freepoet4awl Poetry (44)

ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?

So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell

I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins

It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar

In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because hell is the price one pays for the planet we earthlings defiled
© 2011.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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IMMACULATE SIN

Darling don’t you find it odd
No matter if rain falls softly or hard
Somehow your house stands on dry sod
And your home requires no lightening rod
Because it never rains in your back yard

The rain could pour on the east to the west
While robins wait for rainbows and the sun to dry their nest
By the god of rain your abode must be both betrothed and blessed
For your land stands dry while we survey the rest
Perhaps it never rains in your yard because you’re Mother Nature’s greatest guest

I am always there to see the rain begin
You with your roof of armor and tin
The rain on other people’s rooftops make quite a din
And I wonder if rain is repelled by one who suffers no sin
As you grace me with your dimpled grin

No one at all knows how you do what you do
So the amount of believers are really quite few
I would like a logical answer I believe I am due
Why is there constantly a pink and blue sky above you?
And she said “it’s due to the immaculate way in which I love you”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

HIDE AND GROW WEAK

It was a very slow progression
But a very long depression
I’d try to say the words she needed to hear
While I watched temptation as it grew near

Her laughter was my playground and play we did
I was out seeking her while my little girl hid
She used to get angry when I wouldn’t play house
And then there was “Tiny, her tiny pet mouse

Her friends would sleep over and have a pillow fight
I’d be sitting in the living room hearing screams of delight
She was little and loved pancakes with peaches and cream
But now her childhood seems to me only a very short dream

She met Billy and he stole away all of my hope
He got her to follow as he started shooting dope
I watched a free little girl turn into another man’s slave
And that’s why I’m kneeling now at my young daughter’s grave
(© 2011.….Poefree

FEET FIRST DEAD FRED
I was raised amidst visceral violence
And caterwauling cop cars are all that broke the silence
No one spoke lest word be spread
When Smokey Joe end’s up feet first dead

Sally had a thing for Sal
And Sally was quite a gal
But Sally also had her eye on a dude called “Red”
And then poor Sal was buried feet first dead
There were opponents aplenty with whom to pick a fight
When Louis LaScala fought anyone it perked up a dismal summer’s night

I was seven when someone first showed me a zip gun
A block of wood, a bullet and a rubber band fashioned to kill someone
Some were trigger happy fools who didn’t make anyone glad
but those are the ones who think their sanity is simply a fad
It’s a shame because if you could speak to a guy named “Fighting Fred”

He’d tell you how and why he ended up feet first dead

It had something to do with Fred, some guy’s old lady and a bed
This was a town of tenements in a suburb of a citadel called Hell
We learned to war, to protect and the hell with learning to spell
Fatefully Frankie “Forever” Fader one day just wasn’t around
That’s because Fancy Frankie’s “forever” put him feet first in the ground
And when some little kid gets mistakenly killed in a drive by there are no witnesses to be found

So that’s the tale of a town I was fostered within
A place where “Desperation Avenue" meets a street called “Sin”
I know not what awaits my fate and may lie just ahead
Because who’s to say I won’t end up buried feet first dead
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY DISARMING

A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place
And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace
Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation

My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
Strolling among people so different than me
Yet the lady would not let any of us live free

My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead
A lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street
Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat

A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there
And back then that lady fully filled people with fear
But I needed immediate relief only she could provide
As I continued to let the lady become my only guide

All those years ago among friends I was the only one
And day by day heroin had me on the run
Searching on corners and looking in bars
While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars

I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
And that’s what I’d done a hundred times or more
Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
© 2011.….free cee!

A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective

A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective

NOTE TO ME RE: THINGS SHE TOOK FROM ME:
My compassion-------My time-----My energy
The reason I woke up early just to be with her more hours
The belief that a song of honesty and purity can be sung in the union of two souls but only when both partners sing in pitch-perfect harmony
She took my mind
The equations in my mind
The way she was always on my mind
She took my knowledge and used it until she needed a teacher no more

She took the soulfulness of every sweet word in a love song and turned them sour
She took away the way she’d laugh when I’d do or say something funny
She took the joyfulness out of a simple smile and the happiness from the fact that we’d finally found each other after so long a journey
She took away the mustard seed of faith I had that Jesus proclaimed is all we need
a tiny seed indeed--------

BUT ALL THESE THINGS ARE GONE FOR GOOD,
YESTERDAY’S NEWS
ABOUT SINGING THE BLUES
SHE TOOK AWAY THE PRIDE I FELT WHEN I TAUGHT HER TO SADDLE A HORSE
AND NOW THAT HORSE HAS BEEN NAMED “REMORSE”
BUT THE ONE THING SHE GAVE ME AND THEN TOOK AWAY WAS SOMETHING I HADN’T HAD FOR THE PAST ¾ of MY LIFE
AND SUDDENLY THAT TREASURE WAS SNATCHED AWAY FROM ME
SHE RESURRECTED THE WAYS AND MEANS FOR ME TO LAUGH, AND TO LAUGH WITH A HEART LIGHTENED BY THE WAY SHE SWORE WE WOULD BE TOGETHER AS LONG AS TIME AND HEALTH PERMITTED………..
AND LASTLY WHAT SHE TOOK AWAY WAS THAT WHICH I HADN’T EVER FELT BEFORE
BECAUSE SHE ROBBED FROM THIS MAN , WHO, AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS OF INADEQUACY WAS NO LONGER A HINDERANCE BECAUSE SHE WAS HIS MOTIVATION
SOMEONE TO HUDDLE TOGETHER DURING THUNDER
THAT’S WHAT SHE TOOK AWAY FROM ME,
A WOMAN WALKED AWAY WITH WONDER
That’s what she took from me….© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES baby

DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

A VERY VAIN VINE

Twine twisted around a vine
Whilst the philodendron were doing just fine
No weed to choke a tulip by a bud beguiled
And there were no weeds to make certain we all smiled

Laughter began every day when the alarm clock rang
But I heard the echo of a sorrowful song an angel once, for both of us, sang
Thusly didst the angel singing being offered up as a present
Then a seraphim repaired her sorrow because they want all of us feel pleasant

I would tell you I’m glad you became an appendage of mine
And came simply to make this sodden soul once again to shine
Sometimes things go awry and for a moment you feel sad
But that’s only because he knows how he treated love as a fashion in fad

The sight of vines and aroma of the philodendron filled the air
While a man demanded a lady be ever his with a flesh so fair
He might do s**t like that for you but as for me he’s all about doom
Because i’m just a urinal in the universal and unilateral men’s room
© 2011.…phreepoetree ~free cee!~

C.J. IS MORE THAN OKAY
or
I AM TOO OLD FOR THE HUNT
My mortal motives are magnanimously moral
My objects are not objectionable nor in any way obscene
And my only purpose is to preserve the pristine
For I see your smile as genuine and pleasant
Unfortunately I have no funds for buds nor a present
All I have is the want to share some time with you
With no illicit solicitations and that much is true
Each time I contact you in any way
You create a cerulean blue sky from grievous gray
It matters not to me what it is you choose to do
BUT I would enjoy to contentedly have a conversation with you

I’ve played you music I believed would reach your heart
While innocence has always played its pertinent part
You’ve sometimes totally ignored me and that’s all right with me
Because akin to a swiftly swimming swan you deserve to be free
So if the thought occurs to you that I want more than just a phriend
Remember always and in all ways these words that I’ve penned
You mentioned sharing lunch and it took me aback
Because it’s freedom and friendship I wish not to lack
Well as I mentioned before I’ve no money for flowers nor fleece
But I do have the inclination to share with you some peace
However, sharing cheese, crackers and non-alcoholic **Rhagae champagne will do
And alas, there’s very little else I’d like to do with you
Fondly in finesse, flora, fauna and finery…. © 2011.….Phreepoetree!
~free cee!~

THE DENIL OF DENIM

I still and will sleep in the denim jacket you gave me to own
Now that I am sleeping all alone
Do you remember the peace sign I drew on the back?
And now it’s your peacefulness which I lack

I won’t even wash it or have it cleaned
And from this jacket I may never be weaned
It’s security, it’s memories and has the aroma of fresh morning dew
Some cloth, some ink and a reminder of the time I spent with you

Actually it could use a rinse or two
But I don’t want to rid any part of you
Not the look in your eyes when you gave it to me
And without you that denim jacket seems garish and gloomy

Besides “Peace” it also says “love” that now seems ironic
Because you swore I was your love and you were my tonic
But elixirs can’t exorcise what seems totally premeditated
And I don’t think the AROMA of you will ever be thusly faded
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~