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D’ah
Blues
I
AM just not very happy
at
this juncture
I
mean nothing is on time
It’s
as if everything is
out
of line
Oh
. . . things are going
just
fine
I
mean
I
AM
alive
and
I
have arrived
Guess
I’ve been caught
with
my proverbial pants
down
around my ankles
and
the door’s wide open
and
I mean I AM
alive
. . . but
.
. . just can’t get started
and
the curb sure does
look
mighty high
and
then
there’s
the sky
yup,
lookin’ up
that’s
my motto
or
is it lotto
What
makes
every
thing go around
and
around
up
and down
from
here
to the other side
of
this envelope
of
life
reality
and
time
as
we
know it
On
the surface
it’s
plain as day
and
yet when you
look
at it
and
flip it over
you’ve
got no lights
it’s
night
the
days just go by
and
. . .
I
AM just not very
happy
at this juncture
Maybe
something will
puncture
this
moment
and
the world will
propel
itself beyond
to
a better time
while
it
deflates
across the
inky
sub space sky
kind
of loose huh?
Ain’t
it kind of funny
as
all things
come
to you
and
we’re supposed
to
affirmation-ally,
unmitigatedly
manifest
and
realize
right
before
our
eyes
in
real time
living
tech-ni-colour
at
how many
lines
per
second squared
per
screen
like
high definition
one
fine day
it’ll
be
the
real
thing
when you open
door
number three
and
it’s
your
time
what
. . . a relief
it
was
to
know that at least
they
aren’t
going to throw
the
switch as
quick
as they
surmised
about
the
day that
kingdom
come
with
mushrooms and flash
heat
and molecules
splattered
all
over
the frigin’ space
for
rent
Hey!
U store it
until
another
time
combines
with
the right
elements
of space continuum
and
they let
all
hell if I know
loose
and we all
buy
at an unbelievably
reduced
rate
and
savings to boot . .
I
guess
you
can tell
by
now,
that
I’m
just
not
very
happy
right
now
and
. .
maybe
. .
I’m
. . .
too
. . .
late
. . .
Gabriel Gomes
Copyright ©2003 Gabriel Gomes
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To Lament and Pain and Languishing Anguish of a Betrayed Broken
Heart
To the death of my heart by means of a broken betrayed heart
To what does this purport to impart
To what does it compare to what means does
it depart
To what whom where how and why does one start
To and for what purpose does one possess a heart
To what
does one need to know of ones own heart
To all pains and innumerable slow dying deaths of the broken heart
To the breaking
of a heart and to the inevitable angst of the heart
To my undying heart bleeds when betrayal cruelty and dart shoot it
out
To the arrows from cupids quiver as they spark
To accuracy true love first sight arrow no matter how narrow or smart
To
what heart and love can be so blind splayed and spit upon a hearth
To the death and dying of one due to the death and dying
of ones heart
To when does the pain and heart and the wish for death to stop or start
To when life rises up from the
crashed and burned limericks bark
To ashes of requited wooing love from the heart
To straight from the heart and straight
through the heart
To ripping it out and stomping the life force out and tearing it apart
To wrenching heart from depths
of reality subconscious back restarts
To reincarnate one's emotions under God indivisible painful beyond belief
To
ode for what relief it is . . . and . . . any remarks
Gabriel Gomes
Copyright ©2003 Gabriel Gomes |
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Blue Flite
One
flew
One
blue
Oh
baby I got dah blues
Oh
so bad
Ain’t
life just a gas
No
matter where you start
there’s
always something there
to
try and take us apart
up
and down we fly
just
at the right times
careful
not to
veer
off and vie
with
the sky
over
on Earth’s
and
Life’s turf
no
hooks to
grab
on to
no
rope
and
line to safe off to
hopes
and aspirations
under
duress
careful
on
the descent
watch
out
when
you plunge
try
and glide
Oh
jus’ slide on by
One
flew
One
blue
Oh
I gots da blues
Oh
so bad
and
I ain’t
sad
or mad
not
even glad
stop!
stop!
is that a glimmer
of
light just over
the
top?
Yeah!
Just over
on
the other side
Let’s
ride
on
down
and
careen against
the
Ides
which
maligns
all
the hopes and passion
in
such a fashion
as
to leave one
scathed,
stultified
and
seething
with
evermore
drive
and gumption
or
is it gum soles
or
vibram, maybe even!
Gortex polypropylene
twine
nylon,
thinsulite
ray
on
play
on
One
flew
One
blue
Oh
I gots dah blues
Oh
so bad
How
sad?
Well
let me
put
it in another
way
compassion
impassion
passion
play
where
is it all any way
mere
mutterings
whatsa
mattah whitch you
Oh
disdain
Why must I refrain?
One
flew
One
blue
Oh
I gots duh blues
Oh
so bad
Now
that’s not
How you
Say?
Proverbially
or
colloquially
Bad,
glad or sad
anyway
Gabriel Gomes
Copyright ©2003 Gabriel Gomes
My Heart Really Hurts
My heart really hurts
What is it worth?
My heart really hurts
What is my self worth?
My heart really hurts
What is to be?
My heart really hurts
Where AM I?
My heart really hurts
Who AM I?
My heart really hurts
When will I be Free?
My heart really hurts
When will it be healed?
My heart really hurts
What can I see?
My heart really hurts
When will I be . . . ?
My heart really hurts
When I . . .
My heart really hurts
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