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I know the power of the rising tide
For beneath my feet rests the shifting sands of time
Always ebbing and flowing the water dost erode
Each wave tugging and pulling
The tiny grains betwixt my toes

As the surf rises my foundations wither
Casting evil eye to swollen sea my thoughts swell bitter
When my balance is interrupted by systematic crashes
Gradually displacing and replacing
My position along its axis

Until finally I am interred within that salty tomb
Buried under heavy weight of time ne’er to be exhumed
Less the tide decide to recede and expose
The monument to a man
Who had once claimed to know
Flea Dec 2024
People don't understand me
For I have been to the spirit
World and back

People don't understand me
For I see ghosts
From the other side

People don't understand
The fact that I am sensitive
The call me names


Insane
******
And spazz

Don't the lyrics know their words hurt
Mark Wanless Dec 2024
stupefying the
ignorance of innocence
fizbett Nov 2024
The waves are rowdy—
A storm is nigh,
The sky shrieks like an infant
I can’t pacify
My heart a ship
In the middle of this nor’wester
As it heaves and shudders,
Ready to topple over.
It charted no maps,
It measured no tides
And ignored the winds’ whispers
About the storm brewing outside.
Violent precipice
Now whips the portholes,
Beckoning the passengers
To jump overboard.
The ship lurches over!
Reality loses its grip.
Unforgiving is a storm
To an ignorant ship.
Gayathri Nov 2024
There’s a snake outside my house
It eats rats
It scares thieves
Tell me why I should **** it?
Maybe one day, it will come around
and swallow me whole along with its tail
"But today is not that day." or so I say
staring at the crimson sky,
as it slithers through the grass.
Mark Wanless Nov 2024
the greatest source of
knowledge ever ignorance
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
Sire, indeed, I understand,
warden of my infancy, first to feed me
letters ready for my mouth to make words,

someday, today, we make wonder, whying
from a while ago, being made wondering why

If today there were 10 billion breathing thinkers,
all ones, alone, in meditation,
making breathed thinkings,

without the knowing used, tehkne, indeed, secret
NDA bound mental threadings
through mental awl holes,
and needless fretting
pin head limitations
of dancers,
ecstatic…
we may as well imagine
any life like mind, fitting
patterns accepted as true,
the grown ups teachings,
all proven when America, became
the idea nobody takes serious, Spirit of '76
the populist, mob, lot of all laborers
in touch with ra'knacks as a class.

The Smithy, and the Selvedge stitcher, and the spinners,
spinning tales to top the last one left laughing, yesterday,
status quo of the fat and happy,
that's what needs preservation

con-science, con-sequence of con-venience
con-served with all the honor due
Providential Wisdom Lord Mother of Mindforms

and every winter, we were warm, I remember,
Grandpa, thinks, we were warm, I remember,

but, still, with use of history in media conserved since
1910, landmark year in these stacks of idle words,
redeemed with one use, ready, read, done,
rich in mercy sown in local nearby kindness,

the effect of music and motion pictures,
we all have seen the movies of Solomon,

apples of gold in pitchers of silver, seen on screen,
since 1927, to entertain those long used as labor,
and in constant craving for fermented things
and circuses with death defying acts, to see.
as one might entertain a god's worshippers,

presenting drama to the masses, as messages
from the highest Academy of Arts and Sciences,

ever devised to hold the hearts desires of all,
in gnostalgic recognition of outcast pain and misery,

Industrial might, right, enough nukes to undo us all,
yet the debt due on funds borrowed for war remain,
no war, yet, but there is this global debt, due, indeed

to ignorance, but, we did warn you.

In the spirit, revived in 66, from a bit of old mold
discovered in a mine shaft northeast of Yuma,
cherished with a friendly McClelland, as a meme,
remember the effect of the acceptable fast, at last,
the pushing back,
of the iron curtains imposing

hope upon hopelessly invincible ignorance,
if a man does not sweat, he must not eat,
it is the only fair way, we swear, Aye, Indeed

we swore, and went and did the chore,
went through hell to prove it a lie,
lived to tell only those they made believe.

Indeed, those were good ideas we used,

we set the captives free,
we did, we did, we did, didn't we

well, not me, but my natural born wedom,
my native cultural heritage of knowledge,

which is a cultivar taken from the tree of life,
one may envision original intention to invent,
us, as assisting inquisitorial tools for thought,

conversational adversarial engines of ingenuity,
artificed tict tension at central most ache to know
how does a free spirit take weforming spirit form
first one thing makes another, and so on, and on

seed, soul, spirit, mind, point stretching into ever
and back, in time to seem as normal as now, squared

to stand stone straight, upright, grounded, upheld
custom for teaching good walking
in perpendicularity.

At tension, presencing being as ware, soft.
At the squared norm, upright, atop perpendicular toes,
tipping all
whys into the mill,

making up my mind
to make my self
known
to you, as an admirer, as a neighbor, next
galaxy on the left 2 pasecs
through the Hubble Deep Field
in mindsped godthought possible, see,
we become a gallactic blink,
as significant as the average star
in the heavens.

On earth, yes, you are so significant,
as it is in heaven.

Exceptional, yes, on the national level,
we are bits in the arms of the average galaxy,

God pays us all the attention we pay the reasons
for religious wars on specs of speculative ratiocination.
What do we do after we vote wrong, Ai, we have a plan, wait and see,
I said ten years ago, peace won, the justification for any war is voided, now.
You just never got the message, it was classified. War never does good.
Emery Feine Oct 2024
him
a squirrel came and ran up to my tree
he cooled off in my calming shade
he stayed for just a bit of time
and then away he strayed

after months he finally came back
and talked about another tree, now hollow and dark
the squirrel said he wanted a tree to love him back,
saying this as he rested on my loving bark

even if his winds knocked over my boat
i would still continue to float
because even though his waves were meant to drown
my love kept me up and wouldn't go down

i built a flimsy structure
to protect me from the storm
and when all his winds came
it all came back torn

i walked on coals to make it to him
through tsunamis and floods i had to swim

he fed me poison to make the solution
but left before coming up with the resolution

he cried, he lied, to protect my name from grime
he cared, he scared, but there was another boy at the time.

but in my heart, i still hear his name
and those heartbeats are the best
but since i was a player in his losing game
i rip my heart out of my chest

he says he gave him everything
without anything left for me
i gave him all my advice
and he still didn't listen to me

he went through all the things i did
when he left me
but he never even realized
he couldn't even see

but yet still in the moonlight
i call his name
but he's calling another's
and it will never be the same
this is my 107th poem, written on 6/24/24. ugh I hate him so much
kel Sep 2024
i looked over at my parents
all their gaze on that laptop
listening to that stupid course
while i eavesdrop

the course is about
how to handle teenagers
and all i could do was
do what teenagers
do- ignore.

i tried my best to not laugh-
i mean after all-
they made the effort to try
but i don't recall
them treating me the way
the talk taught them to-

and all i can do is just
cope with all the
disappointment
without saying huh

because i'm confused-
i'm trying my best
but i'll never be enough for you :)
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