Disorder...
front line,
wasted ash-
drifting in the
river,
with a
rat
race
motorboat,
stick you up-
tear it down,
motherfucker-
to the ground,
spinning in
The cloud
overhead --
as the arrow
cuts ...
bread from
Banquets,
lie resting
their tired,
hot
browser --
flashes ...
out of service
across
the
desert,
looking for
a nickel
buried with
dimes- no time...
puff twice,
left pass -
whiskey
from a broken
glass,
demons dance
into the night-
unaware
of hidden
shadows...
Ron Walker
#acid_shoes
Momentary Lines
I’m not a poetic prophet
Nor do I build with
Pointed verse,
My words are cold
And brittle
Like phantoms
Singing in a hearse-
Nothing here to see
Except refracted
Melting signs,
Accidents can happen
But we try not to
Be sublime
My stitches turned to ash
And sprinkled life
Upon the page,
Sun began to laugh
As moonlight tripped
Across a hidden table-
I rubbed my eyes in shame
Whenever spirits
Started spilling sacred blood -
They whispered to the
Thirsty ghosts
But got misunderstood
Tangled up in silence
As though my mind
Has been set free,
Twisted poems are
Living
Inside this darkness
Trapped by me-
Distorted lines
Hang low below a
Fading wisp of light,
I tried to get here sooner
But the moment wasn’t right
Ron Walker
#acid_shoes
Photo taken by Christopher Folta
Jury Duty
Tangled up
Inside these
Murky thoughts
Without a doubt,
‘Tis no surprise
To find that you’ve
Already gone-
A blade to
Throw myself upon
Bleeding softly
Building a rage,
I’ve come untied-
Escaped my
Cage,
Droplets of blood
Fall from hand to
Earth,
Wounds with meaning
Know their worth
Screaming from beyond
A veil of silence,
‘Twas another scene
Of violence -
Saturated
And
Delighted,
What wouldn’t die
Lives to be wiser
Sitting here with
Blade in hand
Dripping poetry
Upon the sand,
Above me are those
Painted skies-
Scarlet stars
To coincide
Ron Walker
#acid_shoes
Red Winter
Bring those wasted
Moments into
Clarity,
Another viewpoint
Could certainly see
Through the lies I’ve
Told myself over and
Over-
Rooted deeply as the
Truth could ever be
Who’s to say which
Is right
Or wrong
Most times it’s
The annoying one
Which receives most
Attention,
Nothing interesting
About the rest of
Us in this room,
Writing lines and
Smoking,
Thinking about that
Last
Time
We saw you around,
Walking slowly
and talking
In a unique
psycho babble tongue,
Your various
Personalities mingling
With each other and
All of them trying to get a
Couple of sentences
Out simultaneously-
Hard to tell
Which one
Of you
Ended up winning,
But ‘twas entertainment
At its best
Shining brightly as
A beautiful beacon to
Strange humans
Your aura attracted
Weirdos like a magnet,
All just wanted to
Be a little closer
But porcupine quills
Were a main defense
System-
Second to blistering
Sarcasm dripping
From smiling lips,
An atrocity for sure,
Respect is earned
Not given,
Demanding nothing
In return
Except loyalty
And honesty
Those cold winds of
Yesterday are
Chilling indeed
As my heart is becoming
Black and heavy-
Ice forming around
The brittle edges
Breaking off in
Tiny bloody shards
Which fall into the
Chasm,
Scattering my tattered
Soul across
A frozen
Red Winter...
Ron Walker
#acid_shoes
I’m from the south so I was confused and disappointed about what candygarden turned out to be 🤷🏼♂️ still remember it like yesterday. And still not happy about it either lol
😂 😂😂
One day, you’ll stop checking who stayed and start noticing who never made you beg.
That’s when healing becomes quiet.
Not because you stopped loving— but because you finally understood you were worth choosing, too.
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Above and beyond the see, the so called
leaders of the free world proceeded with
false flags flying and ever conspired to
murder and illegally acquire resources
where the profits spoke and roll of the
dice sacrifices were offered up with swap
out sterility amid the purges of ever
burgeoning responsibility.
Gasp
Following those flaming
Cinders floating
Onto the icy
Lake below,
I find a blackened
Trail leading
Away from
This war zone-
Demons extinguished
That glorious ball of
Burning souls
Flying recklessly
toward a dying
orb
Of time-
Charred angels
Screaming with
One last breath as
Whispering
shadows enveloped
Their brittle wings-
None
Escaping
This present
Demise
A bloody devil
Drags his last
Ragged gasp
Into shredded gills,
I shudder
Then witness
his struggle
Ceasing -
There is no
Rest nor peace
For the
Living
Gods...
Ron Walker
#acid_shoes