Poems Galore The Fourwell Tour
German Alcala
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Poems Galore The Fourwell Tour
Poem Listing
Throw Another Stick Of Butter On The Skillet
[So Farewell]
I have lived with many things
Sadness and poverty a plenty
I have never dined like kings
But, never has my stomach been empty
You are trapped once more
Inside my hole of gloom
This is number four
But it won’t spell your doom
This is the last time
I mean it
Now, at my prime
I’ll leave it
As time has come
And etched my face
My soulful youth is dumb
But my youth is the base
To be so young and to try talents
Has led to people not bothering with me
Just imagine some minds clouted
For some teenager is writing these
So, I will go out with a bang
Oh screw it I’m not doing that
So, trust my coat will hang
For a teen is not a serious act
So prepare for the poems I tell
And the following gives me fright:
But, this is so Farewell
So love me tonight
[You Will Fade]
You know that with every second
Somebody feels unease
Because your long reign will end
For there is always somebody
Bidding their time
And speaking to an agency
So as to commit a crime
They are watching you
And collecting your money
They aren’t even few
No, they are many
Waiting and praying
For your fall already
You know you are not staying
Even if you say it’s duty
You will fade before you know
It will be sudden and quick
Into the wind your name will blow
No matter any clever trick
You will cry and weep
And do anything to stay
But soon you’ll be an old creep
Your “friends” will shoo you away
Whatever you do
And no matter the fight
Even if you become liker glue
The business has great might
You will fade from minds
You will be a penniless shmuck
You’ll be lost to new times
And no lady will want you to fuck
You’ll find new ways to
Pretend you’re still grand
But you have only boos
But you are like a grain of sand
One of billions who will come
And as quick as you came you fade
When somewhere some rich scum
Picks the next kid to take the stage
[Earth, Sun, and Moon]
So many conflicts in this world
Into situations one is hurled
Moon and Earth twist and turn
Around the sun so hot it burns
It’s a might fine star there
To which the Moon gives glare
For the Earth obsesses for the sun
But the Moon won’t forfeit and run
When the Sun exploded
Irises were deteriorated
Immediately Earth took notice
And abandoned the star Fotus
It ran to the Sun’s side
The Sun liked Earth’s stride
It gave Earth its life
But caused it such strife
The Sun does hurt
For that stupid flirt
Now Earth is abused
And being badly used
The sun decided something grand
To expand to a size past a thousand
It would stop Earth’s abuse
And expand the Sun’s kaboos
The moon becomes grayer
And so much more angrier
The moon was always there
Since Earth’s first flare
The moon is always around
Making Earth’s oceans a bound
The moon tries so hard
But cannot be the star
Of only Earth stopped
And looked over spot
To see a perfectly round moon
Who offers no gloom
[Shootin’ the Breeze]
Oh, a baby’s laughter
Don’t you wanna poke it?
Oh, with kisses you could smother
But think of it’s distress
A baby born into this Earth
Is so innocent and pure
But is tainted right at birth
By a grown man so sure
Little children are all convinced
That they will never fade
Young children are bliss”
Thinking they will never fall to shade
“Because we won’t”
You won’t?
“Of course we won’t”
Y’all won’t?
No, for there is life to expect
Once we grow up and ugly
We’ll have to worry for rent
But now we don’t live monthly
So, calm your nerves
And grab a lollipop
Forget learning verbs
For now we’re on top
We’re shootin’ the breeze
And having our fun
Just shoot the breeze
(Adult’s jealousy runs)
We’re children now
With only some chores
One day we’ll plow
Or be building doors!
So, just shoot the breeze
And enjoy childhood
Just shoot the breeze
And don’t bother to be good
[Ink’s Labor]
Since the start of time
Some have worked in grime
While others have worked in rhyme
To create pieces which will sustain time
While those who work in the sun
Are always on the run
There are those who have fun
Using a word like a grand gun
It is ink’s heavy labor, yes
What will make people happy is the guess
Sometimes with good word’s they’re blessed
But not before they’re distressed
The weight of empty paper
And then thoughts are only vapor
Is the hardest for the laborer
Simply to heavy is Ink’s Labor
Strange, exciting, and deadly
Is the labor to make people happy
Because you cannot go steady
And the labor makes you edgy
I am fascinated to see
What they write for me
How these pieces fill with glee
By the creator of that literary
Such happiness and accomplishment
Fills that labor of excitement
Giving paper its treatment
You should not easily repent
No matter the words written
Not even if they frighten
Or if a character is bitten
It is what their pride is in
That is ink’s labor
That is what is on paper
A person’s very private flavor
Given to a commentator
Ink’s labor is heavenly bliss
An ink worker all do miss
On paper anyone can flourish
There is always somebody to do this
[Change The World]
Oh, the sadness and poverty
To see all the trash on the floor
And all this holds legality
I cannot stand it anymore
To change the world I will
Simply trust I’ll find a way
With happiness the world will fill
Once I have my day
People continue to say
That everything is swell
That nothing went array
But a lie I’ll not tell
So, I’ll simply change the world
I hope you can stand up
Because I plan to change the world
So, will you keep up?
It will be rather sudden
So, do not be surprised
When of evil all is ridden
And my name’s been raised
[Darkened Soul]
Once upon a forgotten time
In land that has been lost
A child with a voice of chime
Whose skin white and frost
He each year grew a little more
And Each year saw more of life
Soon it was hard for him to adore
And his eyes now saw all strife
He saw the terrible people alive
And thought how horrible it was
But he vowed he would survive
Then to his suffering was a plus
His soul was darker and darker
With each passing day
His mind went wronger and wronger
In very single way
He tried to stop the process
He did his best to stay pure
But his heart was in pieces
And nothing was any longer sure
The boy was lost in the world we know
His soul was darkened beyond recognition
Into darkness the poor boy did grow
And to merely live on was his mission
Then a death occurred in his life
Both his parents who had tried their best
Who for him had endured such strife
Were now being laid to eternal rest
His world was shattered beyond his own sanity
It was not possible for this to have happened
Now, he lives in lonely world of profanity
His body and soul dark and dilapidated
His family forgot or ignores him now
Never did he take a moment to simply breathe
Now his soul is darkened to a point of wow
And to him life is now a Live or Die contest
[Porcelain Pieces]
I was wielded together by a wrinkled man
Of the whitest stone known to man
I was the pride of joy of my creator
A porcelain doll worthy of a theatre
I was shining in the sun shining into his shop
But to my happiness he quickly put a stop
The children came in every day and stared
Filled with jealousy the man would glare
Parents would be shocked at his reaction
And would not return to buy his dolls at auction
“You are bad for business I am to jealous”
He said and so he had an idea that him zealous
Back to his desk and worked for hours and for days
Testing his plan in so many ways
He soon had fashioned the tightest box on Earth
The most beautiful thing since my own birth
It was wooden and large in size
He took me just as the sun did rise
He stuck me in that wretched box
With the decorations I had talks
My creator had drawn many other dolls
Inside the wooden box’s bowels
I spoke with them for hours on end
My mind was gone and it’s messages did not send
One day I was changed from hands
I realized I was lost to time’s sands
I first saw light once more
When my box was on the floor
A child peered into the box and sneezed
For my dust had lifted with air’s breeze
I was locked and sealed once more
With my heart oh so torn
I conformed and lay in wait
Filled for my creator hate
Then I was tired of waiting
With my hopes deflating
I gave mighty solid kick
With my foot which wasn’t brick
I was broken with the longest crack
It burned at first up to my back
But I was free from the wretched box
And began to give walks
I left a strange home I was in
And came upon a can of tin
I looked up and saw the sky
I filled with the need to fly
I walked the streets that had changed
That timeless box was to blame
I was soon in pieces over how lost I was
I mended my dress with dirty floss
It was hard work to stay alive for days
But I found my own sneaky ways
Now, I lay here in porcelain pieces
I had been slow during a child’s recess
I had been flung and thrown from hands
Then left among the box of sands
I lay in the sun for hours hyperventilating
Oh, the thrill for me had been amazing
I had done what I had set out for
I had left that box’s door
I lay there for hours before I child came
With a lighter for a flame
Oh, I have never seen fire before
But had heard a story or more
Well, now I lay here in porcelain pieces
For human life has made me pieces
At least I had my good old fun
And had left my owner in a run
[Filling My Nails]
The sun is setting now
The trees are growing dark
You above and below
But can no longer find my mark
Feel my heavy breath
Brush against your neck
You spin around, short of breath
I have your senses in a wreck!
Turn your head from side to side
You won’t find me here
I laugh at your fear to take stride
Yes, I’m feeling off your fear
You are bidding out your time
And counting declining sales
Whilst I am perfect rhyme
And filling my nails
My nails so sharp and shiny
My fingers long and waiting
To squeeze your neck so tiny
And finish my own hating
I’m making sure to sharpen them
Before I give my grand pounce
I’ll terrify your brain stem
Until you merely speak in grunts
For I’m filing my nails
While sweat you head away
Yes, I’m sharpen my nails
Waiting for my killing day
[Historically Speaking]
The dirt was surely unbearable
And living long was impossible
This is historically speaking
Of beings who were reeking
Now, you know they did smell
Their hygiene wasn’t really well
You know they only bathed weekly
And they did live quite meekly
It took a while of filth and confusion
Before they fell away from the illusion
Then they began to build
And learned how to wield
A silly tent was created
Then ego was inflated
Then a pyramid was erected
And their pride was cemented
Then came along the Roman
Brutality was his only omen
He ruined, killed, and pillaged
Then fell, was forgotten, and aged
Soon came along an empire
Stronger than the world entire
They grew so massive
And so expansive
It was both Spain and England
Who both wanted the new land
It was Christopher Columbus
Who was paid to destroy us
With the new land claimed
It’s freedom was famed
A massive war was waged
Not won until all had aged
Now it’s been a hundred years
Historically speaking to your ears
What has changed? Nothing much
Only technologies touch
[Dream Universe]
I call upon the forces of the Earth
In something I’ve had since birth
It’s another plan of existence
Where there is no resistance
My power here is unlimited!
And all evil has forfeited
Now I am the only power that does exist
And sadness will no longer persist
So, grab yourself a helmet for the trip
From the landing pad the ship will rip!
For we are going into space
And abandoning the human race
We’re going into the shining stars
And passing even past Mars
Andromeda? We are going farther!
Oh, it’s getting darker
Just wait a moment for the stars’ shine
And slowly we discover that everything’s fine
Look at those strange planets what as site!
To think of Aliens gives us fright!
Oh, the ship is a little wobbly! No!
The main reactor is about to blow!
There we go, down, and down!
For our bodies will never be found!
CRASH, SPLASH, RIP!!!
We’ve finished our trip
But, we’re still alive somehow
To these creatures we do bow
They great us with the nicest faces
They entertain with their graces
And lead us to the main city
With our nerves becoming so gritty
But this is my dream land, so we’re safe
And for food we now crave
They entertain and feed us with glee
And happiness is all I can see
We
speak our problem with the ship
They decide it did not really rip
It’s just a slightly outdated gear
They fix what would take about a year
We are on our way with their well wishes
But we are truly in bliss’s
For now we are flying through the universe
At speeds that are almost perverse
The stars are dizzy just to see the speed
And to Earth we won’t retreat!
Yes, we are running into the Dream Universe
Towards places that could be perverse
But this is my Dream universe and full control I do assume
Any danger will simply serve to amuse
For we are not returning to Earth now with this ship
Yeah,
we’ll awake eventually from this grand trip
But for now just lose yourself to the Dream’s escape
And allow al you know to lose shape
Into the Dream Universe we must go ahead
In the Dream Universe we shall not bleed red
We are in the Dream Universe to explore and to wonder
In the Dream Universe we now can flounder
Just pick a planet to land upon
For we have all the time, and choices by the ton
Let us continue to explore through the Dream Universe
This is our new life for to Earth there is no reverse
We don’t care for now we have the powers of the Dream
At our finger tips for the rest of our lives to gleam
[It Was For Everybody]
This is a poem and it is my creation
But to thousands I will send this presentation
I have written before
But this is the last tour
However my efforts had use
It was talent I was given to use
All the work I placed
Into my poems so raced
Was for everybody to enjoy
It is an arsenal of words I deploy
They smash into you mind
And into your thought grind
I try my best to write this work
I often get distracted by a fork
However I shove my way through the maze
Of words to try and amaze
This effort is for everybody to gaze upon
And before you know it I’m gone
For this is the last time around
So my thoughts I made sound
With my poems out there and cemented
My thoughts have all been lamented
And that is all I have left in me
Me never again will you ever see
[From Mine Mind]
From my mind deep inside its bowels
You will find the strangest things possible
Which will scar many souls
For it is as exciting as a carnival
From mine mind you’ll see yourself
Distorted into an image I have made
And will redefine the way you see yourself
In my mind’s grand masquerade
In my mind you will see
The many things that you only imagined
For inside of me
Is insanity’s greatest passion
One moment you do stand in darkness
The next you are falling into peril
One moment you’re in light solace
The next you are in front of the devil
From my mind the sound of guns
Shatters across a quite night
From my mind a flooded river runs
And pigs take their flight
Lay your weary head to rest upon a stone
In a moment the stone has turned to dust
And into a volcano you’re being thrown
At the bottom you hit a platform of rust
Get to your feet as soon as possible
Before the grand Gila Monster eats you
Its speeds are simply impossible
And will cook you into stew!
Now, flee into the hills so dark
And avoid the Witch’s candy home
Upon the ground leave no mark
Or a hunt for you will embark
The sun is falling from the sky
And the oceans drown away the land
Out of my mine mind you fly
For you have seen mine mind so grand
[Stop Bitching]
They’ve been around since before Man
They’re never going to destroy the land
Stop your bitching just because your old
Stop bitching because they break your mold
Are you somehow jealous of the gay?
Or maybe you fear you are their way
Just stop your bitching and hatred
Before you convince me that like them you persuaded
Too much negativity is your greatest complaint
And when you see happiness you almost faint
Stop your bitching of innocent human beings
And lying about another man’s teachings
[When
Did The War?]
It started in a flash and never did we know
When our great country was given blow!
Now we are at war with a country far away
And the end is not coming any day
“The last of ours are leaving!”
I somehow find a hard time believing
“We are still here fighting!”
Now that is embarrassing
When did the war end you say?
“I think it ended yesterday”
No, they re still with their life upon a string
Waiting for Death to come and ring
“But a considerable amount are gone”
And you see it time to say we won
“Well, we are pretty close to the end”
But the media’s reports you did bend
When did the war end, my dear?
It hasn’t
I thought the last one was back here
He wasn’t
When did the war end, Grandpa?
It didn’t
Is that why I’m dressed in green?
I’d guess it
[My First Assassination]
(The Assassin’s Origins)
My father was a hunter of the best
And to be like I him I once did protest
My father bought me a beautiful gun
And into the forest we did run
It was covered in snow all around
And
through it could pass any sound
My coat was warm and helpful
My father had a coat of fur so dreadful
I was having quite some fun
Until my dad stopped in mid run
A deer stood tall in the forest clearing
It was so majestic and so endearing
My father took one look at the Deer
And decided it wasn’t his to commandeer
He looked at me and jerked his head
Ordering me to do something I did dread
I looked at the Deer so tall and proud
I couldn’t send it into darkness’ shroud
I found my finger pressed tightly on the trigger
And stared one more time at the Deer’s figure
I looked to my father and shook my head
And this was something he did dread
He walked over to me in such stealth
Took my gun towards the Deer of good health
My eyes opened wide and I couldn’t do it
My jaw was clenched and Dad took my hand
He trigger and very slowly squeezed it
And the noise shook through the land
My face was in tears and the Deer on the floor
It was a grand fear which my father did adore
I felt like a monster and my body shook
In anger I moved he gun my father’s life took
[Centuries Pass]
I was once a youthful soul
Now my life is so dull
I was once a young hunk
But from school I did flunk
I thought I was invincible
My vanity was impossible
I was the best there was!
Now my skin falls, it does
I was once bouncing
A ball from wall to wall
My presence announcing
Now my skin does fall
Yes, the centuries do pass
Soon you are brown grass
Time does come and go
As my hands turn to dough
My skin is no longer loud
But I still can be proud
For I lived past all those I knew
And now my irks are few
[The
Escape]
Dearest Harp was bon to a country of the free
He was convinced that he was in the land happiness
But great abuse he one day did see
And he grew in great fear of the society’s darkness
“Oh what a frightening place”
Do not fret for your life
“I wish myself I could erase”
It will be honorable strife
Harp’s father born and raised on a farm
His mother under the wing of the church
He easily did fool others with his charm
But with “Satanic” feelings he was cursed
Every day he lay in bed or sat at school
Thinking of how he would tell them
For any secret would ruin his yule
But he knew that his parents would easily condemn
The news was haunted by articles of them
His parents of his fellow beings like trash
They sat thanking God that their son was no Fem
And the sweat down Harp’s neck did crash
“I have to leave this dreadful place”
Harp convinced himself beyond a doubt
“They will never accept me with grace”
He decided that at night he would fade out
Your happiness is jeopardized and you have tried
You want you parents acceptance more than anything
But if you told them they would have cried
Escape, Harp, to relieve them of the burden they’re carrying
The moon was shining bright and huge in the sky
Harp looked at his parents one last time during dinner
And that night for freedom he did fly
For this was not the place for him to linger
Run like the wind! Harp and let the freedom take you whole
Harp, you have escaped from the persecution of the world
Your life from now on will be nothing but a ball
Into the loving arms of those like you you will be hurled
For you are the shining beacon and a story
For other youths like you to follow
To follow you into freedom’s glory
For you shall never be shunned below
That first night of freedom was cold and lonely
But you found a back ally that was welcoming enough
You threw out a blanket to make it rather homey
But of course the start would be quite tough
The next morning you smelled of cat urine and sadness
But you held no regrets for what you had done
You were one step closer to your absolute happiness
But soon your battle will be finally won
The first day was a blur and hot in search of refuge
You found a bar and club that was open wide
You had no I.D to show the man so huge
But you insisted you were on their side
Harp snuck around the back and just as night fell was in!
“I have arrived” he told himself with glee and pride
He was now with those people just like him
He was with the people who would forever stand at his side
“Hey,” Harp said as he found himself in front a man
He seemed nice enough and trustworthy
So, he would ask this man to help him plan
He gave good enough advice on a place of refuge
It was far away and the man told him he’d guide Harp
The night went on and the man grew rather drunk
He found another person to have under the moon so sharp
With Harp they left for the man’s home deep in the city’s funk
“The guest room” the man gave Harp keys to take
“I’ll take to your refuge in the morning, Harp”
For a certain reason a smile Harp had to fake
He saw the found man under the moon so sharp
Harp didn’t trust the man that he did not know
He guest room thinking “I have arrived”
In the blanket’s clean soft glow
Into the guest bathroom Harp did strive
Clean and tired he retired for the night
Until a few hours passed and he awakened
He could hear from the main house a fight!
It was between his friend and man founded
In less than a flash Harp was on his feet
Into the main house he did race
And blood curling screams were there to greet
Blood splattered across his friend’s face
The man founded was standing over his friend
He spun around to look to Harp
And then Harp did now comprehend
That he was about to get something sharp
What came next was one violent sprint
Across the large home of Harp’s friend
Running now from a knife’s sharp glint
Into dark halls in such a house grand
Harp had lost the man for only a few moments
Harp slammed himself into the bath
Nearby he heard the found man’s torments
And he saw a razor on the soap’s lath
Harp approached with dismay
He looked at it like an alien machine
Things shouldn’t have been this way
But of worries he might be clean
The grand escape was what he found
Escape from your problems, Harp
Of blood you’ll first lose a pound
It isn’t all that painfully sharp
He lay with God in only minutes
He was gone from the Earth filled with sorrow
Freedom is thine, Harp enjoy its limits
For you there is a brighter tomorrow
The founded man came to the bath’s door
He stepped inside with steady breath
Slipped on the blood upon the floor
And met with an angry justifying death
[Run Bitch Run!]
The darkness is settling in
And I don’t know if I’ll win
Stomach feels rotted within
And this is probably a sin
My head is reeling around
I can’t find a position for my head
Only one thought made sound:
Remember the teen article you read
It said you need to be thin
But now I want to cry
But think of what you’ll win
But it hurts just to try
Fine then just be fat for life
I will because I’m sane!
To be happy will be strife!
On my parade you can’t rain
Because you hate yourself
Think of all the people who will shun
And here I go again into it I will delve
So, Run Bitch Run!
Run away from your life!
You are fat and ugly now
But run for your life
And soon you will bow
For if you run enough
Your weight vanishes
If you are simply tough
You will heal the damages
If I do run
I will be young again
I’ll have my fun
After the blessed pain
So, run bitch run!
Run away from your hatred
Nobody can shun
A body so darn sacred
Now, I see the food
Look at it call my name
Myself I shall elude!
And have a tiny taste!!!
Run, bitch, run!
Run away from your food
Run, bitch, run!
Can’t even have a fruit!
You only make yourself cry
But, my stomach hurts too much
Now, honey you must try
Heaven I might just touch!
You must run, bitch, run!
Run away from yourself
At the end it’ll be fun
Put your pride on the shelf
Then people will love me
See me
Want me
Hear me
So, I must yeah run
Run away from myself
In the end I’ll have fun
Simply place self respect on the shelf
Now, my grip on reality is slipping
I don’t feel very good, oh I’m fainting
But just look: your body is slimming
Come on, we should go do some swimming
It don’t feel so good to be like this
It feels wrong and mean to my soul
But society wants you to look like this
To be slim is your only accomplished goal!
I don’t like this very much
Oh, just hurry up and run
Reality I can no longer touch
This really isn’t too much fun
I can’t feel my hands
I truly now can’t breath
But, you must do what society demands!
Oh, but now sudden death!!!
You wanna look good?
Just go ahead! Run bitch run!
You never understood.
Now in Heaven have your fun!
[Me Abandonaron]
El día que yo nací mi madre se me fue
Y de la felicidad yo nunca aprendí
Me encontré solito en un basurero
Y teniendo que robar dinero de un bolsillo
Mi pareja me abandono después de que nos casamos
Y desde ese tiempo yo vivo con los faunos
Me encantaba estar con ellos y de ellos escribí
Pero se ofendieron y se desasieron de mí
Hora, si yo me pongo débil sin una madrecita
Y me siento tan triste por la culpa de una fauna
Solamente imagina como me pondré
Si tú decides no publicar mi librote
[This Too Shall Pass]
Somebody killed my babes the other day
I was not even told to look the other way
My mother fell asleep and never woke
Then my spouse left me and I was broke
The world is said to have stopped spinning
And I see behind my back all are grinning
The world has gotten closer to the sun
This is too much and from life I want to run
I look into the eyes of people who dislike
I simply want to be in a beach so bright
Just having my same face is embarrassing
Now politicians are up to just depressing
A car crashed into my leg last night
I thought I had been thrown into flight
I thought that when I woke it be grand!
I’d be in a beach with white sand
Now I lie in this cold and dreary hospital
That was built somewhere in the state’s capital
I weep for hours and hours thinking of my life
Thinking of my never ending strife
The doctor wakes me up the next day
And says that I can go away
I look at him as he signs the release
And then my mind did freeze
Around my leg was wrapped a cast
This was surely the thing I needed last
“You shall never again walk over grass”
But he was wrong for this too shall pass
Just hours after my babes had been slaughtered
I called a morgue and a funeral I had ordered
When my spouse had left I had turned to ice cream
My mother passed I remembered her dreaded scream!
Just like then and now like now
I would not cry for a rib of sow
I would not crumble under life’s charade
I would prefer my own pathetic parade
The other day my babes were murdered
And my spouse for divorce had ordered
My mother was given up to God’s grace
But I shall maintain my own strong pace
Just like my babe’s short lives
And like my mother’s screams like bee’s hives
Like my spouse left after mass
This too shall surely pass
So, I’ll go home and lie in bed
Maybe have a good book read
I’ll eat a pint of ice cream
But out of sadness shall not scream
The days have grown longer and longer
My spirit has been getting stronger
Just like Rome this had passed
Because my strengths had amassed
The year is coming to an end
It had passed and to history would blend
I had my wine stored high above my head
When healthy I have no trouble to treed
I did not moan and did not whine
I stood up from my chair to the bottle’s shine
I walked away from that wretched chair
With my feet cold and bare
It too had passed I knew it would
It too had been just like it should
I am now searching for a new spouse
And my father still does bounce
My children are at quite rest
And my leg is at it’s all time best
I feel my strength has come back
For life won’t give me that final crack
[Man: The Strangest Thing]
I was flying on my space ship through the space
And I saw a strange solar planet’s race
I took my ship and went into orbit
And landed upon the planet’s moon to sit
I soon discovered their name for their on beings
It was Man. Who has the strangest teachings
They are Man. Oh, what a strange name
For I sat there watching them maim
They are sometimes speaking of peace and glory
While they film movies with scenes so gory
They kill one another in the darkest secrecy
Whilst they wage grand war and kill so easily
Man is simply the strangest thing I have ever seen
They are to each other so unbelievably mean
They surprise me with their strange ability to speak
To each other whilst they hate their diversity
Such different faces they posses
And so much pride they do express
With the fact that they are from
Another country in this planet’s slum
Man: the strangest thing to exist
Their ways of life I couldn’t resist
And that is why I wrote this letter
To tell you I am somewhere much better
[Throw Another Stick A Butter On That Skillet]
I’ve tried my best to be the son of parent’s dreams
Everything I do somehow, dreadful, seems
But I have grown sick of being told how to be
“I want to be myself” I now so clearly see
I’ve struggled with my own bodily shape
To look worthy enough to get raped
But you gotta know that this is simply who I am
So pass me that slice of yummy honey ham
I cursed my own soul and tried my best
How far I could go looking average I did test
I watched people’s videos for hours on end
And money on loose clothes I did spend
I taught myself to walk in a straight line
But I felt like a penguin slipping on the ice
So, I grew tired of the ridiculous self display
With your emotions I don’t mean to play
I tried to forget I had these silky white hands
And I stopped moving them upon command
I simply wasn’t speaking if my hands did not illustrate
So, I gave up on trying so hard to just imitate
I guess y’all got stuck with a happy me
Because a little average punk I’ll never be
I’ll play the game of life
In my own form of strife
Throw another stick of butter on that skillet
Because I’m tired of only raw millet
And take those gangly clothes to the Goodwill
Because my wardrobe they shall not fill
I tried to wear Converse, and even that placed strain
I tried a shorter type of hair, but prefer my grand mane
I tried to forget listening to the music of Margaret Cho
But to Hell I guess I’ll have to go
So, I guess I’ll be happy as just me
Some Average Bob I don’t want to be
I surrender to my flamboyant ways
And I’ll see only my own bright days
[Your Farewell Tour]
In the end of all things the people shall weep
But in this you are done reading that creep
In the end of all things: for those who adored me
A grand collection of poems is what you did see
This was the greatest Farewell Tour ever shown to Man
For in one single swoop this tour will tear through land
This was the story of a million different people here
In a couple language so it could farther endear
This was my first Farewell tour, but like Cher
To come back I will in a few years dare
This was the greatest Farewell in history
Because it was made for everybody
I have told the story of myself in full
Waiting for another to finally fall
So that my hungry self could step in
And of my mind that you really should be in
It was the story of three things at a time
Of the Sun, the Earth, and the Moon I did rhyme
Of youth’s quick way of passing
I somehow found myself here crying
I spoke of work and the Labors of life
Labor that is loved but gives strife
I spoke of changing the world and Man
And of a Porcelain Doll who had ran
I spoke of the deadly pounce I plan to give
And of past people who in other ages did live
I spoke of the adventures through the Dream Universe
And never once did these go completely perverse
I spoke of how much work I actually do
And of what my mind can give to you
I spoke of a great battle over equality
And our nation that shames quietly
I spoke of the assassin who is so scary
Did you ever imagine that he would
At one point be so caring
And how he did something no one should
I spoke of Harp so innocent
He tried his best t resist
But freedom was so near
That I wrote I’ll always fear
This has been my Farewell Tour
Please know that it is yours
That is the beauty of this art
That the ink shall seep into many a heart
This has been the final deploy
My words shall not be destroyed
Thank you, for joining me
Maybe one day an award will be
This has been my Farewell Tour
And the award will be yours
This has been the final time around
Now I think it’s time for silence to be sound
Thank You
Dear Reader,
German Alcala and Poems Galore
Alright, since this is my final time going around with the Poems Galore collection I thought it was only fair to add a small letter to letter to y’all… whoever y’all might be that is.
I started writing these poems about... two years ago when I first read Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven in its entirety, and that is what started the work on Poems Poems Poems Galore 20 Poems You’ll Simply Adore. Even though Maya Angelou is one of my Mega-Inspirations, but I’m not black or female (which is why Maya Angelou writes) so I found myself being inspired into poetry by Edgar Allan Poe.
Through which I began the stories of a Porcelain Doll (metaphor for a woman in a bad relationship), the story of an Assassin who kills his own father then is killed after taking a cheating wife from her home and killing her, and the river of complaining that a lot of these poems have been.
Oh, and poor harp was just one of those poems that you have to write or you’ll die. Alright, I have to give the back story on The Escape. It was one fucked up dream! It was this kid whose parents always badmouthed homosexuals, he was gay, and he decided to run away because he didn’t have the courage to tell his parents by himself. So, he went and he slept in dumpsters and had to really go into the underbelly of society in which he found this guy at a nightclub who told him “oh I’ll take you to a gay sanctuary where they’ll take you in”, and Harp was so excited go, but his friend found a guy to go home with, and the guy killed him, and the rest is poetry, and I woke up covered in sweat because I was in the dream in a first person kind of view, so, I was being knifed to death by a stranger, I was cutting my wrist one moment, and slipping on a pool of some kid’s blood the next! It was just stuck in my head until I got it out on paper, and it took me three weeks to write the whole thing! But that’s enough about The Escape.
After the first Poems Galore it became much nicer to write poetry and I was soon forgetting how to write full length stories all together! I was so over the moon of how well I thought I did in the first Poems Galore that I wrote a second one Poems Galore 2.0.
While I was writing that collection I realized just how badly I had done the first one! So, I went back to my Angelou and Poe roots and I began reading a lot more poetry during which I took advantage of my summer to really just sharpen my blades with poetry.
So, I was once more convinced that I was hot shit even though I was just… lukewarm diarrhea. I went ahead and I wrote a third Poems Galore Collection which paid homage to Michael Jackson with a title such as Poems Galore Threeller.
Finally the Poems Galore Era seems to have come to an absolute end with the lavish collection you just read Poems Galore The Fourwell Tour you know just like Cher… four years ago. So, you can trust that come Summer 2011 you’ll see my return, because, Cher just took a break and is like doing a show a day or something in Las Vegas, but this letter is just dragging on isn’t it?
Yes.
Thank You For Having Read
-German
Thank You, for even looking through these poems, and spending your time to interpret my works. If you for some reason have not read the other Poems Galore I don’t really recommend them. No, they can be found at Smashwords.com/Germanalcalasahagun along with stuff that isn’t poetry, and a list of books that I hope to be expanding all the time!
German was born in Los Angeles, California. He is thirteen years old and if he could eat and never gain a pound he’d stop eating (even though for the sake of dieting he already did)! He is also thoroughly convinced that his eyes are getting lighter with age and that he should be seventy pounds lighter. He can be found ranting on about his lack of weight loss in Twitter as @ConceitedPerson… did you think I would be under any other username? Not bloody likely!