Summer Time Poet

[summertimepoet]

Izzy Lizzy Tizzy

Hey Izzy Lizzy Tizzy

Face me with those thin parched lips

Curl them into a grin and a slight shake of hips

And pierce me with your somewhat slanted eyes

Let’s grab a double cheeseburger and some shake shack fries

Sport that mole on your chin like you’re worth it

I don’t mind gazing upon that all afternoon one bit

And then let’s not be mad at each other

For our silence speaks volumes for one another

My Izzy Lizzy Tizzy

Don’t be all freezy

Have a fizzy

And let’s be cheesy

Together

Don’t be worried, don’t be hot

Simmer down, I’m not calling the shots

Not asking if this feeling is driving on a two way street or not

Just wondering if your heart is still shut

So blast me with your cutesy laugh and dirty jokes

That’s the side of you that I much rather prefer

The one that rolls her eyes at my stupid inhibitions

Unbeknownst to you, that is my mission

To embark upon that particular look

Izzy, I’m not stupid, I’m just hooked

My Izzy Lizzy Tizzy

Come back here, I missy

Don’t be angry no more, pleasey

So let’s be cheesy

Together

Written 26th July 2018

A.

[summertimepoet]

SALI LA BE

I used to think you cared

So much so that it hurts more than I can vex

A single thought? A single concern?                

But no, you left me to burn

En isolation, traipsing through my mind, I churn

Looking for a bleak reason, I yearn

Left to define our friendship

At the end to discern my hardship

Was to bear no fruit, undone

Because you never had any concern

For me, so I ask myself at your altar

On my knees

Why do I agonize over you?

When you don’t have a clue

Baffles me a friend would have none

Only to realize you never were one

 Travel back in time maybe

When we hung around throwing wishes at a willow tree

Traversing this little city of ours

Under the neon lights of the New Years

Losing our way, finding us together

Roaming through the streets to please our hunger

Laughing over sipping our ice lemon teas

Hurtling through the crowds to stand near the seas

To witness the illumination of the evening sky

With a thousand blazing lights shooting by

Happy as we were

Happy we could have stayed

Alas it was never meant to stand - the test of time

Since you were never my friend, you were never mine

I will not ask you why you shut me

I will not ask you, I won’t be free

This ink is my outlet of grief

Over this friendship that was brief

Have you buried me into the depths of your mind?

Or was I a breath that left your soul as soon as it had shined

Upon you that I no longer was a vice

No longer to make you feel nice

About your dainty faults

About your daily moans

Is this the end of our fortune?

For me to break off my cocoon

My tears are not waterfalls

It is the silence that caresses and crawls

In a desperate attempt to seek your eye

No wonder you don’t see, you and I were never ‘we’

Written: 7th April 2017.

A.

[summertimepoet]

ALIVE

When the glow of the first sun breaks

Shining in all its glory

Ablaze and fiery

Illuminating your soul

Piercing your heart

With an iron blade wrought of coal

Do you feel the disregard, blithe?

Only then are you alive

Embrace life

Are you alive?

I am, am I alive!

 I feel life coursing through my veins

Rushing through in merriment like a runaway train

A feeling forgotten in gloom

Never felt off in many a moon

Surely a dream if not a nightmare

For it’ll be the latter if I do wake up

Lord, then let me sleep

Lord, then let me keep

The illusion of this trance

Let me not return to realities’ ember

Lord let me slumber

Written on: 26th September 2015

A.

[summertimepoet]

MORTAL GODS

Fear of the unknown keeps man within his boundaries

Faith instills that fear within us

And we crouch, head bowed nonplus

For we are food for worms

And that reality is too subtle to learn

So we hide behind the illusion of faith

Created by man, on the eighth

And if we could rise above the deceit

Could we lose the facades?

For the world is filled with mortal gods.

Who do we blame?

For we all share the credit

So machinistic in our approach

We forget the darkness laid around in arcs

We see, but we can’t embrace light

Dissolved in a pool of gloom, our plight

But it isn’t too late to rebel

To lay down the Holy Ghost

Rip up from the root, the frauds

I ask, can we beat the mortal gods?

Written on: ~January-March 2014 (Unsure)

A.

[summertimepoet]

HOMELESS

The evenings ominous, supple as water

The nights dark, black as a tunnel

Still, the rebel takes flight

Homeless about, I wander

Homeless about, I search

 I’m aboard tomorrow

Living life today

The path has become my destination

Homeless about, I roam

Homeless about, I seek

 My life’s on my shoulders now

I rove wherever the trail takes me

Carried by a sea of drops

The struggle, my rush

My heart, driven by it

 I am me and I am no one in particular

God, I am homeless

God, I am home all over

Written on: 6th September 2013

A.