700 level with the 76ers

Boo this man,
   Who walks in our house,
       With a Celtic shit on,

Boo your brethren,
    Your rich
            and your poor,

Boo your championships,
        In football,
             In hockey,

Your basketball team sucks,
   Its old,
       And decaying,

We'll point
   and we'll cheer,
        to drone out your furry,

Not in this house,
   Will you go UN-noticed,

      We'll boo you to death,
              And call you Justin Bieber

What Love Ain't

People say love,
           is animalistic,

    What lustful sluts,

Others say love as understanding,
            through decades of compromise,

       Quit being the bitch,

Love is a parasitic emotion,
                 which there is no cure,

Were all just awaiting an outbreak,
                                             to be tamed.

The Law

friends help friends, 
  with daily challenges,

people help people,
   with common courtesy,

businesses help business,
   with selected services,

parents help children and grandparents,
    to grow up,

This is the law........

    Lawsuits follow,

                 those who do not comply.

Winning

Bad teams,
         Never win,

Unless they have a hero,
                                 To lead.

Free Fall: Image

This is a picture I drew for the poem free fall.  Unfortunately I do not have a scanner so this picture must suffice...

See "Phase 9: Circles"  for the poem


                             Till Monday have a good weekend...
                                                     Brian Vincent

Economic Turmoil

Automatic,
       Robotic,
  C-E-O,
Shuttin us down,
                   This town,
There's nothing left to resale,

Problematic,
             Asthmatic,
       Fools,
             Lining up for a cure,
Too bad.
       Your moneys no good here.

Hooray with me,
           The hell with you attitude.
Open that window,
        Let society through,
                                                    *2 :|
Diplomatic,
                    Anesthetic,
         Words,
              Numb minds for days,
Until,
      An economic melt down,

Heroic,
         Iconic,
Sons,
      Are all jumping from planes,
Today's,
          A sacrificial blood storm,

Hooray with me,
           The hell with you attitude.
Open that window,
        Let society through,                                                    *2 |

Words

Life is words,
   like a story,
     hundreds of pages long,
 that awaits a soon to be released sequel,

Or a well defined classic,
  with a definitive ending.

For most a entire book would mean,
               too much fluff,
 in between the triumphs and failures,

 Short stories or articles might suffice for most,
    but then again of these words were defined wisely,

would you even need that?

   A paragraph,
      A sentence,
         A word,

Or what about a pile,
   organized or not,
     from beginning to end,
     a discombobulated story emerges,

    If you could write this life,

Would you whisper it to your family,
          Or shout it out loud for all to read?

Footprint

Footprints,
    Litter the sandy beach,
  Where young lovers,

       scurry,

This flirtatious fest,
    of mixed emotions,
constantly attracting,
    and unraveling,

       like waves,

Dissolves,
      in time,
         from the moon and the sun.
         

           

College Graduates

Organized

   Yet spontaneous,

With debt,

   Like a mountain,

Materialistic in nature,

  But forced

             into a minimalist cage,

Prepared,

   For a single purpose,

The future,
   A foregone conclusion,

A job,
    unattainable,

Their security,

   paid in blood,

Awaiting,
   a bells toll,

But Freedom.

   Doesn't ring,

This happiness,

   is Forced,

In Blissful ignorance,

Because

   Education,

       Is unfounded,

Sigh

A working world passes like a sign wave
                                                      roller coaster,
Building
  Sunday to Wednesday,


      awaiting that
           
         
                 sigh of relief....................










 that welcomes Friday
    like a long lost brother.

Scratch That

revisions revise our daily lives,
       take note,
and revoke your bias lines,
replace,
       you and i,
  with improved lies,
       now that experience and hindsight are on your side.

Reality TV

A rhythmic taping,
These keystrokes keep yapping
Replacing our vocal chords,

No longer alone,
In this secluded world,
Always connected to an external spectrum,

The bass kick in,
Musics best friend,
An annoyance brought on by neighbors,

Thumping slowly,
Like a erratic heartbeat
awaiting life's next verse,

 A tumbling from below,
the basement echos,
cleaning the rags of our daily lives,

A buzzer shouts out,
footsteps race around,
completing their daily chore,

At the outside window,
A cat sits happily,
breaking from its street survival,

This reality,
unfamiliar to it,
has become its favorite show.

Daylight Bombing Raids Awake

Wait,
    Till Morning..................

Can't you see
       I'm Sleeping.....

         Blue Skies
                    They paralyze
                                   My weary mind                                       
                                                       Awake....
          A sunrise,
                  May it burn your tears way....


                                                                Nightmares exist in this reality