Archive for Poetry

“No, I’m not OK”

Posted in darkness, despair, Poetry, vice with tags , , , , , on June 11, 2011 by drevolutionary1

Vodka to wash away the sorrows
Good dick to cure the loneliness
Greasy vittles provide a high
Eyes bloodshot and full of pain

48 waking hours with no rest
The vices are strong
And sooth the wretch
But only for a moment

Thought about writing that note
But not tonight, naw not tonight
Hopefully not ever
Please slap me if I do…

But I can’t look in the mirror
I’m afraid of what I’ll see
That denial feeds my addictions
And prevents alacrity

Trapped I am
And trapped I will be
Like the mouse in the maze
Am I smart enough to break free?

Shit… Shit!
My life’s always been so…
Contained
And decent… planned…

It’s tempting to fuck it up
To sabotage a good thing
Watch the wreckage
Like something you saw on I-95

I want to submit to the darkness
For a change…
No rage against the dying of the light
On the contrary

A sense of decency reels me in
Now and again
But somehow I always wind up
Back here in this place

This place I don’t want to be
But am
And I try to deal
And smile and say, “I’m OK”

But inside
I’m really NOT fucking OK
I’ve swallowed gasoline
And someone’s threw a match my way

conflagration

Posted in Poetry, Sex, Sexuality with tags , , , , , , on October 31, 2010 by drevolutionary1

temper the fire that burns within
it makes me a mad man
burns my flesh day out and day in

as it consumes me, I lose control
the fire commands me
to connect with my soul?

untamed, it dances white and hot
it requires quenching
so who is the next victim?

the pain is searing
intensified when it’s on top
please I beg, please make it stop

flames threaten to smother
and I enjoy every moment
melt me down to my bones

how to temper the fire?
quell its irresistible blaze
stave off asphyxiation from the haze…

Soul Man

Posted in Love, nature, Poetry with tags , , , , on March 16, 2010 by drevolutionary1

Soul Man, you the 1 that make me jam
Yea… the rhythm of you and me—man 2 man
Meet me by the tree at 3
Come, bring your drum—you who I been waitin’ 4
A beat so sweet it travel down the street
B it slow or B it fast
C, I just wanna make it last
So fresh, so DEF—so fresh, so DEF…

Out Of The Woods…

Posted in Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 5, 2010 by drevolutionary1

am i out of the woods?
dealing
with
men and their woods?
everything they do to get the goods?
all the wannabe thugs and hoods?

am i out of the woods?
immune
to
heartbreak
unbearable heartache
and i realize all that’s at steak…

am i out of the woods?
when it comes to
doubting myself
building my self-worth above all else
recognizing my inner wealth

am i out of the woods?
safe
from
youthful naïveté
the “he say, she say”
the games adults play

am i out of the woods?
over
contemplating
life’s mystery
the universe’s beauty and complexity
what my future holds in store for me

am i out of the woods?
i’ll look to my elders
pick up their maps
take note of their tracks
make my own path too
and never look back

on the couch next to you…

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , on April 29, 2009 by drevolutionary1

I rub ice cubes on your body
a delicate frosty kiss
because it’s hot

sweat beads cause us to glisten
i would give anything
for this sweet humid haze

in your lap
I find it so much more pleasing
than wintertime firesides roasting

an independent flick plays
subtitles flash
but you have my attention
and I relish this moment

cocktails on the glass coffee table
where water marks reside
and then the inoperable A/C

damn that landlord
damn him to hell
and dance on his doorstep

now a cool bath
to absorb the heat
and please our spirits

summer taunts us
as spring ends
no showers so lets hope
sprinklers suffice

una poema para el inseguro

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 7, 2009 by drevolutionary1

Yo sé que tú ya no sabes
Estás inseguro como te sientas
Inseguro que yo sea lo que quieres

Pero, debes saber

Si te amara, yo te amaría sin limite
Una fusión de alma y corazón
Me sentiría que todo tiene razon

Si me quisieras, volaríamos—¡apurate!
Ven a mis brazos, no hay dolor
Abrázame, siente mi calor

poe-tato, po-tawto

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on January 7, 2009 by drevolutionary1

I call it opportunity
you call it calamity
am I misguided
or are you too certain?

convexity, concavity
bend to my reality
events put together
in a subjective fashion

the puzzle solved, yet unsolved
life is a perilous journey all embark
who knows what lies ahead
for we know what lies behind