Just Yesterday
{I'd categorize this one as one of those "sort of just acting on impulse"; the thoughts were coming, so I thought I'd just jump on the computer and spew it out. I mean, revision is free. I just got ideas. (hint hint- I am also very open to [constructive] criticism.) So yeah... Debussy also had a part in this.}
{Another note on (my) poetry: I guess I just tend to write phrases/words down that may or may not rhyme or even get anywhere. It doesn't seem to flow so great, and probably doesn't make any sense, but sometimes I like reading and hearing those vague, open stuff. You just sort of wrap your mind around it and lather on your own perspective. I don't normally listen or read something and let the artist's own... background or intention get involved. I like to just interpret stuff as I like. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. You can probably figure out what I'm talking about here, but then again, you can (no duh) interpret it as you like.}
The paving and beeping and backpacks laden my way
with memories
to the place that started after
just yesterday
The new, the wet
the tall, the met
And then just yesterday
it is of a great rumbling that I came here
only to leave in a blink, as if you fear
Just yesterday
The highest form of entertainment being those silly rhymes
to fool short ones that think this is it, the time
It's always it; it's always
just yesterday
And then a passage, a yell
an awkward, a hell
That started just yesterday
Because before that
was before that; the past
but the present
Just yesterday
The unknown face, unfamiliar existence
Becoming what you knew. Then you miss it.
Wide space of constant sides
Now knowing how to read the lines
Colors; brown, a hazing green
Behind where you see, what you've seen
No one else with that vision
Memory; with language it's a given
Oh, but language, language language...
Just yesterday had seen not knowing how to conjugate
Or really knowing what to hate
And how did that soft artificial yellow and red
become a crackling piece of French bread?
Just yesterday, it was not a problem.
Just yesterday, no courage to call them.
Just yesterday-
Ignorance and not alive
Misunderstanding the joy of a high five
Tiring of now, which was the past
"it went by fast"
It's still going, it always does.
Forceful exhale of bottled-up fuss.
Just yesterday, we was talkin like dis
With size 4 and undersized hips
We were friends
oh- we are friends.
But remember the absence?
Getting over the fence?
Let's just go
what will happen is in the air, we hope
what has happened is behind,
now for our heads and making ropes
to tie us down and help us find
what we have thought always
just yesterday
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I'll get goin' with a real blog post one of these days.. busy... needing poetry to express... tiring.... annoyances of course... perspective... words.... wanting to just get done.... you know.... thanks.
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