trebor reyd

trebor reyd Poems

Writing poetry
It isn’t nice I tell you
It isn’t flowers and kittens and butterflies
Oh, it can be…but not for me
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Emerald eyes
Tell me
Silken hands
Hold me
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Downtown
Canal Street
Backbeat to the rhythm
And blues
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Welcome to the Good News Channel
Let me introduce our illustrious panel
There’s smiling Betty your happy host
To bring you the best from coast to coast
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Cryptic psychotic
Tripped it hypnotic
Hints and slips
Thung thied lips
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My fears are not of you
Wanting me to behave for you
Dance for you screw for you
Expecting my blood, to fuel your soul
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I am 1400' under
the waves
crawling through tubular steel tendrils
wrapped full circle in my claws
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poets are painters
words as colors
forms for brushes
your ear their canvas
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I brought you to this
for a time to make me
enduring in name
a legacy secured
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Here I sit
Staring
Daring myself
To admit for once
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Beware of those who don’t conform
Stay in line follow the norm
Comply with all their expectations
It’s worked for many generations
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Please don’t call
I can’t take the news

Please don’t call
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At the touch of my fingers I send my heart to her
Target the sweetness that lay inside
Escapist arrows flung toward a goal of hope
My senses are keen yet my aim falters
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Intrepid traveler
Tepid unraveler
Secret raging man
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Pale blue eyes
See through skies
Glimpse of distant waters
Peeking through palm fronds
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Ready Aim Shoot
Auto focus
Freeze frame
Multi exposure
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trebor reyd Biography

Writing for about 7 years. Trying to get it all out, before it's too late. I write about life. It's all I know)

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Life As An Art Form

Writing poetry
It isn’t nice I tell you
It isn’t flowers and kittens and butterflies
Oh, it can be…but not for me

Its ups and downs
Wrong and rights
Trips and falls
Unscheduled flights
Of the cortex spin cycle vortex
Tornado like forces that filter and give
Sporadic glimpses of the lives I live
As the elevator sling shots pass the floors
Ejecting thoughts from behind trapped doors
Shoe boxes spilled of places I’ve been
Who I was were and what I was when
Symphonies of dis-chorded notes

WAIT…THAT”S IT

It’s jazz man
It’s life man
Full of strife man

It’s Dizzy blaring at 90 Miles an hour
Coltrane stepping to the edge of tones sour
Dissonant tracks on Byrd’s’ broken wings
Farlow and Django plucking at my heart strings
Harmonious playback of all of these things
That brings me back to today
Feeling this way

So if it’s all right with my pen
Let me play
For You

(©rad081508)

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