Tallnfrosty

This poem starts with a trigger warning for everything you hate All the horrible historical problems that've brought our world to its sorry state And while I hold some small hope that when it’s over, a few might relate I stand here, a straight, white man, fully aware of the harsh reality I know that most of you are already pretty goddamned sick of me a few seconds in Have no patience or interest in my personal story or where I’ve been I mean, we’ve all studied and seen the old white men who used to be poetry Shakespeare, Coleridge, Yeats, and Shelley They’re dead because we’ve studied them to death Well, that alo

Humans being Urge towards form Building little hives Dancing for each other We are all abuzz In flurries of life In mountains of light Trying to stay alive Our jittering dance Our ridiculous eyes All movement Without sight.

Be strong with me And we will share This warm dark earth This scented air Stand tall with me And spend this time Though you have yours And I have mine They will both end Without a doubt Our flames will die Sputter out But stand with me All on your own Be my equal So we can live Alone together Together alone This place has always Been our home.

A boxer lies beneath these bones A fighter in the core He trained himself inside of me Beat guts until his knuckles tore Teeth gritted hard throughout the task Of honing his rough craft He's smashed his bloody fists to stone His rugged face a vicious mask The words "You cannot hide me here!" They echo in his cage As he hammers in my chest All pain and scars and rage But though he has been broken down And loses now and then To those who are more skillful fighters My old lovers My old friends He pushes me into each day His breath a beating drum "That all you got?" he spits and growls "Keep fighting til we're done."

Generations Their dreams evaporated Into a great dark cloud It looms overhead A forboding reminder Witholding deliverance This draught has drained us of What it means to have worth So we do a shuck-and-jive rain dance Shuffling our feet At the doorstep of wealth Sending summaries of ourselves Notice us Give us chances Carry on these foolish dances Hoping for the floods Hoping for a cleansing Hoping to live once more Wash us away Let us be baptized Born again in the rush Like faithful in a river Wishing for better times We stand quietly in go-nowhere lines And the skies cannot hold These failed and broken lives They must return to eart

Hearts are wild horses which must be broken Bridled Reined in Cannot be taken into battle skittish The danger of being thrown Too great a risk Old kings died that way Necks snapped backs in the dirt Ruined majesty Bucked off Betrayed So learn this lesson smash the will Break to purpose that which will carry you Make it serve your needs It knows no better It knows what it's taught.

The bird flies because the air in her lungs sings it so She sees the world as a dancer All music and movement Does not wish for stillness But the mountain stands listening to songs he cannot sing A fixed point crushed by time heavy in his stone He does not know the joy of flight of movement of freedom Only the feeling of bedrock holding him in place The little bird sings and flies beyond his peak A winged smile bulding a nest that will not last the winter months.

You'll find me at the waters' edge Ankle-deep in the wash Staring out across the chop At something I can't touch We make our choices Live our lives While others pull back As the tides Leaving but debris. The wind dies The waves sigh Salty air Seabirds' cries I have seen oceans They cannot be crossed Alone.

Give me a little piece of the wild Yeats' hut near Innisfree Give me wind through fragrant pines Away from blackened, dingy streets A quiet lake where water stills Mirror-calm in misty dawns And I will open my heart again As I did when I was young This land is broad and much still lives Beyond the pavement and the lights In peaceful places far away Where stars still shine in dead of night Where one can hear the sound of loons Lonely trills in closing dark And feel the pulse and breath of trees By pressing palm to bark So when my patience grows too thin With all this pomp and artifice And I'm no longer where I've been Away, all silenc

Everywhere, a howl is echoing. We hear it bouncing from building to building to blackened asphalt that cuts us apart with cars but we are mostly palming our ears muttering about pop-stars embarrassing us All these souls waiting to become in the dark nothing while shouting from helpful mouths from the cavemouth off the walls is drowned out by the soundtrack of these shades all dances while we sit afraid of being alone We would need to be first but cinema got us too early nothing now but other peoples' thoughts that we watch through nonexistent nobodies but we don't care if you tell us a story We have forgotten how to tell them to ourselves