Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thoughts on 5 AM
For this prompt we were told to combine 2 memories. I didn't do that. I wrote about a lake instead. So there!
5 AM (Also from poetry class)
5 AM
The water and sky meet
Not like the ocean
Horizon touching sun
No
At this lake
5 AM
There are 2 worlds
One we see
Shining and doing
What it always does
The other
Seems to be a mirror reflected
On calm green placid
Before boats
Children
Fisherman
Stake their claim
It’s almost the world
But not quite
It is, both at once
A pale imitation
And supreme improvement
In a way more dull
Brighter
Confusing and awe-inspiring
Stimulating and a little scary
Like remembering a fantasy
Maybe a moment rising
Falling
Exhilarating
The soaring
Loop-the-loop ecstasy
That churns organs
Dropping and skipping
Swimming blurred vision
Over over again
I could gaze at this lake
For hours
And it would let me
Saying nothing but how
All is right
In both worlds
The water and sky meet
Not like the ocean
Horizon touching sun
No
At this lake
5 AM
There are 2 worlds
One we see
Shining and doing
What it always does
The other
Seems to be a mirror reflected
On calm green placid
Before boats
Children
Fisherman
Stake their claim
It’s almost the world
But not quite
It is, both at once
A pale imitation
And supreme improvement
In a way more dull
Brighter
Confusing and awe-inspiring
Stimulating and a little scary
Like remembering a fantasy
Maybe a moment rising
Falling
Exhilarating
The soaring
Loop-the-loop ecstasy
That churns organs
Dropping and skipping
Swimming blurred vision
Over over again
I could gaze at this lake
For hours
And it would let me
Saying nothing but how
All is right
In both worlds
Friday, March 12, 2010
Poems from my Poetry class
HAIKU WA II DESU NE
A shivering cool
Window open, frost and snow
Under four blankets
Chirp and squeak, bubble
Cold run off swims and bright baths
The sun comes again
Trudge blazing sweating
Frisbee played amidst the best
My freckles explode
The silence before
Sleep takes over, dull, but sweet
Moving from into
How to Speak To Your Garden Variety Visiting (Not Invading) Extra Terrestrial Being Capable of Understanding English or Other Forms of Earthen Language
The first thing to do, as with any guest, is offer them something to eat
Unless you’re worried YOU may be a potential choice
Then simply offer them water, or maybe a diet coke
You know, something safe and slightly non-committal
Do ask them where they are from
What the weather is like
The composition of their atmosphere
What the opposite sex or sexes from their planet are like
As pertains to their preference
You might ask what they want to know about Earth
Unless they have studied us for some time
Then you can leave that question out
If they tell you something you don’t like, keep it to yourself
Nod and agree with everything they say
You can complain to your friends later
Do tell them that the feature that stands out the most looks simply elegant
Ask who does their tentacles, and compliment their shape
And how long they are
Let them know that you think four arms is the only way to go
And of course you’d be happier with a dorsal horn
Do NOT tell them you come in peace
Tell them you come in cars or bicycles
You know, the classic ice-breaker joke
If they are as smart as they should be
They’ll appreciate it
Accept a tour of their ship
But not a ride
Unless it’s a joy ride
Make sure to inquire as to the Ph balance
Of any drink they might offer
But make it sound like a question of interest
You don’t want to offend
If they compliment any Earth technology
Walk softly
It’s hard to tell if an alien is being sarcastic
But if it seems like they’re not
Wave a hand, and tell them it’s not that great
Say it must be much less advanced than what they have
Finally, say farewell in the manner they do
No matter how uncomfortable
It may make certain sensitive areas of your body
Wave, smile and wish them a safe trip
Come back soon!
Don’t forget to write!
And you’ll finally be off the hook
My Green Hoodie:
My green Malibu hoodie
Is gone
Forever somewhere else
Lost in time
Perhaps sucked into a portal
Now worn
Enjoyed and loved
By some alternate-Earth Kevin
With perfect eyesight
A bit shorter
Without a sister
Actually done with college
My hoodie
Was a blanket of sorts
Toasty and protective
Shimmering armor
Great for battling Tucson winters
Never even close
To acceptable
For a Wyoming Spring
This hoodie
Stolen from Wal-Mart
In youthful destruction
Never regretted
A perfect pilfered prize
Saturated
At times
With cigarette and pot smoke
The scent of a woman
Man, both
Or sweat and beer
My hoodie was debated upon
Hated occasionally
“Take it off!”
“Throw it away!”
Ripped and faded
Multiple thumb holes
Destroyed and re-made
My hoodie meant
Worlds
And now not much at all
I have a new one
Have had others
Will have more
But that fucking hoodie
Was one in a million
A shivering cool
Window open, frost and snow
Under four blankets
Chirp and squeak, bubble
Cold run off swims and bright baths
The sun comes again
Trudge blazing sweating
Frisbee played amidst the best
My freckles explode
The silence before
Sleep takes over, dull, but sweet
Moving from into
How to Speak To Your Garden Variety Visiting (Not Invading) Extra Terrestrial Being Capable of Understanding English or Other Forms of Earthen Language
The first thing to do, as with any guest, is offer them something to eat
Unless you’re worried YOU may be a potential choice
Then simply offer them water, or maybe a diet coke
You know, something safe and slightly non-committal
Do ask them where they are from
What the weather is like
The composition of their atmosphere
What the opposite sex or sexes from their planet are like
As pertains to their preference
You might ask what they want to know about Earth
Unless they have studied us for some time
Then you can leave that question out
If they tell you something you don’t like, keep it to yourself
Nod and agree with everything they say
You can complain to your friends later
Do tell them that the feature that stands out the most looks simply elegant
Ask who does their tentacles, and compliment their shape
And how long they are
Let them know that you think four arms is the only way to go
And of course you’d be happier with a dorsal horn
Do NOT tell them you come in peace
Tell them you come in cars or bicycles
You know, the classic ice-breaker joke
If they are as smart as they should be
They’ll appreciate it
Accept a tour of their ship
But not a ride
Unless it’s a joy ride
Make sure to inquire as to the Ph balance
Of any drink they might offer
But make it sound like a question of interest
You don’t want to offend
If they compliment any Earth technology
Walk softly
It’s hard to tell if an alien is being sarcastic
But if it seems like they’re not
Wave a hand, and tell them it’s not that great
Say it must be much less advanced than what they have
Finally, say farewell in the manner they do
No matter how uncomfortable
It may make certain sensitive areas of your body
Wave, smile and wish them a safe trip
Come back soon!
Don’t forget to write!
And you’ll finally be off the hook
My Green Hoodie:
My green Malibu hoodie
Is gone
Forever somewhere else
Lost in time
Perhaps sucked into a portal
Now worn
Enjoyed and loved
By some alternate-Earth Kevin
With perfect eyesight
A bit shorter
Without a sister
Actually done with college
My hoodie
Was a blanket of sorts
Toasty and protective
Shimmering armor
Great for battling Tucson winters
Never even close
To acceptable
For a Wyoming Spring
This hoodie
Stolen from Wal-Mart
In youthful destruction
Never regretted
A perfect pilfered prize
Saturated
At times
With cigarette and pot smoke
The scent of a woman
Man, both
Or sweat and beer
My hoodie was debated upon
Hated occasionally
“Take it off!”
“Throw it away!”
Ripped and faded
Multiple thumb holes
Destroyed and re-made
My hoodie meant
Worlds
And now not much at all
I have a new one
Have had others
Will have more
But that fucking hoodie
Was one in a million
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thoughts on "POWER".
I had just read about 4 articles in a row that threw the true state of our nation into sharp relief. That's where this poem came from. Hope you like it! Let me know!
POWER
POWER
A grinding
Surly muttering and grumble
A slow mechanical breaking
Gears, pistons
Misfire
Allowing oil
Precious precious oil
To seep and stew and simmer
Evaporating
Falling where it cannot be
Reduced
Reused
Or recycled
A stark and emaciated end
Rotting abandoned fetus
That was once something
That was once tangible
That was once human
That laughed and sang
And clichéd its ass off
No more
An absolute and depressing ideal
Never again hope or hope or hope
But despair
One of the seven children weeping
Almost bitterly, but freely
New found in this old place
Open to the blunt, sharp, and even soft
Yes
A megaton of prospects
A gigabyte of information
15,000 km/second
Careening through this contemporary world
This fashionable babe needs no bottle
Binky, diaper, or otherwise
A self-sustaining new born
So much more advanced
Than the society that claims to protect it
A college-educated adult
Fully formed and bursting
Promise
Fatigue
Drive
Yet it smells of death
Of side-of-the-road detritus
A blistering stench
So debilitating
A hallucination-causing odor waft
You can see inside
See inside and glimpse its potential
You see nothing
NOTHING
A watery vapor thuds
With what could almost be called
A heart beat
It isn’t.
IT IS NOT
Incapable of existing
It flits, never seen, but leaving behind
Traces of its putridity
Eyes and moths water
At the nauseating
And the power
What it wants and what it gives
Always at a price is power
Power
Power
POWER
Always at a price
A grinding
Surly muttering and grumble
A slow mechanical breaking
Gears, pistons
Misfire
Allowing oil
Precious precious oil
To seep and stew and simmer
Evaporating
Falling where it cannot be
Reduced
Reused
Or recycled
A stark and emaciated end
Rotting abandoned fetus
That was once something
That was once tangible
That was once human
That laughed and sang
And clichéd its ass off
No more
An absolute and depressing ideal
Never again hope or hope or hope
But despair
One of the seven children weeping
Almost bitterly, but freely
New found in this old place
Open to the blunt, sharp, and even soft
Yes
A megaton of prospects
A gigabyte of information
15,000 km/second
Careening through this contemporary world
This fashionable babe needs no bottle
Binky, diaper, or otherwise
A self-sustaining new born
So much more advanced
Than the society that claims to protect it
A college-educated adult
Fully formed and bursting
Promise
Fatigue
Drive
Yet it smells of death
Of side-of-the-road detritus
A blistering stench
So debilitating
A hallucination-causing odor waft
You can see inside
See inside and glimpse its potential
You see nothing
NOTHING
A watery vapor thuds
With what could almost be called
A heart beat
It isn’t.
IT IS NOT
Incapable of existing
It flits, never seen, but leaving behind
Traces of its putridity
Eyes and moths water
At the nauseating
And the power
What it wants and what it gives
Always at a price is power
Power
Power
POWER
Always at a price
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Legend's in the Telling
The Legend’s in the Telling
An I am Legend Rap by Timothy Beebe and Kevin Shay
(In the style of Will Smith)
(INTRO) Woo! Uh ha ha! Say what a say ha! Yeah! Woo! Say what what a say ha! Ha ha! (X2)
This ain’t the Willenium
It’s the Willpocalypse
And I was left behind
To fix and stop all a dis
With my faithful dog, Sam
Wading through the detritus
Of destruction and mayhem
Cause of a super wack virus
Get the low down
Don’t go out in the night
Or get yo’ ass underground
It’s also safe in the light
I know I’m just wishing
I had powers like Hancock
Lee Jones at my side
Or Hayek in her frock
And I don’t have the gadgets
Like I did in M-I-B
And Heston might be tough
But he ain’t got nothin’ on me
Most times in my lab
I just think and just sit
Nobody to hold
No one to get jiggy wit’
HOOK:
And I am a legend
But not like Bagger Vance
Doomed to walk alone
Not a paid gig, just freelance
And I may not be Hellsing
Or Summers or Blake
But I can take ‘em on
Without a cross or a stake
I’ve been upgraded prom prince
I’m like the king of this place
From Bel Air to New York
Y’all will remember this face
Now Bob is in the thick of it
Taming the East
Doctor Neville will triumph
Over these superfluous beasts
A scientist like Goldblum
And I’m reversing this race
Got to have independence
Y’all we need to save face
This president can’t be Paxton
Cause I don’t see no help
No one’s comin’ for me
I got to do this myself
In pursuit of some happiness
Wish Lawrence was with me
With two ragin’ bad boys
We would own up on this city
Yet my name’s not Muhammed
And I don’t gain to profit
I might have to burn it down
Gas and a spark lit
(HOOK)
There’s no more Miami
In the summertime
But we will overcome
Believe just that one line
So if you hear me
From somewhere out there
I’m trying to help
Now please swallow that fear
Now that I’m a parent
I can understand
The need to fight the night
Draw a line in the sand
So to finally conclude
I, Doctor am just it
No cavalry of soldiers
A dog, gun and my own wit
As a sole survivor
Sure I’m in high demand
And not even Jazzy
Is here to lend a hand (echoes…)
Stay real, New York
Don’t worry
Daddy’s got you
Peace
fin
An I am Legend Rap by Timothy Beebe and Kevin Shay
(In the style of Will Smith)
(INTRO) Woo! Uh ha ha! Say what a say ha! Yeah! Woo! Say what what a say ha! Ha ha! (X2)
This ain’t the Willenium
It’s the Willpocalypse
And I was left behind
To fix and stop all a dis
With my faithful dog, Sam
Wading through the detritus
Of destruction and mayhem
Cause of a super wack virus
Get the low down
Don’t go out in the night
Or get yo’ ass underground
It’s also safe in the light
I know I’m just wishing
I had powers like Hancock
Lee Jones at my side
Or Hayek in her frock
And I don’t have the gadgets
Like I did in M-I-B
And Heston might be tough
But he ain’t got nothin’ on me
Most times in my lab
I just think and just sit
Nobody to hold
No one to get jiggy wit’
HOOK:
And I am a legend
But not like Bagger Vance
Doomed to walk alone
Not a paid gig, just freelance
And I may not be Hellsing
Or Summers or Blake
But I can take ‘em on
Without a cross or a stake
I’ve been upgraded prom prince
I’m like the king of this place
From Bel Air to New York
Y’all will remember this face
Now Bob is in the thick of it
Taming the East
Doctor Neville will triumph
Over these superfluous beasts
A scientist like Goldblum
And I’m reversing this race
Got to have independence
Y’all we need to save face
This president can’t be Paxton
Cause I don’t see no help
No one’s comin’ for me
I got to do this myself
In pursuit of some happiness
Wish Lawrence was with me
With two ragin’ bad boys
We would own up on this city
Yet my name’s not Muhammed
And I don’t gain to profit
I might have to burn it down
Gas and a spark lit
(HOOK)
There’s no more Miami
In the summertime
But we will overcome
Believe just that one line
So if you hear me
From somewhere out there
I’m trying to help
Now please swallow that fear
Now that I’m a parent
I can understand
The need to fight the night
Draw a line in the sand
So to finally conclude
I, Doctor am just it
No cavalry of soldiers
A dog, gun and my own wit
As a sole survivor
Sure I’m in high demand
And not even Jazzy
Is here to lend a hand (echoes…)
Stay real, New York
Don’t worry
Daddy’s got you
Peace
fin
Friday, October 23, 2009
Brain
Brain
A brain
A brain of almost unlimited capacity
Retention and reaction and rhyme
Of stunning realizations and hypotheses
It tries so hard to figure it all out
Wondering and dissecting
Pulling, tearing into what shouldn’t be
Holding back rarely
Probing into vast fields of pretty scary shit
Linking and tying the unrelated
Not even seeking the outside opinion
The rational mostly
Yet undecided and ridiculous
Not willing to attempt to bring itself
To the conclusion that is true and just
In constant miscommunication with the world outside
People
Things
It’s should-be partner the heart
Oh how this muscle shakes its non-existent head
Feeling sorry for such wanton disregard
For feeling
For basic emotion and need
No thank you, says the heart
I prefer to let it into me
Instead of keeping it out
Silly gray matter
They cannot agree on their own
So they must be made to
Forcefully, but gently and lovingly
Compromise
Heart, meet head
There needs to be a middle ground here
That area is me
When I speak or touch
I need both of you
The push and pull
Like the tides, but inside
Where an unbalance could cause
Too much damage
And has
And probably will again
So trust
Work together and never against
And you won’t kill me
Please
A brain
A brain of almost unlimited capacity
Retention and reaction and rhyme
Of stunning realizations and hypotheses
It tries so hard to figure it all out
Wondering and dissecting
Pulling, tearing into what shouldn’t be
Holding back rarely
Probing into vast fields of pretty scary shit
Linking and tying the unrelated
Not even seeking the outside opinion
The rational mostly
Yet undecided and ridiculous
Not willing to attempt to bring itself
To the conclusion that is true and just
In constant miscommunication with the world outside
People
Things
It’s should-be partner the heart
Oh how this muscle shakes its non-existent head
Feeling sorry for such wanton disregard
For feeling
For basic emotion and need
No thank you, says the heart
I prefer to let it into me
Instead of keeping it out
Silly gray matter
They cannot agree on their own
So they must be made to
Forcefully, but gently and lovingly
Compromise
Heart, meet head
There needs to be a middle ground here
That area is me
When I speak or touch
I need both of you
The push and pull
Like the tides, but inside
Where an unbalance could cause
Too much damage
And has
And probably will again
So trust
Work together and never against
And you won’t kill me
Please
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