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irrerevant^hayllow
wry bred
a porous sky
beneath an arc
of arm
sweet upon
the spread
like sunshine
on golden
intentions
like winter lending
fortunes clouds
to scape away
the plans
of whims and
ends
and nocturnal
blessed eyes
filled with skies
like points
of ponderance
in a haste
crush rush
behind the veil
of conciousness
and the birds
wait
on the lawn
forgotten
with the crusts
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Comments
Esker
Fri, 2014-06-20 04:31
now is time to live......
its like this...laptop is old....
like a broken ass typewriter
under a forty watt bulb
because who can pay for
the hydro....like writers with candles
in their time...ink and pen
the quiet times while the house
slept...
there are ads galore
and pop up-s....i have just lost
in two days two beautiful
flowing poems...
i let it go...
the random..my arms in the air
feeling more realness sinking in
i went over how i lost the first two
and quickly....saw the errors..
the laptop has a touchpad i used
my finger and thumb with..
sliding the mouse....its hard.
the real electronic physical
mouse i can snap about
learning from the library because
time is so precious and im there
and got as many windows with
music overlapped and sites
linked to sites...and the random
crazy clatter bent over the
machines...no wnder they dont
luike me..
and now this..microsofts
ends...like losing neopoet the first
time around
im old and fast..been hustling
in speed lately the changes hitting
fast
so i made it ...this poem
jerky and rushed
the first
under fire
works
i feel more and more like a more realer poet
Esker
Fri, 2014-06-20 04:37
i dont hustle speed...
maybe im thinking this..the way i look....i write
to say....im hustling..under speed..
im moving fast in haste now..
before it was hours and minutes to
crank out the poetry
no pop ups jamming windows
open....a page lost forever
by agressive ads..
much like a stock trading floor
hunting
pursuing
im flippant and luxury ridden
the world is changing
and im losing it
losing the its i had
like as in
i once had it..but it went away
traded away..sold away
a muse....want to shrug
say ...its no mind...
keep on drivin g driver
and the halo
i wanted to write....hai..
or hia...but that would
be like siagon
and the other haw..ee
hollow was what i
was aiming for...
an emptiness
that the random mystery
filled
a miracle
of plans
eightmenout
Fri, 2014-06-20 16:00
it's complicated
it's complicated
this race we run
against who? for what reason?
losing time like
it's a penny in the couch
thinking it will be worth something
if we can find it again
just to realize it is
as it was before
and we are no closer to winning
just closer to losing
as we hurry ourselves along
at the pace of technology
2x, 3x, 4x
hungry, starving in fact
hunger pains as we pull
into the realm
of our distorted reality
and write our names down
on a waiting list to die
there is no need for angst
lost words I have had many
but not by ads or clicks
or
someone else prying my letters apart
with a keyboard 3,000 miles away
or in NYC
or in the house down the street
just for the sake of being board
and placing their own name
on the list
I use ink and a lamp as often as I can
except when I write freestyle like this
they say if you put it on the internet
it's out there forever
but I feel so much closer
to the end of the line
when I can pick up that paper
and save a moment in time
Scott
Esker
Sun, 2014-06-29 19:23
summer sturm
i like summer..anonymity
invisible
divisible
long grasses and activity
the overlap of paths
and routes..
the sky alive with clouds
birds and aircraft
a quite
suffusion
with all the lush
the dry dust
words...
meaning..
history is a tomb
we move about in
acting routines
speaking spells
filling in wells
the love of it
the romance
of how fast
we build up
and tear down
pull up the rails
life...
life
live...
eightmenout
Tue, 2014-07-01 23:19
Always
had a problem
with
living
never really fit in
with what i was expected to be
not that it concerned
but it did
it hurt
from time to time
that I wasn't what they wanted
me to be
but I tried
and then i didn't
because
I didn't want to
never should have tried
cause I never wanted to
just led them on
led myself on
love the shade
of summer
it hides me
feels good
with its breezes
and shadows
cooling my thoughts
of how and where
and why I should
die
or
live
who cares?
I don't
I do
yeah,
probably, I do
what does it really matter?
who does it really matter to?
in the long run
me
and me alone
so build those rails
cause my train is ready to roll
at least
I think it is
Scott