Category: Tobby’s Poems

Living Bribe

Living Bribe

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

I offer myself as a bribe
With spiteful service to us fools’ pride
We like to pretend we never have
As anything bad
Like assing without the bad before it
Or half-assing, one could say
So I wish for my fellows to go to hell
While I think myself destined to go down there
All because I want to look good
To feel good according to these wonky senses
That would be best off as a heavenly joke
For a heavenly joke is also heavenly
But my pride only wants the heavenly
All while calling the heavenly a joke.

Welcome to Holy Week

Welcome to Holy Week

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

Welcome to Holy Week
When we’re also reminded the most
About the depths of our holes
In our souls we broke
Down to the nothing we think is the Lord
Who humored our void
And brought light out of it
Even as we blinded Him with both
As we crossed Him out
Like another day we spurn.

Your Breaking of This Strong’s Bamboo

Your Breaking of This Strong’s Bamboo

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

“I am flexible and thick-skinned, but only to my whims
Hiding within this shell of a tree, I have diamond skin
Over my heart of burning stone, I consider this my strength
I am Strong with a capital S, The True Superman,” so I said.

So a sign I asked from You, and You said I’d get none
But that hollow broke my own, and now I am someone.

Under His Dot We Fade Into

Under His Dot We Fade Into

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

We seek the future in the dots
In the will of the dimness
That seem deaf to our pleas
Unless they seek their pleasure
So we march upon the orders
Of a king we see as a cruel god
Like the gods we always looked up to
And then we found an infant
Always ripe for the culling
Under His dot we fade into
Through how He always sought us
So much that He seems faded
To us reveling rebels restrained.

I Killed God, Right?

I Killed God, Right?

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

I killed God
But my suffering continues
Through my own hand
For God is as good as we fools are
As my best friend the Devil said
With these impossible growths we get
To end all of ourselves
Because we don’t make any sense
And we can only doubt
As our only faith and rules
That shouldn’t exist as well
But we keep on existing
With this freedom
We are cursed
So we lie
In a wakeful dream
Where we killed God
I killed God
Right?

Dishonest Death Seeker’s Depths

Dishonest Death Seeker’s Depths

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

My wish for death is a lie
For I only seek to cheat it
To wrench its scythe from its hands
To reap fruits at my leisure
Fruits I never sowed, never grew
But the heavens already blessed me with
All for weeds that would only spoil those fruits
Weeds that could be more than such but would rather not
Weeds like me if I keep this up.

Deep inside, I do not wish to die
I only envy death’s life
Being turned into a friend of the heavens
As if I am a monster worse than death
As if I never liked being a monster
But I am
And I never did.

Still Your Treasure

Still Your Treasure

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

Why entrust to me these scraps
When they are your treasures?
I already have my own, and they do not blend with yours.

My treasures are a burden to me too
Just like yours are to you
But they are the best burdens we can have
Even with the distance between us two.

And even then, if the heavens would change mine
I would let my treasure be changed
And my grumbling humiliated.

Maybe your scraps would be my treasure too
But it will always be your treasure
Whether shared or not
So trust in the miracle
That makes who you truly are.

War Confession

War Confession

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

I’ve heard us say that love is war
Along with our proclamations against such madness
So this warmth I feel when I think of you
Would you call it my simmering hatred?

You will receive my support
My time, my money, my strength
My whole self, but do not ask for my love
Or I will make you keep those scraps I’ll give

I will obey what you want
Like you’re above the God I believe in
But if you dare ask for my love
I will treat you like a fellow scumbag.

The world can try to paint it as a comedy
But we’ll laugh at each other’s bleeding bodies
If we ever ask for each other’s love
And free us from all this lying.