"The Niche"
NYC temple
using in vitro
we are going to cut
harbinger of doom
ex current pension obligations
stinging blow
Senate votes
scallop boat
behind the scenes
swine flu
47 million years
practical advice
made it home
magic turn
Catholic probe
keep your nose
citing moral obligations
pets vow to attack
Snake River salmon
on the edge
desert on foot
endangered Craigslist
assisted foreclosure personals
I'm generally slow
new fencing border agents
don't ask, don't tell
still dazzling
primate Georgia
unveiled firm demands
20 to 30 civilians
allegedly are feared
I was being sarcastic
wildcat
potent
1940 coupons
lovers know
nerds are sexy
hope nobody's watching
broken glass
waiting for
ancient pet
5th grade
crocodiles.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Poem: "Into Dust"
"Into Dust"
I wish I never saw the sunshine
fame
need you tonight
boys don't cry
fire woman
dancing in the street
bittersweet symphony
buffalo stance
like a feather
flowers on the wall
rebel rebel
let her cry
rehab
cold as ice
careless whisper
songbird
I've got you under my skin
Steve McQueen.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I wish I never saw the sunshine
fame
need you tonight
boys don't cry
fire woman
dancing in the street
bittersweet symphony
buffalo stance
like a feather
flowers on the wall
rebel rebel
let her cry
rehab
cold as ice
careless whisper
songbird
I've got you under my skin
Steve McQueen.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Poem: "FML"
"FML"
@FrenchTwizzler009 reports
the other day
some dude got robbed
that wasn't in his house. #what
@greenbehindthegills
complained
that the strawberry preserves
were rotten tasting out of the jar. #wth
@bombasticraygun
informed the world
that he was incontinent
after colonoscopy
and shit himself 12 times. #eww
@exotictreelimb
extolled the virtues
of oversized denim
and neon posters. #hohum
@XYZ123
was quick to exclaim
that Catholic soldiers
disdained from undergarments
during the Crusades. #shock
@VensaMenuG
sparred with her husband
over who made a sexier
spaghetti bolognese. #yummy
@MachinaInspid
declared Twitter a catalyst
for the moral degradation
in the 21st century. #wtf
In the end, the best parts are used
and the better parts are thrown away
left in the dust of the glittering Twitter Nation
in 140 or less
the countdown has begun
"What are you doing today?"
I'll be outside
taking a drag
from my last
remaining cigarette
Fuck my life.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
@FrenchTwizzler009 reports
the other day
some dude got robbed
that wasn't in his house. #what
@greenbehindthegills
complained
that the strawberry preserves
were rotten tasting out of the jar. #wth
@bombasticraygun
informed the world
that he was incontinent
after colonoscopy
and shit himself 12 times. #eww
@exotictreelimb
extolled the virtues
of oversized denim
and neon posters. #hohum
@XYZ123
was quick to exclaim
that Catholic soldiers
disdained from undergarments
during the Crusades. #shock
@VensaMenuG
sparred with her husband
over who made a sexier
spaghetti bolognese. #yummy
@MachinaInspid
declared Twitter a catalyst
for the moral degradation
in the 21st century. #wtf
In the end, the best parts are used
and the better parts are thrown away
left in the dust of the glittering Twitter Nation
in 140 or less
the countdown has begun
"What are you doing today?"
I'll be outside
taking a drag
from my last
remaining cigarette
Fuck my life.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Dashboard Confessions of a Twitter Addict"
"Dashboard Confessions of a Twitter Addict"
the smoke has cleared
as blood and dust
cover the floor
the dolls sit silently
watching the deluge unfold
in the awful propensity
of uncovered motives
the computer screen blinks
and bleeps
as the nameless connect
to their inner Bill Gates
if I have ever felt the
push and pull
to undress my innermost
thoughts and desires
do it in 140 characters or less.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
the smoke has cleared
as blood and dust
cover the floor
the dolls sit silently
watching the deluge unfold
in the awful propensity
of uncovered motives
the computer screen blinks
and bleeps
as the nameless connect
to their inner Bill Gates
if I have ever felt the
push and pull
to undress my innermost
thoughts and desires
do it in 140 characters or less.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Poem: "Regret"
"Regret"
She looked out the window
it was late on a Friday
she wore her favorite
black dress
she had her hair down
thought it made her look
ten years younger
it was time
the night called out
with the promise
of its bright neon
and silent electric longing
she wore pink lipstick
and her hands and feet
painted black
when she walked into the bar
she sat down, winked at the bartender
and slowly uncrossed her legs
casually sipping a vodka
a man sitting across the table
nodded carefully as he watched her
somewhere inside, he felt
a warm sensation
in the pit
of his stomach
every part of his being
tensed with anticipation
he closed his eyes
and imagined her
next to him
a time when the war
was over and he could
return to a normal life
and stop being a soldier
she made it back home
in a haze
she had one too many
at the bar
she wanted to love him
her lips trembled at the notion
she laid on the bed
and closed her eyes
in her mind
they were in bed
lying so close
she could feel his breath
against her face
touching, it began
until they were trapped
in the rapture
of sensual undoing
she loved him so, she said
his perfect body
his clean shaven face
the soldier left her behind
in the morning
she woke up alone
in the tiny room
snatches of him
lingering
forever etched in her mind
she got up slowly
went to the window
and felt
the illuminating warmth
of the risen sun
she smiled softly
as tears fell
regret sprung from within her
as she fell to her knees
in a heap on the floor
her world fades quietly
with each passing moment
a poignant death.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She looked out the window
it was late on a Friday
she wore her favorite
black dress
she had her hair down
thought it made her look
ten years younger
it was time
the night called out
with the promise
of its bright neon
and silent electric longing
she wore pink lipstick
and her hands and feet
painted black
when she walked into the bar
she sat down, winked at the bartender
and slowly uncrossed her legs
casually sipping a vodka
a man sitting across the table
nodded carefully as he watched her
somewhere inside, he felt
a warm sensation
in the pit
of his stomach
every part of his being
tensed with anticipation
he closed his eyes
and imagined her
next to him
a time when the war
was over and he could
return to a normal life
and stop being a soldier
she made it back home
in a haze
she had one too many
at the bar
she wanted to love him
her lips trembled at the notion
she laid on the bed
and closed her eyes
in her mind
they were in bed
lying so close
she could feel his breath
against her face
touching, it began
until they were trapped
in the rapture
of sensual undoing
she loved him so, she said
his perfect body
his clean shaven face
the soldier left her behind
in the morning
she woke up alone
in the tiny room
snatches of him
lingering
forever etched in her mind
she got up slowly
went to the window
and felt
the illuminating warmth
of the risen sun
she smiled softly
as tears fell
regret sprung from within her
as she fell to her knees
in a heap on the floor
her world fades quietly
with each passing moment
a poignant death.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Hate"
"Hate"
It doesn't have
to end this way
let me hold
you close
once more
it is morning now
last night
is dead
with its quiet desperation
and garishling bright neon
my inevitable collapse is near
like a lover waiting
in the shadows
under the glittering
forlorn street lights
goodbye, dear
the incessant pull
of unrequited dreams
your last kiss
burned my insides
as I try to look away
as anger and regret
forces out bittersweet tears
in the silence
of the great divide
growing within my restless heart.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
It doesn't have
to end this way
let me hold
you close
once more
it is morning now
last night
is dead
with its quiet desperation
and garishling bright neon
my inevitable collapse is near
like a lover waiting
in the shadows
under the glittering
forlorn street lights
goodbye, dear
the incessant pull
of unrequited dreams
your last kiss
burned my insides
as I try to look away
as anger and regret
forces out bittersweet tears
in the silence
of the great divide
growing within my restless heart.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, May 15, 2009
Poem: "Stand"
"Stand"
She stares off
into the distance
it seems forever
since she has felt
his lips against
her aching mouth
since she has known
his subtle touch
and familiar voice
she is a sinking ship
in a raging ocean
her heart is ripped in two
and yet, she does not weep
she will not bleed
the woman still waits
by the open window
illuminated by the shimmer
of silent moonlight
her face watching
the lonely street below
in the morning
she wakes up
to the glaring heat
of the sun
she contemplates
what her next move
might be
she tries to resist
the allure of
the night
with its bright lights
and pretty faces
intoxicated with
the anticipation
of liquor and
a cheap fuck
she takes a drag
from her cigarette
letting it dangle
from her long fingers
the red nail polish
dances in the sunlight
as a smile creeps
about the corners
of her aching mouth.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stares off
into the distance
it seems forever
since she has felt
his lips against
her aching mouth
since she has known
his subtle touch
and familiar voice
she is a sinking ship
in a raging ocean
her heart is ripped in two
and yet, she does not weep
she will not bleed
the woman still waits
by the open window
illuminated by the shimmer
of silent moonlight
her face watching
the lonely street below
in the morning
she wakes up
to the glaring heat
of the sun
she contemplates
what her next move
might be
she tries to resist
the allure of
the night
with its bright lights
and pretty faces
intoxicated with
the anticipation
of liquor and
a cheap fuck
she takes a drag
from her cigarette
letting it dangle
from her long fingers
the red nail polish
dances in the sunlight
as a smile creeps
about the corners
of her aching mouth.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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