Poemotion Innocence Page 2
The dumb man with a
Metal plate in his head
MUSICAL COMMUNICATION
Newspaper, television, radio
Telegraph, telephone, tell a woman
Communication
Thoughts, dreams, wishes
Complaints, agonies, pains
Music
Love, peace, happiness
Power, war, hunger
Communication through music
Communication the power
Music the tool
Development of nations
Development of people
Development of ideas and feelings
Musical communication
PRODUCTION
I stand here staring out a window
Listening to Metallica; speed metal
I see people walk, drive, run by
Lights made by people glow everywhere
Buildings built by people stand strong and tall
Clouds fill the sky; polluted by these people
Mounds of soil are scattered about,
They are a necessity of construction
Which is done by… people
So many people
Building so many things
Entertainment, Shelter, Transportation
Businesses, etcetera
Easy does it people!
Do not suffer nor die
In the production you prize!
THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
A manual valve refusing to move
An automatic valve won’t open
Pumps screeching to a dead halt
No fuel remains
Automobiles give way to horse and buggy
Axes and manual saws take over chainsaws
Dark, sooty pollution emerges
Where filtered white pollution once came
The old world from the new
The new world never to return
Leaving behind all remnants of the civilized
A civilization from the old
Entropy taking over where Newtonian failed
Quantum, Relativity in a way becoming truth
Gold, Bronze, Steel; all ages of man
Gold, Bronze, Steel; a cycle never ending
Chaos born from dependence
Dependence man’s downfall
The end of the world as we know it
A world in the ashes to be explored
Love, peace, happiness; all in hope
Hope from fear; fear of the unexplainable
Philosophy strives, unable to conquer
Simply enough, a new beginning
A DREAM: TO CHASE OR NOT TO CHASE?
“Where on this grand earth
am I?”
“You’re not on earth,
you’re in a dream, my SON
“Well old man…
Where is IT?
“There it is boy! Don’t waste time!
Go get the THING!”
Somewhat brief and abstract…
But not a LIE
But now... It is dark as an abyss
Or bright as the afternoon SUN?
All I know is that …
I have to chase IT.
Listen boy!
You mustn’t worry nor CRY!
Just chase the dream
And have some FUN.
And you needn’t fret
If it bites a BIT.
And when you fall
It will always lend you PADDING.
“Old man… you needn’t bother yourself
With the swelling of my EYE.
When a dream laughs
I never act DUMB.
And I don’t worry about bites
Nor a little HIT.
Neither do I trouble myself
With FALLING.”
Then my son.. Why stall…
If I may PRY?
“Old man, I never enter the unexplored
At a savage Run.”
“But this is only a dream…
I think you’re scared of IT!
“ I give warning old man.. Do not try to induce
Or vex me into SOMETHING!”
I was only trying to help…
It can’t hurt to TRY
And if you were smart
You’d go get that dream, my SON.
You might possibly have danger or happiness
Or neither and here you’ll SIT.
This may be the greatest or the worst
Or it may remain NOTHING.
“Old man, in my pursuit of this dream.
If I may DIE…..
You must swear that in my procession
You will beat the DRUM!
As for my coffin…
You will bury IT!
And to the dream …
You will chase the THING!”
So you will go boy!
Then I say GOODBYE!
“Yes I am off…
But pray it is as the SUN.
Pray it does not bite…
For I actually loathe to be BIT.
And pray it has a tickle…
Not a STING.
I will be back, old man.
And we’ll talk… you and I”
“Yes! Now go!
Go have some FUN!
Enjoy your youth
To its fullest LIMITS!
Goodbye by son!
Don’t worry yourself a THING!
So here I’m off.
Praying not to DIE.
Knowing I may be killed.
But still off I RUN.
I know danger may be this dream…
But I wish happiness be IT.
And whether I worry or not, I still know
that danger is better than NOTHING…
SING THE BLUES
A long time ago
Man had a chance
To play with life
And have some romance
But now
That time is gone
And here I stand
So all alone
All I have to ask
Is one favor
You can do it or not
It doesn’t really matter
But if you would
I mean, if you could
Sing the Blues for me
Sing of what makes you feel free
Sing the Blues out loud
Sing of what makes you proud
Sing them for me
And I swear
They will remain
In my heart for eternity
TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP
So peaceful
The words you say
“The latter things are full
Why can’t you stay?”
While you’re asleep
You talk what appears nonsense
But in writing, what you say I shall keep
Perhaps they’ll make me a few cents
“Please, please don’t go
I’ll give you anything
I’ll take care of you in rain or snow
Why are you leaving? Was it I who did something
To Hell with you then
I don’t care if you ever some back again!”
Such violence you can show
In the morning I shall let you know
“There’s a dragon out there
Wait! I’ll get him!
Watch out! He’s out of his Lair!
Blast him! Blast him!
What can you possibly be dreaming?
What is it that runs wild in your mind?
Perhaps it is your daily scheming
Emerging a little at a time?
You roll over frantically
Now you say no more
Perhaps now you will sleep peacefully
Having, to the outside, shut the door.
A JOGGERS NIGHTMARE
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sp; Coming in from the chilled air
My body stiff with frozen sweat
I stumble over to the radiator
Then my strongest fears spring alive
The radiator is throwing me a sheet of frozen air
I struggle over to the thermostat
Adjusting it from the mere 10 degrees to a comfortable 75
I then, anticipating heat, crawl to the vent
Almost to the life supporting system ahead
I collapse, stretching my arm to reach life
My hand barely makes contact
Just as I sink into sub-consciousness
The radiator then kicks out a wave of heat
Moments later, my hand thaws from white to pink
Sub-consciousness disappears as I awaken
I struggle to my feet and peel out of the
Frost engulfed heap of clothes
My body slowly springs to life once more
Only for me to repeat the act tomorrow
FOOLISH SACRIFICES
Children playing in the streets
The beast speeds onward
Parents look on in awe
Crimson pavement from the sacrifice
The steel beast controlled by a man
The man controlled by nothing
From an inebriating drug
He loses all inhibitions
He is unable to control the beast
The result is a sacrifice
To a superficial God
A God of deceit, hatred, pain and darkness
Laws that are, it seems never enforced
So the sacrifices continue endlessly
Killing the children of the future
Children that can no longer be children
But only foolish sacrifices to a dark god
WAITING AT THE AIRPORT
Elevator Music!
So unrewarding
The least they could do
Is have Ozzy Osbourne singing
Tranquil music
This makes me sick
I want to curl up in a heep
And just fall fast asleep
Then I would miss my plane
Oh!! That would prove to be a pain!
Maybe I should eat some spaghetti
And perhaps consume another beer
I know the time to depart
Must be drawing near
What time could it possibly be?
I am almost wanting to leave
A RAINY DAY IN MY CAR
A car and truck
They pass me by
They don’t give a fuck
I wish I were high.
What kind of poem can this be?
I don’t know… nor care
But I really must pee
Because of the light, I don’t yet dare
Sitting in the rain
Getting wetter and wetter
It’s really such a pain
Perhaps I’ll throw on a sweater
To myself I will converse
For my car nor the clouds will speak
To insanity my mind may transverse
Not yet!… I’m not at my peak…
Contemplating the ways of life
Wondering when I shall marry
Who to take as a wife
To be honest, it’s all quite scary!
Ahead, I stare at a brick wall
It stands ancient, yet proudly
Why am I short.. Not tall
Nonetheless, I’m stout and never cowardly!
My car isn’t fast and it is quite dirty
I have no music from its console to hear
Yet it runs and is quite sturdy
So from my eyes will not come a tear.
Just another rainy day
Far from home
Should I go, or should I stay
I really hate to be alone
I’ll just sit in my car
Allowing the raindrops to fall
Knowing my friend cannot be far
I wish he would’ve answered the phone
THE PARK
While walking through the park
I notice these things
Wondering exactly
What each of them mean
An old man sitting on a bench
Reading a paper
A couple of small town hoods
Think-up a caper
An old lady with a cart
She’s dressed like a hag
A little girl in tights
She’s carrying a shopping bag
A little boy running
Stumbles, then falls
An infant of about one
Trying to walk from a crawl
The leaves fall from the trees
Oh so freely
The bums sleeping under them
Why must they be needy?
All of which I see
Still remains unknown
Until I find out
I’ll just keep walking home
ONE MAN’S LIFE AS A TREE
Picture if you will…
A field filled with daises
Violets and…
Forget-me-nots
Amongst which is…
A Tree…
Oak… no Doubt
This Single tree
Standing firmly in the middle
Of this Vast Field
Within this Tree…
Nests a Sparrow…
And a Raccoon
On the Side
Of the Tree
There are
Signs
Of where a Bear
Might have scratched
An itch
On the opposite Side
Is what appears to be
Signs
Of where a Massive Buck
Rubbed His horns
This tree…
Is extremely
Large
For this area
So Large, in fact…
That One
Could swear
That It
Had been there
From the
Beginning of Time
A tree…
That has endured
Thousands
Of years of
Torture…
Whether Erosion
(wind or rain)
Or
Disease
A tree…
That springs forth
Huge leaves
That could easily
Cover a Small Child
A tree…
That offers
Shelter
Food
And a Tool
To all Creatures
A tree…
That is
Truly great
And will endure
For eternity
A tree…
That IS
Despite the fact that…
Envious outside factors
Will always attempt to
End Its Life.
KITTY CAT CLOUDY DAY
A tiny, black kitten found in the alley
Brought inside for comfort and pet
Fed only the finest canned food
The kitten grows to full size
Playing endlessly with anything in site
Growing hungry
Time speculatively spent on the roof
Clawing at passerby avians
Growing ever more hungry
A window opened then carelessly closed
The cat inescapably on the roof
Hunches, springs, stretches
His prey clutched in an iron-clawed grip
Two stories down, waste for his fall
An alley cat to become
Searching the park during daylight
Investigating alleys in the moonlight
Little did he figure stumbling into a fight.
DEMOCRACY?
Tear down the Wall!
Totalitarians are
whom we Call
Freedom must be for humans All
Communism inevitably did Fall
Democracy in itself is not Freedom
Peace and love must also be our Guerdon
From mind, heart, and spirit it does come
Amiable movements forever we shall condone
Despots such as Ceacesceu did not receive pardon
The world united shall become our Home
Albania, Cuba, China: together, yet Alone
Freedom and peace go hand in hand
The people of the world finally took a stand
The realization that nations aren’t only land
The world shall one day become a paradise for all man
We shall share all culture under one doctrine
First… let us all, every man. Awaken!
OCTAV
Octave won the prize!!
Tears of joy flow from my eyes
He’s a hero in my world
For, corruption and poverty
He set down in poetic words
He is a poet, somewhat like I
For the worlds misgivings, he did not cry
Events into words
He gave a twirl
He told the truth when others would lie
Sir Octave, a hearty salute extends from I
Of your poems I read not a word
But from a journalists view I had heard
That you had won the noblest prize
It was from a poets heart, the Greatness I spied
SALMAN
A chronicle: Stars and Stripes
Khomeni, a self-imposed reviver of the Islamists
A writer of fiction: this prey he makes
Salman never anticipated the height of the stakes
A cognate people
Fanatically tries to cripple
Satanic Verses they must expel
Rushdie suppressed in his citadel
The Council meets in Saudi
It makes not, the league weep
The free world shall never sleep
As long as we have men like Rushdie
The illiterate think they rule
But they have not the tool
They shall never make us bow
Freedom will forever remain our sine qua non
Ayatollah’s world condemns
Rushdie’s world nonetheless remains
The Imam’s world shall endlessly seek revenge
As long as Shakespearians refuse to amend
We of the free teach peace
We care; thus we shall play for keeps
The totalitarian Imam preaches war
Evidently; our children shan’t get far…
ME NOMBRE ES ROBERTO
I am here to stay
I cannot be taken away
Who, you ask am I?
Me nombre es Roberto!
I am exhausted of Politics
I wish to regurgitate worldly thoughts