#motives
Some people miss who I once thought of as me
Others long for who they thought I was
A few miss loving who they wanted me to be
But no one misses me simply because
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC
Incorporeal wooing
-- benighted brown study,
slow to bleed,
turning on its axis,
wintergreen leaf
in free fall,
when all alone
the butterfly escapes the killing jar,
to parlously play along
this dulcet bine,
strumming crura,
like Orlando to faire Rosalind
in the Valley of Hinnom,
"a hunger uncurbed by nature's calling,"
which prayerfully ascends,
asking for cotyledon to appear
by break of day/dream.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
I think I'm turning paranoid,
Or at least a little mean;
I question all the motives
Of those who liked my meme.
The second I get Followed,
I **** turn around around to see
If he just wants a "Follow-back"
Or truly likes my feed.
Don't even get me started
On social reciprocation.
IRL I don't do so well;
In virtual, I'm an island nation.
Do I just Like what I like?
Or only what really hits home?
What if it's a horrible post
By someone who loves my poem?
...do you like me? Do you really
like me?
Does it
matter?
I
don't
know
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Reasons why
Want to climb
Himalayan mountains
To show that
Mentally ill
Are not **** happy
To show that
Emotions are normal
For a mentally ill person
To should the normies
That they themselves
Create stigma and ignorance.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Love me.
That is all i see.
Everybody is scanning for a bond,
While i lie in the shadows angling
My mode of perception, to correspond
Your routines and rituals of acting,
And asking for boundless love.
So i abscond and you can't ask for more.
Because you noticed my kind and my codes.
You knew I was designed to be alone.
So
I lay my tranquil smile and keep observing us coincide
Feeling the pulse from the inside
I drift trusting i am the aftermath of a calculated plan
But something is always missing somehow
Lost in my thoughts
I blame the inventor
And i grow wiser,
Knowing i will never understand the true motives of my designer.
Words Of Harfouchism.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
The noose around your neck
Is around ours
Necks warped and twisted
By pools of molten tears
Erupting without warning
She was an infected bullet wound
Giving you tetanus
A black line that raced to your mind
Reddening your eyes
So you only saw death
You burned in the fire of Hades
Capricious flames dancing
A witch burning alive
Found guilty of being human
A verdict you couldn’t live with
They can't point fingers now
At the void where you were
And their fingers are lost
In old handkerchiefs
Saturated with their tears
Flowers replace you
Where you once stood
White when they should be black
You choke on religion
Even now
We pull back the soil
Tucking you up with the earth
Kissing you with impotent words
Burying you under the rope
You carried so diligently in life
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
It's lonely at the top they tell me--- I'm already a pretty sad guy.
It's chaotic at the bottom & I've grown sick of it.
This farewell is my own decision.
A decision to divorce the past.
A decision to secure my future.
I’d rather die than conform like some of you already have.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Desperate I stood
Bruised from shame
A man on the edge of decay
With an olive branch
She brought me back
Into her forgiving heart
The next morning self-satisfied
I left without remorse or goodbye
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
surprise me.
I do things
solely because of them
and it is depressing.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Let the future be your motivation
Your drive to make it down the road
Remain focused, remain persistent
Although the direction therein, you do not know
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ********** spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
You show me many things
But seldom show me yourself
You teach me to conquer every obstacle
But to be concur with myself
I am not contempt with mind
You persuade me to think past that
when I ask asked you for advice
You said listen to the wise man
He as a lot of it
The business part of God
Made us corporate
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Is that you?
Standing against the whole world
You and everyone else
Difficult stand, no doubt
Feet firm on the ground of individuality
On the verge of iconoclasm
Feel the world staring at you, in disbelief
Why not conformity?
The usual stance taken by others
As if you are standing trial
Nothing seems to be convincing
Your ways do not seem trustworthy
That’s how it is, with the world
Convicted of not being a part of the whole
Standing out without remorse
It’s you against you
When the whole society will push you
Towards trials and tribulations
You have to be stronger to hold your ground
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
I suppose it would be easy to say
"I love you."
without hesitation in the midst of ********** another, but ask yourself is it just as easy to say as they stand before you fully dressed and begging for you to stay,
Or is it easier to be silent and walk away?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound
Negative imagery holding us down
Social delusion, clearly constructed
Human condition, morals corrupted
Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war
Dissatisfaction from bowels to core
Devils technology, strategy for
Human mythologies, urban folklore
Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure
Wicked theology robbing the poor
Scheme demonology mislead the pure
Strict and strategically, studying war
Light shown in darkness, image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor's clothes
Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble and woes
It's the mind that they chose
It's designed to stay closed
Standards of jokers, court just a logic
Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college
Primitive man with civilised knowledge
System collapse and he still won't acknowledge
God is the saviour, studies behaviour
Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya
Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds
Wishing their problems were all in their heads
Moral dilemma, pride is the root
Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth
Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead
Imperially led, by the gods in their head
Motives and thoughts
Industrial wealth
Global economy, in for itself
Heart full of madness, covered with kind
Pleasure designed to take over your mind
Furnished in godliness, painted in good
This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood
While classes in government, set up the veil
And cultivate minds for more mythical tales
Typical Hollywood follies good girl
While vice and corruption take over the world
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart
Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught
Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead
Modern day trickery is all you've been fed
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Aren't we dreams complex that bloomed
in the garden of *Rorschach?
ink blots with hidden meanings
where ghosts of the past roam to pluck flowers
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
When I said wouldn't change for you
I didn't mean I'd stay the same for you
I'm changing 'cause I want to
I'm changing 'cause I've got to
The me I've been is no longer feasible
I realize now most people are seasonal
But it's not about other people
My priorities are wack
My motives are turning evil
And I need to turn them back
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC