

A mythical musician

With a flipped composition

No guts nor glory

Just a story of prepositions

No buts, or decisions

Just listen

Name was David, but MOM called him Dave

A horrid man; tall as a ceiling fan

He was a slave

He fell victim to environment

Murder was the case

Yes, Dave conspired it

Whether or not he realized, he was the fire that started fits

Throughout his childhood, he took many hits

From MOM, she would never quit

Beating after beating, how could spirits be expected to lift?

They couldn’t, so Dave reacted on im-pulse

She said he wouldn’t, but her death was the re-sult

Dave was only twenty years old

A sad story, let it unfold

His heart grew cold

And…

And his sorrows began to bestow

And…

Mama Dave was slain through musical notes

But the seed was believed to be the cause

David was the problem and couldn’t be resolved

He would scream and inflict the pain

For two decades, MOM cried throughout the rain

Night after waking night…

Day after sleeping day…

They would always fight

Even though Dave had nothing to say

Dave was never real

He was just a voice in her head

Every morning, MOM would slice her wrists while laying in bed

The scars remained and she could take no more

She slowly opened and walked through the bedroom door

To her left, on the floor, was a radio

Say it ain’t so, it played a chilling song

Soon, so soon, the villain Dave would be gone

Music through her ears, dare not she shed anymore tears

No more hatred

No more laughter from her peers

She looked right and saw herself in a mirror

The agony was always there and the bruises only grew clearer

No more patience; there was no longer any fear

Dave starting gnawing; yelling for help

She walked to a chair; wind from the ceiling fan was felt

Rope in hand; a single tear then fell

Life was to be over

She climbed the chair and hung herself

Life was to bare no more weight on MOM’s shoulders

 

Oddity of Slumber

I play hookie in my dreams to avoid responsibility

That’s why I pee in trash cans at school; an assurance of instability

Privacy was all but the case

I hid my face to disclose the reality of chase

I trudge through school halls and remove my clothes

That is, my black sweater to cease identification, I suppose

Foreign vacation to lands of unity

All colors, yet no race

No speak, yet no identification of face

Bag in hand, a chance of opportunity

I leap

I sweep my feet

I begin to speak and then resume to be

What I say to a friendly neighbor is but an illusion

It is an obtrusion of speech and cannot be seen through confusion

At lake, maroon dock and overcast weather

The sun shined through a cloud and presented a chance for things to get better

Or so it seemed

The sun gleamed and was believed to forecast an undreamed theme

Awake, dare not I be awake

For when I wake, the madness of turbulent eyes accounts for a mistake

For when I wake, the sadness of wordless-ness and lies cause the earth to shake

For when I wake, the lavish ways of eternity cease the thirst to take

But when I sleep, there is no quake

But when I sleep, the fires of reality seldom seem to bake

And as I sleep, I exercise the wonders of conciousness

And as I sleep, I escape the troubles of fraudulence

 

 

Hateful Hurricane

In the calmest of storms, I sit and wait

My tiresome bones are destined to occupy this desk

For most days, I walk and crumble to a shatter

As today, in the emptiness of fulfillment, I steadily wait

I patiently blink my eyes at the red hand in the white circle on the wall

A clock is what it is

Patience is what I’ve been forced to have my whole life

My nerves are constantly stretched

My composure is pulled

And my composure is tugged

And my soul is ripped from my body

But it is not detached, only tempted by the flames

When the burning hand ticks some more…

After an eternity or three, the storm finally passes

Or rather, the muddy shovel meets the eye

Please, I’m still waiting

Time doesn’t wait for you

Time doesn’t wait for me

But I’m still waiting for time to bring me some sunshine

 

 

Black Sabbath

Everything that I’ve written has derived straight from my heart

Each and every word has pumped through my veins and out of this abused pen

Tell me why to speak if no one listens

No one’s there to hold me when I’m down

No one cares to open an ear

Or to wipe a tear

All I hear in solitude is the laughter

The grinding of teeth haunts my sleep every night

There shall be no rest

Only stress

There shall only be burden pressed against my chest

Feel the fire

Feel the passion

My only escape is within a dream

Or so it seems until my slumber is interrupted by the screams

Where were you after you said you were there?

I will notify

You were high

As Hell

As church bells

Off pills

Was this your first?

Nope, you only thirst for numbers I cannot tell

And the Cocaine?

I pray you didn’t snort a line as well

Are you sane?

Don’t comfort me with your pity; it is reversed

You were gone in my worst and are now painting a hearse

Don’t ask why I stopped to try…

Why I ceased to cry and debate

I love you to death, yet my heart reeks with the hate

And the sunshine reaps the destinies of fate

It was in February, almost a year ago

I was blessed with the curse to have known…

A demon so fowl, clawing my soul in order to grow

No names, I’ve already made this too personal

But your impact is intact and versatile

Joy is not a toy

I have given

I have tried to enjoy

It seldom seems that I will receive

This life of mine is a ploy

A plan

A gift to withstand

Through cactus, prickles of razors and sand

I am…

On my knees, but the prayer’s responses are bland

So please…

Trust me…

I will never expect you to understand

My foot’s laces are geometric

You shall wear diamond lenses for breakfast

And by life’s noon, the shoes will appear hectic

No respect

You’ve tried to collect a dept with a broken neck

Recklessness

No fiber of being, only clear meaning to test

To progress

To appreciate what is left

Or whatever that you think is right

Whatever that you think is correct

I’m running low on breath

The smoke chokes

Black fumes resume to elope

A sick joke

Before my eyes, a fire of lies in disguise

The ashes of blazes rise to the skies

Souls are tied

Innactive tides are always alive

This means that the brainless shores will never survive

You must think

You must blink the lids of broken bids

The shallow depts are foretold by kids

Young and dumb

Scum is Mr. Wise

You trick and treat and fail to be descrete

I was a friend, I cared

You turned your back

Then…

Called right back

How could you dare?

Quiet nightmare, the savannahs of silence

A bitter past, shrouded in violence

Memories of disease, tumor in tummy

Devils on the block, Southern Pines

The home of the rock, thought it was funny

Grandma grew bloated

I fare unworthy, may I not be quoted

I too laughed at school

That is, the same day that she died

Dad called to relay the news

No surprise, only clues

On her death bed, she plead my brother’s name

But not her own son’s, there’s room to explain

Down the timeline

In the bathroom

Grandpa is slain

A stroke to the brain, waiting for three days

Seventy-two hours of the showers

Mute is the rain

Cute is the pain

Murder, bloody-murder

Kill, kill, kill

Pill, pill, pill

After a little while, he lay in the hospital with a smile

There was hope as he began to move a toe

I don’t know…

How you stretched your love as a band

To stare at the man who left you to die

When asked to hold his hand, I refused and started to cry

Days later, grandpa gave up his life

So that he may lay next to his wife

Forever and ever…

For worst and for better…

Through the wettest of weather…

For you

And for you

And you know who

I have written this letter

I forgive you.