#charge
Allah the eradicator of evil
The electron shell’s can be full from other elements then can become interactive
like the raging desire’s than can be put out
Through Tawbah and peace can be
the remainders
Losing 1 sins that can be like a positive charge that loses 1 sin and gains another win
Soft non metals that can share what they have that can be electrons to form covalent bonds like
the sacred bonds of brotherhood in Islam
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC
wrapped in comfort
the pain and savagery
news flash
is never good news
the daily cross
added to
reaping sadness
for the suffering
children and old folk
voiceless corpses.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
from the window indoors
my eye swallows the weather the trading snow for rain
pinhole funnels swallows feelings of strangers
down on the streets
a deep hurty in-breath method
from my desk at home treading water my brain powers down
despite the exercises of welcomed invasion energy does not stick
knotted against the greater surroundings
bound in a metal depression
a puddinged thing
desperate act i switch on a light
but the fight is outside
and a long charging walk
is something i must force myself to take
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
the interior night
he divided a dream into many dreams
worlds opened diva-ing
and flares pething out of darkness
seeming obedient at first
he visited
in truth they were playful
but explored his ugly secret details
and gave no hint of a healing effect
deceived he was tossed
exhausted into a new day
of occupation and toil
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC
i am not in charge
i write poetry what you
think is in your mind
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 6:41 AM UTC
gods out of the night
out of the nights unnavigable light
luding rosy from the underworld
broaching
how you push through my faces
the posings
hooking behind the dense furs
poaching out the peppish reasoning
dissolving its obstructive code
you rap me faint between the eyes
every failure drapes away
in chronicle and uttered hurt
all so familiar
seeming foreignly a warm tutting family
all volatile material is subdued
i am voidable soldier
but you hold me in keep
you are truthfully inclusive
i feel beloved in animal and otherly
pandered into the pattern
all beyond belonging
and yet traceable with my many uses
a healing visit and now to business
footage provided to make a mood-less operation
i'm kept swaddled throughout my information sift
silt is taken and exchange given
for a heady ****** charge
i've been amazed in the dreams
you provided
suspended in a solving liquor of theatre
i hope my report was a good one
i woke well rested
with a light feeling of reassignment
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 5:51 AM UTC
My stupid boy,
When you were young,
You charge forward
Towards what you thought
Was your dream
And now, silly boy,
You have grown,
Old and fat, but not up
You have now become
This sad, strange little man
You have forgotten what dreams are
Depleted of life and energy
You simply recharge nightly
Just to be exhausted again the next day
The only thing you charge now
Is you debit card
You dream no longer
For you have nothing to look forward
Your once youthful charge
Is now replaced by
A desperate march to the other side.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
We last as ever
again we come
for we never leave the earthly hum
the dance thru amber gold and blue
keeps shaping life inside of hue
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
who set the temperance in the square-faced clown
he was dancing and strolling and roaming around
he was scary, he was strange, he was really quite large
no one knew how he got there but he came out in charge
his hair was was chaotic, his skin an orange hue
he wanted to tell stories, all of which were not true
his stay should be over, in that fact we hope
the square-faced clown, it appears is a hoax....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 210
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
And on that night he learned
Never look towards the storm
Unless you're ready to give your fiercest battle cry
And charge right inside
And **** it through its eye
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You made me feel worthless
But I'll be the bigger person
And say I don't want you to be too
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
What freedom it is to be nothing among everything.
The point inside the wheel cycling for words, knowing
myself through mirror's reflection forever like air under wing.
My Soul becomes freer, growing ever fractal
upgrading it's software, such as they in the sea.
They who jump forth by thy will becoming distinct
by that of beneath.
Positivity through connectivity, I am In Charge.
Love in Phase, will resonate a Standing Wave called Ki.
That which Resists only exists when it passes through the
body of me.
In such the Capacity of Responsibility remains for the taking.
My soul yearns to lift the torch to teach those in a lesser light,
forever above is my Zenith in which under such flame I cast
no shadow, or as it be that which rests underneath the souls of my
feet may be freed.
In every step I take toward my goal.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
If you are in charge
you will end up hurting
your own soul.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Tuition fee: X
Development fee: Y
Security fee: Z
Extra-curricular fee,
probably : V
Fee to **** time,
mandatorily: W
Cost of being good,
“ZERO”, I evaluate.
Here,
We pay a handsome waste,
X, Y, Z, V, W
to be nothing.
With a hope,
to be something.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
Sitting in the audience
And watching life pass you by
Like a film on a screen
You're in scene after scene
Yet somehow, you're not the spotlight
Better at drifting than chasing
Tending to settle, not strive
Better at leaving than trying
Empty, yet unconcerned why
If you only take what you’re given,
You’ll have some smiles I’m sure,
But peace, pride and fulfillment
Won’t come if you don’t make them yours
Walking, drifting, watching, seeing
Are you living or only being?
Want, look, find, chase
Run from the audience and jump on stage
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
What is context?
Clearly they don't know.
I show my innocence
Yet get sent to the gullitine regardless
Even when half the jury is in my favor
The King refuses
and I get charged for a crime
I never committed
Trying to protect someone
Who just wanted me dead
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
It has to scare them to think there are some girls out there who run towards the wilderness instead of away from it.
To think some beautiful gypsy fairy is wandering into the big, scary woods at night to face her demons.
To imagine what it must be like as she glides into the night in a simple dress, barefoot and brave.
It has to be scary for the fathers who try so hard to protect their daughters to know they can fend for themselves.
Knowing their babies are out there wandering and exploring- dreaming of conquering all the world has to offer.
Knowing they are using the lessons you taught them but changing the rules so that a man doesn't have to save them.
It has to be scary for the men who can't handle that women don't need them in their lives.
To know that the more you put us down the stronger we are going to get.
To know the more you tell us we can't do something- the better we can and will do it.
I has to be scary knowing there are some women out there brave enough to fight.
To know that some women can wear high heels and lipstick and still kick your ***
To imagine what it must be like as she lets her curiosity take over and her dreams become reality.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
This is what I know of strength;
Its running headlong into detractors,
standing in the ring while the smoke clears,
then embracing the epiphany
when you can admit to yourself;
'I didn't know I had that in me.'
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
I get to look at self, through messages you conveyed
A higher meaning that resonates with each song played
So I would like to take this opportunity to give thanks
Before I walk the plank to take another dip in this think tank
Okay.
When I was just a little me I noticed those around living unhappily.
It was something I knew I never wanted to be
But now I sit, blindsided by my misery
Drearily demeaning, cigarette breathing
Heating up the glass til it cracks
With no admittance, cuz that requires taking off the mask.
Haphazardly grappling, maybe it's better to be bashing the image
Livin with a grimace, wondering how long until this timeline is finished.
Dinner was delicious but I'm sick of eating the dead.
Makes you wonder how that haunted biology ***** with your head.
Quit my job, and now I rarely leave the house. Quiet as a mouse until ego decides to come around. No verbal notions but words bounce off my skull. How did I decide to let my light get this dull? The reservoir is full, but the pollutants keep it from being used.
Much like a body that's been abused and refuses to stand despite having the chance.
A delicate dance between what's real and what's not. You behavior can directly grow or shrink blood clots. Lost the plot in a Milwaukee pothole, only realized now I had forgotten. Healthy seeds were dropped
But I stopped taking care of self and grew some tainted crops. Just wanna talk to pops, and other like minds that will cry realizing their own props to the stage subconsciously set. Blessed to have made it to this point, but on the opposite side of the coin we're closer to death. Cousin of sleep cousin of sleep, haven't found any happiness even inside my dreams. Inaudible screams, beam into my brain. The house has been extra noisey lately that or I'm going insane. I fear not.
Forward into the unknown
We'll find home even if we go it alone.
So long as you remember you're more than your bones.
"Do you feel better now?"
I don't know
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
I called to give you a rearrangement of irony and a bucket full of Jews, I tailor made a rebreather because the past connections were used . Indeed, just like a crossview that encouraged stars to collapse, then did a fix up for the X's and O's so every oxymoron followed with a laugh. A pail of shrubs, an ounce of yore, yesterday you were following your very own bated breath. Up until you challenged yourself to a duel, you didn't look so bad for a disastrous mess. Harms' Way could be the place in town where odds go to get even, or it could be the street where Blow-Pops aren't just made, but also handed out to toothless citizens. We the captured, please and thank you, sir and mam until our captors go, like if you imagine The Godfather in The Graduate, describing how the Komodo dragon roasts. We haven't made it thru a single day since they've come in packs of seven, but today we'll have the chance to share some face time with the hours that we are being given.
Misty-eyed, mournful, and very sorry walked in separately from the yard. They drank cold-filtered PBR and joked about all the kids they may have fathered. Has it been four weeks or just four days, since the Ferguson, Missouri Captain resigned his post? I was always taught that for a captain to go out, he or she must go down with their boat.
In time where boredom lays around with dynamite by the loads, tomorrow remind me of the basorexia I've had since we met not long ago.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
“Did I hesitate a moment? Did I stop and wonder why?
We were ordered to attack from some blunderer up high.
We were all, I think, afraid. Who wouldn’t be right then?
Those Russians were entrenched and had artillery with them.
We must have looked magnificent on our chargers riding high
As we rode for God and Country, we knew Death was standing by.
I saw my brother Henry die and more brave lads besides.
We dressed the line and galloped on, We who were about to die.
My horse was shot from under me and that threw me to the sod.
The battle sounded distant and my left arm felt quite odd.
Some Shrapnel cut my face and thigh, but I saw many worse.
Some men called for their mothers, others raged and cursed.
Our gallant charge was broken by effective cannon fire.
There were many horses riderless like the one that I acquired.
When I got back behind our lines, I thanked my equine friend.
Then I realized he’d been Henry’s mount when this travesty began.
I’m sure there will be an inquiry into how this was misplayed.
It is then I’ll tell my tale about our murdered light brigade.”
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC