February 2012
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Ollie Kaufmann
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January 2012
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...i be ok. Project released!
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December 2011
3 posts
Ollie Kaufmann- Kaufmind (Official Music Video) →
I Be OK →
Poetry brought me to rap.
Single. Mixtape drops Dec. 31st.
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@OllieKaufmann
October 2011
1 post
Thoughts
when I look at my face
and listen to the voice which talks as I write or type
I am struck with immediate sadness
a boy just learned enough to think
convultes his mind with
nothingness
thoughts which do no good but
write poetry
write nonsense
write
I hear the play of rapid flutes
i know it is because of my friends music
itd make a better story if it wasnt
if it was from somewhere...
September 2011
1 post
Stuck
God lives next door
the walls are just thick enough
to stop the words
but pass the music on
I find myself
pounding fists pounding walls
asking to either hear it all
or nothing at all
God pays me no mind
At night my dreams swim in his
or hers, Im uncertain
waking up hurts like leaving a loved one
If only I was making this up
the boundaries of fiction are bent
by those who brave to...
May 2011
1 post
the analogy
infinite in its depth
of time and space walking back into itself
knowing this face for many a year
perhaps at first while staring amongst the stars
psuedo psychedlic and quasi hallucination
comforting such as death rest like breathless
from eyes closed form shiftless shapless
and colorful contours bleeding and staining
and kissing with scents of clarity
a comforting scratch of the back
...
April 2011
1 post
basking in joyful tears of the suns (NPWM 1/30)
Snapshots
When the sun starts to cry
The firsts drops feel like
pure
in all senses of the word
and senses of world
pour
like buckets of fluff to be jumped in
and thrown into the air
as more teardrops start to fall
and the sun starts to weep
glorious and golden pillows of
pure
happiness
March 2011
3 posts
while I breathe
I am looking for you.
Broken tree limbs murder the sky
No reply I yell your name
Die nigger die.
Because everything’s racial in America
Even the desperate plea for you from me
I am looking for
Eyes closed breath slow in nose
Out mouth no doubt you are there.
I just want to grab
Reach with what I feel with
Feel this and throw some back harder.
I pray I’m not talking to myself to myself.
It hurts...
feelings
I want to give a shout out to all the cutters
The feelers and wanters
The cryers for a heartfelt day
Who are tired of breathing for breaths sake
Heart pumps blood that isn’t meant to be spilt
But needs to sometimes
Because fuck it,
the tears don’t cure what they used to
When all I want to do is scream
To break this façade we like to pretend is real
I turn up the volume on the silence which...
One year.
Imagine god gave you binoculars
Of which you could see horizontal in both distance and time,
and as she placed them into your hands and you onto your face
you see a sight you can’t explain,
it makes you happy
you think,
it makes you curious certainly,
causes questions about life, loss, and love that you have never
thought about,
thought about it everyday after you saw that sight you did,
until one...
December 2010
2 posts
morning quickie: fuck time
when time no longer treads
but yearns to be forgotten,
the tick-tock tip-toeing to the top
and swawndiving into a splendid suicide,
it is the mind which goes first,
leaves and branches off into the unexplainable
the imaginitive and the real.
Find some one who can leave with you
treat time for nothing more than the trick
it loves to be
and love to be
alive.
September 2010
2 posts
Midnight Thoughts
Little lily lovebird chirped at the midnight shine
Of the moon that always lie heavy in the sky
Cold but sweet, sweet and low, lily sang aloud
With elation jumping from her song.
Little lily lovebird wants to dance while she chirps
And fly and twirl without a care in the world
Ever more closely she ascends through the dead of night
Little lily lovebird fly home.
Our Time Space: Intuition
dedicated to flying lotus and influenced by the one and only you
t
he nostalgic tones of a spring water symphony
splashed the inside of this boys drums with a patter patter
that sounded like the runner who found solace in the rain.
Kiss me! He screamed lips perked to the Gods,
Not to his surprise Chaos beckoned back,
fluidly as she did so.
Drinking from chandelier daggers of...
August 2010
1 post
Kiss me
Tired clothes was the way they rolled
more often they way they walked
Those days
rolling was a luxury.
Greener than the world would ever be
each progressive day they found themselves
lathered in the air that doesn’t breathe so well.
Serenaded by a familiar sound
of the woman they’ve all come to love.
She has tip-toed to the tip top of terror
walking a fine line
and may I say finely walking that...
July 2010
3 posts
Unusual Usual Suspect
I once dreamt of green eyes atop a tall building,
peering like the sun through a shattered sky,
wind blew as lips perked,
red
and rich,
which her green eyes usually exemplify.
Im certain these particular eyes grinned at me
for I couldn’t help but smile back
dreaming blurred while realness cleared
and creases formed along the outskirts of both faces
a true compliment to this...
For the goldfish we all killed: I can't explain...
His name was Alfred
and I killed him.
A young summer day
a young boy
and carvinal day hysteria
blended by dry heat and salty asphalt
flamable grass and horses food
a day of such caliber
when one closed thier eyes
spoke in the beautiful tounge of
negligible pain and hapless wonderment.
It took me seven dollars and the hand eye coordination
of a six year old to win alfred
and so I did
...
And from the Darkness
nights sometimes bleed a grotesque sound
deep laughs swallow sickening thoughts
the result
six words of ambiguos disdain
it hurts like flying with bruised wings
when pinkies and fourths are confused
and firsts are forgotten
nevertheless
from the nights never had
the words never said
the memories never made
irrational hope seeps
louder than nights bleed
and smiles will soon...
June 2010
2 posts
The City of Gods: The poem that was never written
Zs beneath the City of Gods
thoughts slipped like words meant
lips whisked and drank under a shattered sky
the cry of a thousands angels was blown
but no tears were shed
it was a dry night.
A thousand grains of sand
dwindled as the unlocked locked
and the locked unlocked
ones deepest fears are safe in this place.
Bad ideas are pierced by
moments of bliss and feelings of certainty
...
Venice and Greece
skin brushed once
eyes graced thrice
Like a warm lightning storm on a cloudless day
the world became an abyss of happy confusion
smiles poured without reason
feeling struck without thought
drenched by missing without logic
swelling like the bee sting ive never had
stinging with baby grrs
but grring from the heart
I was once asked how can one miss something theyve never had
the best...
May 2010
4 posts
Listen
Amidst the Brink
Dedicated to Blues, Jazz, Math, Science, Space, Love, Nature and Magical Little Fairies.
Troubled times treble equals saturation of the blues
and purple and green divded by
an amplifer screams and wails as
la di da da da jumps from the keys to the keys
in the tube out the tube
no tube more tuba
ba ba badum bum dum
shakes the water of her eyes
and the chords in her throat
is soreing as...
No punctuation
life is like a pink cloud drifting about a orange spring sunset
its seeing the world blush at you
and its eyes twinkle so gently and sporadically as night approaches
life is the dog attached to the leash waiting patiently for the man who treats her so kindly
who feeds her and walks her and grooms and pets her without reason
life is behind the dog
where the tanbark lay beneath the jungle gym...
Lately: For people who don't know how they are...
Lately ive just been wanting to stroke these keys
Sadly, not the strokes of
fingers dancing in rythmic patterns
creating more than just sound
a language spoken in ace’s and def’s
sing songy on an early sunday morning
the strokes Ive been wanting to make or more vicious
not like tap tap tap away
letters forming words to make thoughts that provoke
one two three space
one two...
April 2010
9 posts
Grasshoppers and Fairies dance through April (NPWM...
Amidst a dream deprived induced daydream,
all around me became still and quiet,
like the nights I so disdainfully endured.
I began to fall in love with this abyss.
Surrounded by black doves,
white crows,
and screams which sang a beautiful song,
sense was as relative as my brother.
Four-Square coupled with bruised knees,
followed by meaningless stickers,
and sticky red lollipops,
all blew past...
Magic: because all poets need a why I write poem...
symphonies and orchestras are an occurrence of beauty
harmonious tones and pitches
flung around by the conductors baton
they are magical
literally
seriously magical like men and women alike
bawling to the beauty of a bass and a violin
but no sadness to squeeze out tears
they cry while grinning
tears trickle down cheeks to open mouths bearing teeth of awe
smiles accompany sounds...
Another night lost in time (NPWM 6/30)
he missed conversation
and so he whispered with glee
spilling stories like spoiled milk
not looking to clean it up
tears splashed upon a dirty shirt
the favorite one that he got last year
with the girl who always smelled like breeze
fresh and reminiscent of younger age
he missed speaking nonsense
blabbering on about people he swore he would kill
girls he swore he would fuck
strangers he...
Squishy (NPWM 5/30)
Squishy
he seemed slightly surprised
picking up the purplish mass with carefree glee
the boy took hold of this creature
that once lived
just as he did
sure no heart pumping
legs walking fingers snapping or mouth speaking
all the same this pulp just as he
graced the earth with its presence
days passed
time flew
death came
and as the waves crashed
splotches of salty seawater...
This city (NPWM 4/30)
Like eyes masking a secret the buildings twinkled ever so gently
i couldn’t help but smile back at them
nighttime in this city mimicked a sweet blues song
warming your insides despite its cold and sad nature
a pleasant paradox one might say
an aroma of the midnight pizza
lingering scents of the daily dose of distorted dreams
people lost in time and space
searching for their place in...
Our Mother (NWPM 3/30)
let us bow our heads in honor of her
there are hymns to be sung
songs to be hummed
humbleness to be sought
sacrifices to be made
for she,
she is.
Is green vines swung by brown monkeys
pestered by black bugs
eaten by pink tongues
she is
translucent waters
drenched with the blue of skies
swam by slippery grey otters
captured for one moment in time
by the short man with the tall...
Listen
A Dream between 7:52-8:23AM (NWPM 2/30)
She was the girl of my dreams quite literally
face voice height weight all unknown
or roughly remembered at least
we sat with grade school bliss
waiting for the tide to rise
for the sea to wash us away
we clenched the jungle gym with foolish hopes and dreams
my one hand around the rusty red captains wheel
and the other in hers
she flipped the most miraculous bird I have ever witnessed
...
Homage to my generation (NWPM 1of 30)
My father once asked me why I sag
and I explained
Dad
Every morning it’s the same ritual
like every he and she
every him and her
every we and they
I,
put one leg in at a time.
And as I pull up my pants I pass the places where people sport pants to their liking
And for some reason I get an urge to play.
I leave my pants at the ankles
and start struttin.
Perhaps, I think,...
March 2010
3 posts
Nonsense Poem
You should try a mud-pie
Seriously,
Let me explain.
We walk tall,
like boogies to the babies we scare
we are a nation of outspoken and introspected beings
young in age but aged with youth
we dream like dreamers should
like adults could and would
but cant
we are kids.
the foolish ones
who fool around because we are full of foolish fun
and foolish thoughts
we think of things that are...
Sorrow in Her Hips
She has sorrow in her hips
A worn out walk which whispers her stories as she trod
With each heel to toe, and every successive step
her ever oscillating legs speak of sadness, pain.
Face shown no emotion despite the obvious containment of such
it was a face that you tend to mirror as you walk by
as if the feelings it reserved bore a burden too great for only one to bear
And I sat
eyes a...
Remotely Romantic: The tales of an Obnoxious...
It was an early Saturday morning
dreams lingered in thoughts while i thought about dreams of a different sort
willfully keeping my eyes shut, I playfully reminisced the thoughts most readily recalled
What a great smile she has I thought,
and as a similar one crept upon my face I indulged myself in the moment and embraced it
lying in my bed with the biggest fucking smile one could possibly...
May 2009
1 post
Fuck the Mona Lisa
They say the first impression is a lasting one,
So imagine how: dumb founded I must have been,
With my mind so clouded and then,
My mouth becoming the hive that spouted the oh so deadly wasps,
Dangerous you see because she’s a butterfly—-and my exhale could have killed her.
Now, normally my feelings aren’t dealt out without much delicacy,
As if each emotion a delicacy; waiting...