This Is Just Stuff That Got Jotted Down (Phone Edition)

My phone was getting low on storage space, so I had to delete all the items from my over-used NotePad app.  In this purging, I discovered several small gems of lyricism.  They are presented thusly:

Man of many hats, but I wear none of them.

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Sharpened sticks and polished stones--

Oh--How they cut to the bone.

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Shedding friends like a snake sheds its skin.

Those past versions of myself show me where I’ve been.

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This is the thunder that crashes before the storm.

This is the lightning that shows all the things you asked for.

This is clarity when you see the sun as the clouds part.

This is the front that turns all the light to dark.

I am a fire, but I’m washed away as the rain falls down.

The muck and the mire is all there is left of me now.

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She had questionable morals and invisible ethics

And that made her my favorite type of girl.

Hey there, Phoenix,

Fly to me,

And burn up as you do!

The passion’s hot

And I’m on fire,

But I could use a little heat from you.

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These are the depths;

Here are the shallows

--The same kind of rope

Used at the gallows.

A judge of their clothes

And the looks on their face,

And you already know

That they’re someone to hate.

You are not the jury,

But I’ll let you be the judge.

Almost got out in a hurry,

But there’s one of us who will not budge.

He was already sentenced before they read his rights.

The lawyers back down; he isn’t worth the fight.

A decade in jail...see who he will be.

Another frail man begging for the fear of me.

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I once saved a girl with a simple rhyme

From my stupid mind

And a bottle of cheap wine.

Does that make me a hero of sorts

Donning my brilliant denim shorts?

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For being where fire me  c**t brokered   ?

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Dressed in our Sunday best

With all these--someone else’s guests.

Kids in the back playing like it’s the Wild West--

Dirtied in mud and sand.

Thank god, they don’t understand.

If only I could hold her hand

One last time.

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Suits and ties

Bind my mind.

Day long meetings

Make me want to die.

Staying mute

In a three piece suit.

That’s what they

All want from you.

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And I’m f*****g broke like I’ll break your nose if you try f*****g with my girlfriend.

I just need out of this god-forsaken, s**t-hole, hole-in-the-ground town.

I’ll leave my two weeks notice and leave this all behind.

Tell ‘em all to have fun; Without me, they’ve been fine.

Head to Colorado, maybe Cali, with my baby, my lady, love of my life,

Then maybe make some babies and make her my wife.

My electric bills-- I need not pay;

My baby’s smiling eyes will light the way.

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The skies parted the day I met you--

The brilliant sun splitting the azure blue.

The green in your eyes couldn’t disguise the gold hidden within

Your heart,

Your soul,

Your beautiful mind--

So perfect,

So brilliant,

And always all mine.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Interesting set-up of the poem. People have conversation differently today. I like the honest and directness of the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote