Cursed (Poemish) His heart was forged of black stone.. Cursed he was to walk alone... Defective model, he was born.. Gypsy child formed in the eye of a storm.. Black aura, like his soul.. A man you can never know.. His eyes and heart are black as coal.. Darkness follows where he goes. A lone stranger in the night.. To the world he brings a fright.. In the dark his eyes have a deadly glow.. And from his steps, a fire grows.. Cold as ice on a winters night.. Bringing darkness to the light.. A book he holds in his right hand.. A list of the souls of man.. Reap them one.. Reap them all... Every one will here the call. No one is able to withstand.. The gaze of the grim dark man. Lamar
You said (poemish) You said you don't love me That's okay you see.. Your validation is just another thing I don't need.. All your words ever did Was make me bleed.. I grew colder..With every blow.. Hard is not..The way you wanna grow.. You try to put me to the test.. It doesn't work no more..I learned from the best.. Turning off my feelings.. Is easy now.. There ain't no sweet ... On my brow.. When you go close the door.. You're not needed here no more.. I have grown into a sorta sage.. Wisdom says, turn the page... Another chapter has begun.. I'm going walking in the sun. Lamar
Time ( poemish) You can't stop the march of time.. Sure as you were born, you know you'll die.. Stumbling blindly down a line... Brittle, broken and halfway blind.. A one way street with no return.. Knowledge is great but You can never learn.. The secrets to keep on living forever.. Are you coming back, some say never.. The loss of youth, and your broken dreams.. Pain and despair and fitful screams.. Looking back, is all in vain...? Physical and emotional pain.. Scars on the surface.. Scars inside.. The results of the trauma.. You try to hide.. Lost loves, and betrayals abound.. Scattered your heart all around... Grey hairs and wrinkles, pains and aches.. You try hard to smile, but it's clearly fake.. You wonder how much more can you take. . Your patience runs thin.. Get up tomorrow.. Do it again.. Trying to relate to your fellows.. Is leaving you sore... You're becoming anti social.. And it feels like war.. Bind up your wounds.. Take your pills.. Ignore the pain.. And try not to feel. Lamar
Sometimes. Sometimes I sit and wonder.. What I could have been.. I know Sometimes I think too much.. But I always do it again.. It's not really my fault,you see.. I was born this way.. I've been crazy.. Every single day.. A defective model.. A broken toy.. A mess of problems.. In the shape of a boy.. Damaged beyond repair.. So at least they said.. Better broken I guess.. As long as I'm not dead.. Crazy is such a broad term.. It's really hard to define.. It's more complicated.. Than just missing my mind.. Nervous ticks and phobias... And relationships a mess.. Yes, it's is my fault. . I really must confess. . Bless me Father, for I have sinned.. It happens a lot, yet still I do pretend.. That I am not evil, broken and confused. . I guess I was made to be used.. Holy Mary, hear my prayers.. I only confess to put on airs.. My conscience doesn't speak to me... So Mea Culpa it must be... Lamar Ridley
Storm She was good-looking.. Far from the norm... But she thought.. She was Tempest Storm.. She really liked dancing.. To just about any tune.. But most times.. She danced in the nude.. Humming some chorus.. From some long ago show.. Long forgotten.. That nobody knows.. She drinks cheap vodka.. She drinks it straight.. She'll show you a time.. But she's a horrible date.. You'll wish you could hate her.. And you almost could.. If only.. She wasn't so good.. So here's a toast.. To the dance hall queen.. She's kinda special. . If you know what I mean. . Lamar
Here I am... poem-ish garbage (basura) Here I am again.. The worthless boy.. Born of sin... Broken spirit.. Broken mind.. Losing faith a second time.. I sit here dreaming of lust for life.. Living in a world of strife.. At war with a world that hardly knows I exist.. Raging forward with clinched fists.. Lashing out with fits of words.. Adjectives and violent verbs.. I stand alone in my defiance. . Never making an alliance.. No aid I could I find.. To break the mold or to bind.. To kindle any remorse.. Was opposed to my course.. I don't need you or anyone.. I am the lone and only one.. No love of money.. No love for power.. Solitude my fortress tower.. Now I'm old and tired.. My wrath is a little mired.. And from the war I retired.. My tour of duty, now fulfilled.. I am a little less hard willed.. Though my hands are stained with blood.. I wish I could have learned to love... And as you lay this soldier low.. These words you ought to know. . I was what I was forced to be.. And you need not mourn for me.. And if the grass Here, should refuse to grow.. Then pray for what now lies below.. Lamar Ridley Monday February 19th 2024 at 10:50 pm
Still real.( Poem ) I'm still here.. I really didn't wanna be... I tried to be you.. But I'm still just me.. Take me down from your cross.. I'm not your sacrificial lamb... I've always been the damned.. I'm not small.. But I prefer the mice.. To men... I preferred to live.. My simple life of sin.. If you remember me.. Down on the street.. Burn a candle at my feet.. Pour a drink by my headstone.. I don't wanna be alone.. Dust in the winter wind.. Up around the bend.. To the black house on the hill.. And know I kept it real.. Lamar
How did we get here? Insanity : doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result. History is studied to see what works and what doesn't. Take those lessons and apply them to future endeavors.. Build the country through beneficial use of tax dollars. Keep government spending low and invest in infrastructure. Stop lobbying Stop corporate welfare Stop corporate donations Make Representatives do their own work. Make senators do their own work. Put all politicians on what they think a living wage is for us. Strict term limits. Mandate a retirement age. If congress votes for any health policy or pay raises for any office, the average American gets the same. Stop donations to countries around the world. No retirement plan or pay after leaving office for anyone who votes to remove social security or raise the age a person can receive it. Better vetting of candidates . Prosecute any political figure that breaks the law. Do away with parties or make a multi- party system .. Arrest and prosecute any corporate leaders trying to bribe politicians. And on the issue of guns.. Mass shootings are a symptom of a much larger problem. . And is a sure sign of a broken society. . No amount of additional laws will prevent the desperation of the people from becoming violent unless you address the underlying issues.. At the same time.. reasonable restrictions to gun ownership is a positive. Hold others accountable to the prescribed standards. Lamar
malicious intent
I wandered through time…
Arriving at mine..
A time when bad is good…
I prey on the wise..
by adding some vice..
Just the way it should..
don’t ask my name…
It’s always the same…
And you knew it long ago…
In darkness I dwell..
In the place where I fell..
the earth is my throne…
There’s nothing I need..
Nothing indeed…
I can make you free….
If you desire..
put your hand in the fire..
and feel whatever you please…
Come join us here..
be free my dear…
Fear not anything…
I teach you to walk..
and teach you the talk..
And you can ear
Coincidentally
I’m just a coin-operated boy..
No one worry’s much for me..
just drop in a dime for a dance..
Maybe make cold romance..
I’ll be whatever you need..
when my timer runs out..
pass on greed..
drop in another quarter..
a little oil and water…
And you will see…
And I’ll play tricks for you..
that’s what I do..
coincidentally.. coin actually..
coin -operated dreams..
you can have me on my knees..
if you please?
Lamar
And death sat quietly in the corner of the room..
Staring silently at me as I consumed my bacon and eggs..
I reached across the table to pour another cup of coffee when he shifted slightly in his chair..
Want some? I asked, holding up the pot.
He seemed to lean in towards me, but made no sound whatsoever.. Fine, have it your way! I said as I sipped my coffee…
This was the way I had started my mornings since as long as I can remember… he was always there, but he wasn’t much for conversation… why he had come, I can’t say… and it’s clear by now that he isn’t talking…
I laid the morning pap
Today ... is the last day of the year..
the last day of a decade ...
and the first day of the rest of our lives..
2020 .. it is the year most logically to be able to see clearly ... a retrospective year of hindsight... a combination of equality as in equals 20 and 20.. combined to form the divine number 40 ... symbolic of a generation... and it is a time prophesied to be near the threshold of the age of Aquarius ... the age of reason... liberation from the controls of government and religion... a time of enlightenment and ascension.. leaving behind the chains of the house of sand and earth and entering into the age of living waters .
Cursed
Well I came this way so long ago..
Can not remember why..
Dead men calling on the wind ..
My name as I slowly die..
Gold and wine..
Silk handkerchiefs..
And pretty young..
Women to dine..
And my soul i traded for ...
A little extra time...
Los...
I am a talentless hack ... i have read everything i could get my hands on...for most of my life.. yet still i can't structure a sentence .... Bukowski was one of my Heroes... Henry Charles Bukowski... August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994... i never met him ...but it feels as if i knew him... He wrote about life... not just words but every line was infused with his very being.. his blood sweat and tears... some cigarette ashes .. and beer.. maybe a few stray drips of some cheap wine..
He lived.. he loved.. and he spent a lot of time alone ... sitting as i am at a keyboard ... way too much time i spend this way... lonely hours trapped wi
August 23, 2018
My world....
Sleep.... that strange reclusive taste of death.... It eludes me so as of late... I am tired yet sleep has outrun me so much in the last couple of weeks ........ Sleep is such a pleasure ..but it seems as if my mind thinks there is a chance of missing out on some great thing if we become unconscious for more than a moment... I was listening to "Buy the ticket take the ride" a documentary on Hunter S. Thompson... All my heroes are leaving this world... 2005 ... it seems so long ago...The 20th of February 2005...Hunter said farewell to this odd old world... at the age of 67.... He left this note... typed on his ma