#persuasion
Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun
Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy
Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?
Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?
Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...
Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
Along the threaded lag bolt path,
at scale, as existence twists toward
a peace past understanding, even
in the past when religions won
wars against heathen satanic
savages and book makers…
made slaves of all losers…
and heroes died young…
old Is-ai-ah a liar yoke broke bull.
Or does life
in the word realm extend dominion
across domains long reserved
for the learn-ed mankinds
worth decreed long lines
of ration reservations,
right to use rules,
golden ruled,
chuwd chiydah
riddle a little riddle
shamar briyth amar
by keeping our weform
whatsoever we agree, we
makes our stand, not under
by my own word, I so say, on
--gwanb'guns half done doit
be thinking once I heard tell
I know that riddle
in Ezekial,
from a POV ascribed
to professional amanuensis -
ritual hear and reply, last words
spoken -
in secret sacred all in once
told tales, crossroad wagers offered
never tell a soul you saw the towb ra'
without mentioning the wise serpent,
risen
in curious music
from nowhere,
wha…
a class of tongueless eunuchs
some have suggested. Created
to oath bound accuracy, verbum
verily holding the rude pen in spirit
17:21… after the riddled parable
And all his fugitives
with all his bands shall fall
by the sword, and they
that remain shall be scattered
toward all winds:
and ye shall know
{Dusty trails, forever}
that I the LORD have spoken
[it].
A long, long time ago…
Suffice
to know the Torah, preserves
the form
of temporal wrath defense rituals,
Jolly good luck charming mitzvahs,
the recipes, the dance, none chance
old as the stories told during Job's days,
centuries before Moses, if Moses ever was,
as the witnesses
of all first drafts… done left us
riddles and esoterica, mostly
to keep us safe
from preachers.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC
Beneath kind words lies,
Silent strings pull hearts like thread,
Shadows weave their will.
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
True persuasion
I think that you will find
is the gentle invasion
and the subsequent erasion
of a thought in someone's mind
Dec 22, 2022
Dec 22, 2022 at 2:35 AM UTC
The Wit is nimble, and can skip
The longest distances with ease.
It flits on an extended trip,
One day, and back from overseas.
The Wisdom hasn’t cleared the dock,
A wide, and long, and sluggish ship,
Her cargo a tremendous stock,
And filled as if by faucet drip.
But such a huge displacement packs,
What takes a flimsy, skimming skiff
More than a hundred there’s and back’s,
A bounty to save Tenerife.
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
you should not push an opinion
nor force it into a small mind
it may explode at the ears
and lose the hearing the next time
when opportunity may arise
where those words may be recieved
into small parts, in smaller bits
and pushed in with ease
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
We live in days where truth prevails second.
You no longer have to be right.
Just need to be the most convincing.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Several times today, I stepped into stories
being presented as appeals for
belief because the teller says
this is what one of us knows, you must believe,
then know…
eh? I lift both brows, wrinkle my face,
quizzically,
and I recall knowing that in the universal truth,
there are bubbles of truths about stories,
told with idle words that fail to spark
the swallow reflex, too sweet…
ah, the family time at a theme park,
what is the theme
Apollo here, Isis there, Jesus, look, it is a ghost,
the Ghost of America as we wish it were,
we wish it were
we wish it
we wisht
weshit…
This is it. 2020. The real future.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
*
*Lips glossed by coyness
Love and lust on her tongue's tip
Tempt flesh to flower*
*
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
Rid me of this burdensome curse
A power envied by many
Yet I have no desire for such
Let your eyes twinkle
Illuminating all that is beautiful and kind
With no influence from
The fright inducing hypnosis
Inside these piercing black eyes
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
An ache
in your chest
Like losing a
limb
When
they find
What they find
Your hands
fall to your side
Your legs give out
under you
You close your
eyes
Trying to erase
all you've seen
Don't want 'em
to know what
you've seen
In a moment of weakness,
you let 'em check
under your hood
In a moment of weakness,
you plead with
your eyes
For mercy
You said too much
Now you better
hurry
Think before
you do
And if you
do it
Don't really
do it
Fix your
slip up
Don't let it
slip up
Stoic, blank
Keep it straight
Say all the
right things
Hope and pray
They can't see
right through
Right through you
And what you
know you do
The other way
Dissuade
But
Keep it simple
No complications
It's simple
Easy
Just a little persuasion.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Glass after glass,
Full,
Empty,
Refill.
It's ****
When you undress
My sanity.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
curiosity ...
involves a will
to question
a facility not needed
when you have blind faith
in shock jocks who compellingly
save you the trouble
there is power in persuasion
a voice with sonorous conviction
that corrals you into what to think
burrows into a small mind
like a god-voiced ear wig
quelling the notion
you are not so sure?
Pauline has the courage
to say what
you are thinking
or the audacity
to fill an empty vessel
that had nothing
but a nascent fear
that blissful ignorance
was under attack
so gather with the herd
know you are not alone
the mediocrity shepherds
will reassure you
that you are all together
it’s them that are different
it’s them who are hatefully wrong
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Shadowboxing with a dead man as a massacre stills
Fingerdancing to smoke & mirror the masses
Whistling frantic in the gathering dark to steady the ranks
Faith trumps facts
A strong man acts
Greasepaint thick
Growing cracks
A flailing will can kick up sparks
Keep squeezing shills
Catch easy marks
Throw enough show & something will stick
That's shitbusiness!
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
she wears yellow when she’s sad in hopes that she’ll start to view herself the way the world sees her, happy
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Please don't leave me.
All I want is to talk to you once more
All I want is to have one more day
With you
Excuses are all I can make to persuade you
To make you think otherwise
Because
All I want is to have one more hour
With you
I will do anything to stop you from leaving
Anything
Everything
Because
All I want is to have one more minute
With you
I will remind you of the good times we had
As well as the bad.
But who wants to dwell on the past
When you have
The future.
Do you see it now?
Do you see us?
The ones holding hands by the bay
The ones watching the movie together
The ones with their heads leaning against each other
And their hands in each others
Hearts
They look inseparable
Inseparable
I thought we were inseparable
Inseparable
I thought we had forever
But forever is about to leave
So
Please
Don't leave me
Because
All I want
Is to have
One
More
Chance
With you.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
Step up to the mic and strike first with a smile of one liners, with observations or tales that beguile them.
For a smile will disable them while your lines slide in behind them, almost whispering, selecting the sharp-soft phrases that will best penetrate those guarded places. Looking with innocence into their faces, turning minds stage by stages, persuading with insights, with stories of real life, with familiar tales of familiar strife. Then when you follow through and strike with the punch line they have no defence and have no time to decline the good sense found in this food for thought, laughing to a sudden realised stop, looking again at their lives, with a furtive smile of dawning delight at the shed light on shared lives found in your soft amplified lines.
- Do it right when you step up to the mic and you just might change lives.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
As the wandering eye did catch.
A glimpse of girl that she might fetch.
Charmed and wiled her way now,
And at her beauty willingly bowed.
Tempt her o'er a bottle of wine,
To see a flicker of wilder eye.
Reflected back across candlelight,
Then saw a shining gaze that night.
So now as I look back at you,
With sultry shaded eyes of dew.
Release yourself for our delight;
We could just forget this night.
Or remember wetly all the time,
Of caress and pleasure following ryhme.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
The wind did try to bend the tree.
The tree did not comply with glee.
“If you do bend you will not break…”
“But if I bend my back will ache!”
The wind blew soft, “It’ll only tickle.”
The tree just coughed, “If it remains a trickle.”
The wind blew hard: a threatening gale.
“I will stand firm; I know this tale!”
Without patience, like a wave,
the wind’s full force said, “Tree, behave!”
To this, the tree did move to bow.
The wind blew on, “You’ll listen now.”
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
VERSE 1
Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works.
Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion...
She's as ruthless as the best of them.
PRE-CHORUS
You'll always love her in the end X2
CHORUS
Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive.
These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own.
VERSE 2
It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in.
You're a victim to her persuasive skills.
It's an art-form of suggestion.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
CHORUS X2
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Goosebumps rise upon my thin exhausted arms.
The wind , harsh against the little warmth radiating from inside.
It's hard to see through the murky fog of the world.
A cold , dark world.
There's no rhyme nor reason to continue to exist.
It wanted me out and now it has nearly succeeded.
The only thing keeping me here is the sound inside my head.
The persuasion of reason.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
*Hungered for a taste
of your elixir's essence,
drunken inhalations
of your poetry
a splendiferous whirl
of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
written upon endlessly
chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
resonating in a song's
reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
celestial pauses
in vaporous breezes'
unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
destiny reverberating in
loins' pleasurable calling
quenched of sacred
offering's quell
transcending earthly
persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
your poesy's insatiable lips,
sweet mercy's healing
captured in rapturous
surrender's reawakening ~*
*Je veux que vous tous,
tu me manques*
Ce que vous manquez de moi?
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC