Quatrain Poems (303)

ONE BREATH OF KNOWLEDGE

Baby tell me everything I need to know in one single breath
Describe to me having phun, having plans and having a child
Tell me in one long deep breath all about life and death
And how I should live with ease and stop living in the wild

In one solitary breath tell me to leave the forest for some tiny town
With one breath tell me precisely what it is I need to do
In one breath tell me to stop running around and to cool it and calm down
Take one oxygen granting breath and tell me all about the beauty of you

Simply lay down beside me and with only one breath begin to speak
Instruct me in what I need to finally and at last succeed
In one and only one breath teach me how to help the lame and the weak
Please baby, as naked as you are reveal all the meager things I really need

Don’t take another breath as you proscribe the way I should live
Tell me whether I’ll live or die if I don’t settle down somewhere
Describe to me the feeling if I stopped taking and learned how to give
Baby, in one soulful breath make everything I need to know crystalline clear
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ALIBIES AND ALIASES

I’ve been a whore, a bore, a thief and a brute
Of that there seems to be little dispute
I’ve been lost at a cost and found upon the ground
And there’s very little argument to where I am bound

I’ve done things a real man ain’t supposed to do
I’ve been a liar, a letch, a con-man and a wretch too
I’ve stolen with only one goal in mind
While I’ve been unfaithful and unilaterally unkind

I’ve gotten anything that felt good enough to get
But I couldn’t be righteous, not even on a bet
I’ve been a soul out of control and out of good luck
Because I never gave a damn and surely never gave a fu*k

I never gave a f*ck about who I’d f*ck next
And as for a library of falsehoods I composed the text
I’ve been a whore, a bore and a brute for sure
And for what ails me there surely ain’t no cure
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SO-SIGH-A-TEA

Hey you masses and asses listen to what I have to say
I find your society despicable and it gets worse every day
I walk among you while being sickened by your ways
All the degenerates, despicable and even the gays

Well actually I don’t mind gays as long as they leave me alone
Because they do things a man like me want’s to remain unknown
Don’t tell me about the things they do and don’t say word one
And I’ll just let the perverted ones have their fu**ed up fun

Then there are the pin-striped three piece suits
With them I have varied and sundry disputes
They pawn off their wares to the foolish and dumb
While I await the day they all burst into the flames sure to come

Now please, I beg of you, don’t get me started
Because I refuse to discuss the hardened hearted
So let them go to Sacks Fifth Avenue to buy a fancy thread
As I sit at home wishing all of these people dead
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AL DE LA MY LOVE


You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand

We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was this man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace

I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last

Because you hit a rocky road and a curve at too great a speed
You died and I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together we will never find that forever’s clandestine land
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DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet

Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied

Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection

Whilst outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin

Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
‘It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing and frigid cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
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J.D.S.

I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious

I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease

I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan

Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
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WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE

I want to do something I’ve never done before
perhaps i'll hallenge the English Channel shore
I yearn to see a new lovely’s body with her clothes upon my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war

I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
maybe climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war

I’d like enough time and patience to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Life Is a more thrilling ride if you ain’t brilliant enough to offer anyone any advise
And I’d like to do something that could end my life to be concise

So here sit I on a chair thinking about what I’d do I’ve never before done
And needless to say, if I would never participate in a war I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that I never chose to be done
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
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ILLICIT ILLNESS

I was considering the subject of sorrow, sadness and tears
And how depression has such strength to last for so many years
Then I realized how happiness turns to hurt and pain
And how my tomorrows really have nothing to gain

And so I pick up my syringe filled with illicit calm
then try to find a vein in a track laden arm
Just another puncture as a sign of how badly I feel
And the belief that the wounds she caused may never heal

Dope can be a balm to calm the strength of stagnation
And erase the visions of repeated information
Intrepid information that reminds me of someone I once knew
And the portrait of pain her painting drew

No more laughter only she brought about
Because hurt can carry such caustic clout
It’s for that reason and that reason alone
That after so many years my sorrow seems only to have grown
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BACKBIRD BYE BYE

The morning dew was blue that morn
Purple was the lawn
The clouds threatened an angry sky
As the sun watched the moon finally die

The birds flew backwards instead of ahead
While the waves of the sea were made of lead
A tree arose and began to walk away
When dreams of darkness turned night into day

The majesty of music lost its muse
And each note had a black and blue bruise
No symphonies played nor choirs sung
No lyrics of love to float off my tongue

I beheld the amber shadows no longer so glamorous
But the buttercups remained ever amorous
‘twas a morn born and birthed of sorrow
And all a man like me can do is pray there arrives no tomorrow
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BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE


You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t no doubt

I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm as a shawl

Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free

But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

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