Archive for ‘Kyle’

February 18, 2018

Sheltered Rhymes

by K. T. Dibert

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

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December 21, 2017

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

by K. T. Dibert

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

December 21, 2017

Poetic Junkies

by K. T. Dibert

Original KYLE T. DIBERT, DECEMBER 20th, 2017:

…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high

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October 8, 2017

One More Burned Out and Innocently Gone

by K. T. Dibert

There’s miles ‘till dawn –

Even the moon’s moving on.

Another day, another song;

One more burned out and innocently gone.

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May 20, 2017

waiting for the rain

by K. T. Dibert

never felt so uncomfortablein all of this life
as this drunken woman
to tried to touch me,
I wanted to exit the situation
exit the world
this life

lost the drugs

the girl

the will to live, even

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May 10, 2017

do not disturb the angst-ridden bard who shouts profanities out of windows, cars

by K. T. Dibert

On a different plane of existence
Where pain is more ubiquitous
Than transient worldly pleasure;
And even in these times tripping through lovely leisure,
I try, in vain, to please her: I think to leave her
By leading her to lead bellies, sad livers, and city lights.
While we kiss & touch & live through vivacious, dead
Prophets we’ve not yet met, and seething
With regret, dead-set on traversing, tiredly
Toward a heaven in a cage with cold days spent
Teetering between rhyme and centuries out of mind
While you dance your fingers down my spine

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December 22, 2016

in love I once was

by K. T. Dibert

fearless I am, yet fear encumbers every ticking second of time.

dead I am, but love of verse permits limitless rhyme.

in pain I am, though the days will expire,

like the forest or the woods, the abandoned town in a grapevine fire;

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July 15, 2016

Just a Book

by K. T. Dibert

Was it my choice,

As a boy, to be this way;

To wake up every day,

Speak my mind –

Say what I say?

Am I just an actor

In another’s play?

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July 13, 2016

Come the End

by K. T. Dibert

Come the end, for I am ready;

Come the end, the world is heavy.


Lest I lie, or lest I leave,

The best of me

I will retrieve.


But if I breathe tomorrow my last,

And today is only

A thing of the past,

I will remember

The world and all its contrast:

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July 13, 2016

After a Wave Had Crashed

by K. T. Dibert

And the green leaves


And cascaded down

Like a picturesque

Waterfall of

Playful emotion;

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July 10, 2016

An Angel

by K. T. Dibert

Some say,

An angel was sitting in the passenger seat;

Sometimes, I believe it, too.


Some say,

The good only goes for so long;

The well will dry up soon.


Whether it rains or shines,

Someone is on my side:

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May 22, 2016

The Center of the Universe Again

by K. T. Dibert

Amid the foliage and BrownsOf life’s ups and downs

Past the vibrancy

Of yesterday’s toil
In vacant bar rooms,

In absent minds

Like the heroes of a

forgotten cause—

the lost generation
Listlessly muttering by-gone

Aspirations for the new age;

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February 21, 2016

The Love’s Gone Stale

by K. T. Dibert

The love has gone stale
Like a beached whale.
Sitting in the sun,
Not loved by anyone;
I played the game –
What a shame that was.
You were here, and then you were gone.
Where do I belong?

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February 20, 2016

I Was Once Young

by K. T. Dibert

I say “I’m depressed.”
He replies
“Well, undepress yourself;
Come to the court with the ball and the women.”
I look away listlessly,
Knowing the drugs are gone –
They have fled.
The bottles are sadly empty;
Empty cans riddled
The window sill.
The window pane
Screamed with dusty odium,
As the sun gleamed with antipathy,
The people
With cars sped by
Going nowhere;
Perhaps to heaven
Or perhaps to hell

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February 19, 2016

I Must Remember

by K. T. Dibert

I must remember that I am human;

I am able to be broken, manipulated –

I am malleable in the most stubborn of ways


I must remember the spaces between friends;

I need not have someone at the doorstep

The night through while I sleep


I must remember the pain I once felt;

I must remember the joy I once had.

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