Biography of Lance Uppercutt
A Delaware born Californian. Living back in this personality devoid wonder. Poets are the few that concern themselves with learning to craft an image through precision of word arrangement...feels good to be amongst you all, MY KIND!
Lance Uppercutt Poems
Cuddles Or Snuggles
No hesitation of claiming this as I am But can't decide from two sides so fuzzy Most may shy but not this proud man Giving definition to our cinergy
A Fate Replaced Upon The Plate
We the little We the meat We the metal No names for our faces
Every winter I die Every spring I'm born anew But winter takes more Than spring gives you.
Thank You Jimmy Page
For the trickery with the bow string And that World War II noise making thing For carefully choosing the talent in the band Adhering to your vision, sticking to your plan
What's In The Nightly Sky
It's about to start, our ritual of nightly The moon is out but hidden so slightly The diamonds blink in on schedule brightly My brother and I wait there politely
Sweet Lisa Nichole Soul
Wisp of silk across her cheek below a light gaze A mounting strength from the darkest of baby blue days A wind swept glide as I imagine to kiss her Propped up by the two loves of sweet whisper
I'M A Scared Little Boy
Here we go with love again Love is the name we've given To the largest cavity inside Fooling boys with a foolish man pride
Where does one lose sight of being rationally flawed One step from human truth to stand in a perfect fog Perplexing my mind to injury a sloppy slap to reality Quickening anger of emotion in lieu of
Trench Of Retreat
To see the landscape The holes Extricated earth Fallen timber
Push Against The Pull
To convince one of truth is to convince you're a fake And to imply their lack of feeling an even graver mistake It's my lopsided awkwardness of being internally awake The sight of this parody of human they will take
Heart Of It
Hurry on to pass i ask, my lonely only wish A humble re-quest of a 'yes' and such is only this Underscored with denotation to emphasize assist One word written nervously a one word note 'insist'
Today my heart heard the song of a bird Drowning my daily din of dirge Warming the winter my soul tends to sing Transforming grey cold into rosy red spring.
Push Against The Pull
To convince one of truth is to convince you're a fake
And to imply their lack of feeling an even graver mistake
It's my lopsided awkwardness of being internally awake
The sight of this parody of human they will take
Of a tired clown confused for soul's sake
While juggling love along side a pin and a cake
Isn't the point to want a love different from our own
To recognize their presence in the heart of our home