My City,
I love her,
after a night rain her streets shine,
like hair after a shower,
cherry blossoms,
bring color to her cheeks,
with luscious greenery,
she holds elegance in every breath,
I hear her sing in the wind,
to the beat of traffic,
she's got a flavor,
like industrial nutmeg,
I can't escape her embrace,
her face found familiar,
I love her,
Portlandia.
YEAR ZERO
About the author (from original document) Nicknamed Popeye at an early age. My name is Jeffrey Gardner. I grew up in poverty in SE Portland, foster homes, mental hospitals, jails, and the streets. I'm a multiple felon and I don't claim to be innocent. This compilation of poems is my work during my first year of recovery from drug addiction. my rebirth.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
faint & brittle (March 29th, 2004)
I was down and out... hopeless,
trying to find a way to... cope with this,
all my mistakes... go uncorrected,
my vein still aches... where I once injected,
madness floods my mind with pain,
thirsty for love... I pray for rain,
faint & brittle, a withering rose,
picked apart by vultures and crows,
seduced by pity...
in the deep dark city,
all my mistakes... go uncorrected,
my vein still aches... where I once injected.
trying to find a way to... cope with this,
all my mistakes... go uncorrected,
my vein still aches... where I once injected,
madness floods my mind with pain,
thirsty for love... I pray for rain,
faint & brittle, a withering rose,
picked apart by vultures and crows,
seduced by pity...
in the deep dark city,
all my mistakes... go uncorrected,
my vein still aches... where I once injected.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Unknown (March 27th, 2004)
An unknown author
is famous
only to himself
a faceless voice
a shadow with a pen
his words
are like orphans
left behind
without answers
he could be
sitting right next to you
on the bus
writing
about
not existing
is famous
only to himself
a faceless voice
a shadow with a pen
his words
are like orphans
left behind
without answers
he could be
sitting right next to you
on the bus
writing
about
not existing
Monday, July 09, 2012
i (March 26th, 2004)
I toss my thoughts
into the depths of darkness
like pennies into a well.
I caress my dreams
in poetry and find freedom
in a jail cell.
Be free to write as if there
were no lines on the pages.
I gaze through the bars
like wild lions in cages.
What we do...
That defines who we are...
we do alone.
I need only
to close my eyes
to be home.
My sight is limited
to that in which I choose to see.
I find in the end
who I want to be...
Me.
into the depths of darkness
like pennies into a well.
I caress my dreams
in poetry and find freedom
in a jail cell.
Be free to write as if there
were no lines on the pages.
I gaze through the bars
like wild lions in cages.
What we do...
That defines who we are...
we do alone.
I need only
to close my eyes
to be home.
My sight is limited
to that in which I choose to see.
I find in the end
who I want to be...
Me.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Smile 2wice (March 25th, 2004)
Happiness
is a choice.
I laugh so hard
I lose my voice.
My distorted smiles
come at a price.
2 smile like you
I must smile twice.
Fishing for pleasure
with a miserable worm.
feeling hooked
I started to squirm.
is a choice.
I laugh so hard
I lose my voice.
My distorted smiles
come at a price.
2 smile like you
I must smile twice.
Fishing for pleasure
with a miserable worm.
feeling hooked
I started to squirm.
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Phoenix (February 5th, 2004)
A place far and in between
I am waiting in despair
for the grand blue of the sky
to once again be above me in its open beauty
I am no animal
I know love I know peace
cry your gritty tears
beat on
the world with a fury
full of regret
broken
forgotten
betrayed
Arise from the ashes
in the form of vengeance
a fiery phoenix
a DEAD man
plots his horror
for those that prematurely buried him
I am waiting in despair
for the grand blue of the sky
to once again be above me in its open beauty
I am no animal
I know love I know peace
cry your gritty tears
beat on
the world with a fury
full of regret
broken
forgotten
betrayed
Arise from the ashes
in the form of vengeance
a fiery phoenix
a DEAD man
plots his horror
for those that prematurely buried him
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Nipple (January 20th, 2004)
The essence of ecstasy
rests in your hands
say what you want
& I'll fall to your demands
Soft moans
make every kiss mean so much
& oddly enough...
you tickle from my touch
the kind of passion
that make the walls sweat
left hungry for more
no room for regret
hour... after... hour
your flesh I'll devour
dragging my bottom lip
up your inner thigh
now do we
see eye to eye
so? do you understand
or is it still too complex
I want to make love to you
sex
nipple 2 nipple
neck nibbles
whats in the middle
o' she giggles
rests in your hands
say what you want
& I'll fall to your demands
Soft moans
make every kiss mean so much
& oddly enough...
you tickle from my touch
the kind of passion
that make the walls sweat
left hungry for more
no room for regret
hour... after... hour
your flesh I'll devour
dragging my bottom lip
up your inner thigh
now do we
see eye to eye
so? do you understand
or is it still too complex
I want to make love to you
sex
nipple 2 nipple
neck nibbles
whats in the middle
o' she giggles
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