ever find it funny how how how how it all just goes on
no matter what
people say this, people say that
doomsday around the corner
at the drop of a hat
but the next day always comes
bright n early and on time
when will the day come?
''''''
words breaking
bodies shaking
beautiful thunder
ringing, reverberating throughout vessels
ethereal, physical, inanimate
cars rocking steady
beds creaking
echoes of soundwaves vibrating
Precipitation
always been waiting
for such a moment
touch of flesh potent
been waiting for this moment
is it everything wanted?
''''''
fading
swaying
breaking
subtly
noticed
when walking boldest
incomprehensible to consciousness
but deep within ancestral blood
subconscious behavior
''''
eyelids paint black
out like a match
burnt from decay
feelings never want to stay
stand still, yet sway
falling off on a decay
dry whippin with no delay
but with a fade, deep down, once locked in cage
where answers lay
within;without
look around
peepin corners
under curtains
eyes looking
something cooking
brooth for thought
keys to mind identified
moving on with presence of now
move like crow bringing woe to everyone around
feel positivity under negative dualistic attributes
working towards retribution
ever so steadily, but with swift foot guile
familiarity with these tiles shifting and forming, morphing into something new, always and forever nothing I pretend, but something ego cant depend.
~~~~~~
Pilot
lighting away
lightning distant, not far away
close like word on street
but stuck in suburbia
trapped in isolation
land molested by white devil hands
rooted deep in the finest grains of sand
in ancient lands
Looking outside of the glass,
reflections of past, a future smudged, but faintly visible
Outside of the glass is the infinite moment of now,
somehow,
untouched by human hands,
something only observed outside of observance
energy in abundance pouring out of fountains in mountains o brooth
no one believes, but its a truth
partial to the bigger picture
is a caption really necessary?
''''''
on and on and on and on and on
it goes ever so
built oppression
neglected expression
stuck on false thoughts and feelings
redirecting sails into new lands
a new perspective
new flesh
~~~~~
Evil consciousness
Suzerian possession takes sway,
stage the show
(haiku)
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Here being stands
Baring it all
Laying it down on the line
Because things need to be straightened out
This undying love is stretching beyond an incomprehensible measure
And it must be addressed
O'
SWEET ONE
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet one
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet one
I love you so
You bring warmth when i am cold
Bleeding hurts less when you're around
Here are my words
To bestow as a crown
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
ground, ground O' ground
below
looking down, I see a world go round
in the heavens
above
this existence is hell
can you spell life without suffering?
or is it all a joke?
these days i simply cant tell
a paradox in the making
a pair of socks that need cleaning
why dont you love to mop the floor anymore?
what is the meaning of words?
why is anybody asking questions.
This is not a poem. These are not words. Just meaningless shells that house feelings for someone feel.
just something to catch and reel
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
throw some words here
throw some words there
mental up in air
body rooted in ground
mouth spewing words here and there
here and there
can never stop
even under watchful eyes or
judgmental minds
words move clumsy with expression
throw them around there
throw them here
nothing said isn't always clear
so what, what are you saying
whats the position
what games are you playing
take five
words here, words there, words gone, words never said
what does it mean when you say i love you in bed
does it mean one day we'll wed or just end broken like the lot of 'em
what are the true meaning behind these things
what makes them words
words words words words words words words words words words
sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword
a fine tuning here, a tinkering there, once there was words, but now, swords everywhere
swords falling, stabbing, penetrating the hearts of many
run
run
run
its no use
words can be sharp like swords
swords can be dull like words
drows in drow
awaiting the next move
the alpha signals the pack
advancement to spearhead the operation
a scene of vengeance, dread, anxiety, anger and darkness
a scene of implicit clues; a reflection of reality across the multi dimensions
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
hearing distant tunes playing beyond mental creation
when listen to closely- hairs stand up on edge
sensations flutter throughout from feet to head
thoughts fade away, last that was heard echoed
finally the moment has been let go
going toe to toe with broken emotions
laying back, stretched out,
comfort rolling in like an ocean wave
water soaked the page and extinguished the rage
distinguished patterns whimsically moving
as eyes look into the page
spirit is suddenly trapped in
the margins and lines act as the cage
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
the last one wasn't really the last one
been away for sometime
but came back sharper than a talon
clout more magnified, but style still undefined
just been living life outside of the lines
and if i were to color in, then surely the lines were created with the strokes of my own pen
never came to Earth to win
only came to plant a seed and sprout to grow
forget what society says what life is about
intelligence leaves more room for doubt
but dont stand there skeptic
pick up the pace and start spittin septic
so that no one will want to go after you
be a hard act to follow
just let the brooth consume
just let the brooth consume
...
just let the brooth consume
laying in my room
another weekday morning
hittin the snooze button
hopin i dont miss anything important
nothing that i write is ever imported
just the essence of being
just the essence of me
Nebek Wormer breaking through the scene
maybe been listening to the clock tick tock too much
always skippin breakfast
never eatin lunch
unless its a blunt to the face
sorry to be blunt but im just up in this hellopoetry place
tryin to displace everything and anything
just giving you something to taste
maybe this wont get the <3's but im writing this as fast as thoughts travel
currently sittin in the dark of my mind
heart provides the light
see me take off now
outta your sight
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
been awhile
just wanted to let somebody know
that being is doing fine
being has never felt more complete
but yet it is still incomplete
out on these tiles
finding remnants of the true nature within
where are all of the friends
so we can commence the feast
it isn't proper until everyone has arrived
and nothing will settle for less
No need to digress.
Where was the train of thought last?
Funny.
The reflection of past is foggy from the steam
jet propulsion-
scorching-
water evaporation-
writing words in the mirror to pass time
even though all the time that was had
has been burned
when will being learn?
...i tsum og ffo.. ot eht wotrednu fo eht evaw.. sgniht lliw eb rethgirb.. taht i wonk os ll'i evom no...
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
here we stand
at the edge.
what a drop-
the bottom cant even be found.
curious by nature-
do we dare to leap?
surely this fall will shatter me physically
surely this fall will shatter me mentally
surely this fall...
is exactly what my body needs
sudden realization
THE FIRE HAS BEEN REINVIGORATED
being jumps
it falls
it falls
down
down
down
into
a
spiral
this human flesh tears itself away
this human mind twists and contorts
...consciousness fades...
awoken in a kingdom
by a calling voice
the voice of salvation
being is in rejoice
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
sculptures;
shifting, forming, morphing, colliding, bleeding, melting, and breeding
all in minds eye.
unlocked past memories of lives lived on higher planes of consciousness
reveal creations spirit has made.
comprehending such images is merely incomprehensible with rational thought
my mind was abusive so i buried it in the plot
five miles out and eight feet deep.
may the love of Mother Earth seep in
and entangle all it ever was
with strong roots that will lead to transformation and unity.
transformation of tainted flesh; death and rebirth.
unity as one with all that is and ever was
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC