spontaneous poem post two
I spit words into cyberspace,
hoping they'll reach your eyes,
or at least boomerang back to me
with words denying my demise
suprise, Ruby K's got more lives
than cats
more ages than earth
more than sages worth at berth
The 18th letter for life
baddest kohain
since Pinchas ended the plague with a knife
struggling between what works and what fits
splits hairs like airs like atoms
I catch you unaware.
sparing feelings for seasons
and silence for my reasons
but Animal and Hawk are the
kindest of my legions.
It may be quiet
in this corner of the world,
but don't let your ears deceive you
packing in
more cocoons
than Cronyn and Brimley
Feeling my oats
as I scratch a path
through my book
fighting back
to my home
just get one last look.
I spit my words into cyberspace
hoping that they'll boomerang
coming back a thousand times
stronger for their journey and
I hope they stop in on you along the way
to let you know I pray for you every day.
My syllables hide less
when in poetry form
unabashed unashamed
naked and raw
its no secret
that sometimes you may forget
what you saw
so these pixilated elements
are testaments
to both past
and what's in store.
They'll cut through
DSL or phonelines like a machete through butter,
they'll kickstart wireless connections
hell, my words don't even have to leave
the keyboard to create their own wifi
they'll leap computer to computer
like running through cars
on a subway
rooftop to rooftop
just to find their way
back to you, then back to me
pixilated imagery
communicating efficiently
back to you, then back to me
and all the while my words escape me
tumble out of fingers and mouths and pores
they've been locked in for months
are hyper beyond themselves
banging into each other seeing who's going to escape first.
I'll let you choose who gets free
and who gets left behind
which words dance beyond
the borders of our minds
but my words are out for a joyride
excited to once again be free
and i hope they return a thousand times stronger
back to you, then back to me.
hoping they'll reach your eyes,
or at least boomerang back to me
with words denying my demise
suprise, Ruby K's got more lives
than cats
more ages than earth
more than sages worth at berth
The 18th letter for life
baddest kohain
since Pinchas ended the plague with a knife
struggling between what works and what fits
splits hairs like airs like atoms
I catch you unaware.
sparing feelings for seasons
and silence for my reasons
but Animal and Hawk are the
kindest of my legions.
It may be quiet
in this corner of the world,
but don't let your ears deceive you
packing in
more cocoons
than Cronyn and Brimley
Feeling my oats
as I scratch a path
through my book
fighting back
to my home
just get one last look.
I spit my words into cyberspace
hoping that they'll boomerang
coming back a thousand times
stronger for their journey and
I hope they stop in on you along the way
to let you know I pray for you every day.
My syllables hide less
when in poetry form
unabashed unashamed
naked and raw
its no secret
that sometimes you may forget
what you saw
so these pixilated elements
are testaments
to both past
and what's in store.
They'll cut through
DSL or phonelines like a machete through butter,
they'll kickstart wireless connections
hell, my words don't even have to leave
the keyboard to create their own wifi
they'll leap computer to computer
like running through cars
on a subway
rooftop to rooftop
just to find their way
back to you, then back to me
pixilated imagery
communicating efficiently
back to you, then back to me
and all the while my words escape me
tumble out of fingers and mouths and pores
they've been locked in for months
are hyper beyond themselves
banging into each other seeing who's going to escape first.
I'll let you choose who gets free
and who gets left behind
which words dance beyond
the borders of our minds
but my words are out for a joyride
excited to once again be free
and i hope they return a thousand times stronger
back to you, then back to me.
posted by Ruby K at 3:37 AM
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