Stairway To Heaven Reflections

watch it collapse,
sit and stare in a timed lapse,
another piper strolls on by;
we can only stare for awhile,
then he is gone.

and it makes me wonder
and it makes me wonder

but what to think on?
her?
her stairway?
i am not too arrogant to question alongside of
poor, pondering prufrock.

the piper calling you to join him
then let him lead on as we all die.

for life is the stroll upwards
let us rest at the final floor.

Tony Goes Def Jam?

in the vein of celebrating one of the greatest hip hop acchivements of the year i've taken to trying out a lyrical, hippish "Howl"-esque poem. earlier in the month, saul williams, def jam poet and close friend of trent reznor released his album "The Inevitible Rise and Fall of Niggy Tardust," and, it's fucking amazing. his cover of sunday bloody sunday in praticular.

regardless, in the vein of his poetry, and Howl, and other influences, i've attempted the same kind of thing. so hear:



While it started snowing early in December I started thinking,
About the blankets covering the streets turned black rock into white dust.
The tears of our fathers slowly float down, with resolve;
(For snow;
We know,
Has nowhere to go,
But down.)
I sit behind window panes, rubbed by yellow fog,
Licking its tongue around the corners of the evening
And I wait while the lions roar in my mind.

This is a petition:
So listen, everyone, everywhere:

LAWYERS, POLITICIANS, ACCOUNTANTS, REFRIGITOR SALESMEN, CABLE GUYS, LAWN GUYS AND BURGER FRYS, REPUBLICANS, LIBERALS, ARTISTS, SCIENTISTS, DRUG ADDICTS AND RELIGIOUS FANATICS, PILOTS, ATHLETS, GAS STATION ATTENDENTS, ACTORS, TEACHERS AND PREACHERS, CAR SALESMEN, PROFESSORS, COPS AND ROBBERS, STOCK BOYS, BAGGERS AND RUNWAY FLAGGERS, ANCHORMEN, PHOTOGRAPHERS, LUNCH LADIES, SOLDIERS, LIBRIARIANS AND LIBRETERIANS, BABY SITTERS, DISH WASHERS, SECURITY GUARDS, HAIR SPECIALISTS, JUDGES, CARE TAKERS AND BAKERS, CARD SHARKS, DESIGNERS, STUDENTS, CHILDREN, PARENTS, WOMEN AND MEN, MUSICIANS, PAINTERS, WRITERS, POETS, HISTORIANS, DREAMS, LOVERS, LAUGHERS; EVERYONE BETWEEN

HERE
(which is assumed to be the glorious heavens)

OR

THERE
(which is assumed to be the furious hells)

Everyone a human being can connect with, listen:


(incomplete.)

Chinese Sounding Music

aint got a gun, aint got a gun, aint got a gun

there are lights blasting the cold pacific air,
wind comes off of the sea in all directions;
the lights read down:
things
i
cannot read.

tokyo is large, too big to fathom,
i can hear everything from the different sides of the earth,
i hear chinese sounding music,
complaints in europe,
american confidence, often misplaced.

like myself, i cannot understand what i see,
but i didn't need to be in the chinese sounding music's
realm to know that.

Haikus

don't ever feel bad;
life can be too fucking short
for men and women

(composed at georgetown)
the wind is blowing,
i channel earthly powers
washington: blue air

(likewise composed at georgetown)
omniciant lights near,
city nights seem so vague, so odd,
too far from my dear.

sad noises are all
encompassing everwhere
i hear sadness

it finally rains
each drop a kiss from far above,
(where we are dust) heaven.

sad desparation feels,
like a cold tile floor
without footprints.


(and something fresh)
Woman! O Gertrude,
the demise of your son, let
you happen. O! Why?

sad buzzing in my ears

this is going to be the worst poem you'll ever read:
i hear everything,
and it's all sad.

-TD 8/16/07
fuck.

your soft features melt me

you have glorious cheeks;
your eyes are soft.

your heart is good.
your soft features melt me.




-TD 8/15/07
(just thinking of carly)

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f
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d
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sometimes;

but getting up isn't

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-TD 8/14/07
just playing with some ee styles...

12:31

company kept in solitude
music.
random lonely things happen,
kick ass,
to me.

just wait for it:
cell phone!
just listen to it:
gossip!
everyone is gone but us:
love




---TD 8/12/07
(random word poem)

poem on poem

You couldn't know I notice
But I watch you every day,
And the concerned concentration,
As you write in your notebook,
Is written all over your pretty face.
O! Erase my delicate soul,
Edit, alter your carefully chosen words,
For they warm my soul.




-TD, an oldie, but a goodie. 8/10/07

epitath on grass, not stone

i came upon a mound of grass,
all dirt and green,
some soul in the dew.

it's breath was warming,
calming,
it whispered to me:

"you will die alone,
but you will live in company."

the head stone was gone,
where it should of been,
written in the grass was

calming words




-TD 8/10/07

nightlights

i come from a bad home.

homes are not the people
that live together,
it is not their love,
or the love that isn't present.

a home is not where the heart is,
where it wants to be.
home is not you and me.

it is us and them,
and the dark furniture
that becomes leg hazards in the dark.

a good home has good night lights
to keep a friendly glow,
of the upstairs hall.

my father is snoring,
the nightlights are off.



-8/10/07 (uploaded, not written) TD

dew and midnight apples

the sun has set,
as i amble through the night.
an apple has fallen out of a tree,
at my feet.

the tall grass is wet,
the apple smells sweet,
the dew licks my toes,

and i miss your lips.





-TD 8/10/07 11:00pm