#possess
The average person knows between 20,000 and 30,000 words.
~ and for Senor CG~
<>
*infinite then the multiplicity of combinations,
and yet we use so few,
and the comforting ones,
we repeat unconsciously
for they apparently applicable
to the boo/hoo/who in Who Me?*
*messing about in poetry,
an excuse to betray ourselves
to a greater audience with
hints and provenances,
secret’s subtle
could mean
trouble*
*I have revealed more than
I could believe ~
not the drabfactoids
but the insights*
*that flesh my self~sketches,
you could ask me anything,
my answer simple and
insane~same!*
*if you explicitly explain
there is no fun in that,
but the clues writ large,
answering questions you
didn’t know to ask*
plenty to hide, some too
well disguised
*but the hints are clear enough,
to make sure you’re
asking the correct ones*
so,
sorry apology
Senor Carlo
the doorknob to my spotlight clearly
visible
in the portrait of my preposterous
multi~nefarious words*
*no great reveal
no screaming squeal
for you to decrypt
still requires an
inning of
excavation digging,
for it’s in the over thousands of
psalms and prayers
and a few layabout
poems
who/hoo,
too*
(wink)
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
It is what it is
Residing in your mind
Sometimes off the planet
Working overtime
Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess
Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess
They are what they are
Buzzin' in your brain
Sometimes flyin' the rails
Like a bullet train
Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess
Watershed in your head.
© Debra Lea Ryan
19.09.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 7:54 PM UTC
Today, I feel free,
Free to love you,
Yes, I do feel so...
Today, I feel possessed,
Possessed by you,
Yes, I am so...
Today, I feel happy,
Happy to be with you,
Yes, I want you only so...
Today, I feel obsessed,
Obsessed with your love,
Yes, I am totally obsessed...
Today, I feel closer to you,
I am closer to your lips,
Yes, I hold your hips...
Today, I feel lifted up,
Up until the dark sky,
Yes, you are my light.
Today, I feel entangled,
Entangled in your slivers,
Yes, you are the biggest star.
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
Invisibility is a cliché wish,
But a night spent staring at the ceiling
Or the wall
With the feeling of existence
Washed to the minimum
By consumption,
Creates a similar feeling
Of invisibility to the senses.
I wish not for invisibility,
I wish to be your ghost
For exclusively your eyes
To witness me
As a shooting star
Scratches the sky
Leaving no trail
For those who missed it.
I hope I don’t miss
The trail of the gentle scratch
You leave in your last touch,
Letting this fleeting moment pass
Without recognition until lost.
If you spend forever in a single moment,
It’s not just a moment anymore,
For if you lose sight of me,
I'll erode away in the river
That you'll toss me in.
Emergence to accept defeat
That I let such a moment
Dissipate to become a lifetime
Of regret is the pressure point
In my mind regarding you.
Losing you now would be unforgivable,
Don’t let me go.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 10:16 PM UTC
The ability to never fail in speaking in the flow of sugary syrup is an undeniable form of art for me and the artists possessing this art are the ones from whom I am scared the most !
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
That face
how it shines
seeking to be closer
to those fingers that caress
softly spoken words
that call the divine.
So precious
all knowing pet
lovely creature that hums
such purpose becomes that closeness
in your eyes
you think me God.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
Push in and up against the slope
Loosened grip clasps a hold
Repeat intent between each slip
The tricky path teaches quick
Learn from within frustration
Then lean beyond a stationed pose
Hard tasks are masked in broken bits
With no one above to call upon
Possess the will to calm your fears
Retrace the steps that brought you here
Reach out across to peers instead
For each possess a thought process
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Last night I ran out of patience
If only I could perform an exorcism
On the demon living on 50th St
I'm not possessed, he's just possessive
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
**~ For Eliot York~
& Sally and Patty m
who convinced me to post it**
The answer my friend is
but one,
just one.
Blessed are those who bless you.
I say it.
20 times a day,
and sometimes 2000
I have lived this life,
afraid to fail,
and in doing so,
in deed, because of it,
failed repeatedly.
yada, yada, yada,
in a gadda
da vida,
baby,
don't you know that I'll always be true.
nine lifetimes
all, longtime gone,
yet, I still talk among you all,
for which the
requiring, surviving,
is
a tiny tablet daily,
of swallowed pride, history and
adult/e/rated luck.
omnipotent natural forces,
pretend to manage human affairs
most unnaturally,
sandy gods of wind and storm
bring dämmerung's
Sturm und Drang.
these forces are the
placers, surveyors, tabulators
and ultimately the
takers
of the divine sparks within us.
yet,
before them,
on bended, torn knees,
I am humbled.
for knowing just
one read
is all it takes,
to be acknowledged and
thus begins a commencement of a life
of indentured servitude
in gratitude
to
le rêve poétique
(the dream poetic)
yet,
I.am read more oft
hundreds of times a day.
~
who could have foresaw,
prophesied this outcome,
a statistical anomaly,
that the taste of me
could be so,
miracle of miracles,
wet warm and well received.
know not this craft,
unaware of its conventions,
meter rhyme and to the
other laws of poetry,
I plead a woeful countenance,
even a willful ignorance.
yet,
here I am bowed
by the weight, of the good graces,
so many have bestowed,
from the four corners
of this Earth
and worlds beyond.
a nubile newcomer,
who long wrote to himself, for himself,
audience of
one + one = two,
the man and
his foolishness in words,
now betraying publicly
what no counselor, doctor judge or lover, lawyer ever knew,
even family.
but who are you?
plainly admit,
do not understand.
ok there is a handful times five,
we are well connected,
a small coterie who
share each others
most private painful secrets,
pari-passu-mutuel,
mots friends of faithfulness,
dare not, deign, diminish them
ever
by calling them followers,
for now they are friends
but who are the rest of you?
step forward,
identify yourself,
that upon thy neck
I may fall,
whispering in your ears,
sweet I.am thanksgiving yam-words
none of us can be a sweet poem pie
unacknowledged,
unstated, unsated, untasted
and forever believe.
it takes lioness courage
to present your naked self,
place thy head in the guillotine,
expecting the silent applause of ignorance,
expect to be ignored,
just another head in the collection basket,
accursing those who curse you with
the now quieted slaughtered lambs,
the scribe's swords of smoke,
plaintive waterwords vaporized,
seeds unplanted,
the bleating sounds silenced.
*He crouched, he lay down like a lion
and like a lioness; who will rouse him up?*
I am a poet of the present,
you have brought me out of Egypt.
you have roused
my present days dying,
making my days of dwelling,
in the tent of Jacob,
an encampment of palm groves,
as a present
unto me.
The answer
is indeed just as you expected,
blowing in the wind,
through cedar trees beside the waters,
in the gardens, beside a river...
just one,
how thankful I.am to say,
blessed are those who bless you,
each and every
One.
<•>
written so long ago the date was erased,
back when the journey of a thousand too long poems,
was just beginning
posted only because
a few of you insisted.
If perchance you think this is some kind of self-glorification,
then you don't get me at all.
<•>
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
You are an integral multiple
of the beliefs that you
possess.
-Ikigai Poet
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
I have possessed myself,
In the evening of my
own becoming;
I lured myself
to sit alone
with no one
watching; I
cast my net
of torments
like hell stone
upon my own
Head.
I whispered
To myself in
a legion of
Voices until I
wished
To die. I watched
myself call for
Gods
Unknown while I,
my own
Hell's hound,
gnawed
on my own bones;
II summoned
my own inner demons
to join me for the
feast, never suspecting
that If I was
my own
demons I was also my
Own priest. And now
I've been exorcised
by myself and pulled
back from hell;
forever in service
of the angel
whose name
I call myself.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Sending all signals they possess the soul
Feel a jolt from clouds of lightning
This is all true I know
They have taken my soul
Replaced by something new
Just to get a new aspect view
Free the eternal soul within me
Not a question of why or what is with this
Songs I sing can not be replaced
The thought of that can not be erased
Things these days have no means to an end
I hope that someday there will be a another message I can send
Feeling the pressure I release a gift that will surface
Hoping someday something new will serve it’s purpose
They all confused me
Confounded because my talent is not lazy
Help me survive where I want to be
Because they all diluted me
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
You possess full ownership
To the key to my heart's door
And it means an awful lot
To not only have a spot
High upon your shelf, but
To feel you open the padlock,
Tiptoe in, your smile against mine,
And tuck, and lock, yourself inside
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
I want to possess you.
I want the quivering of your throne,
The trembling of your bones underneath me.
I want beautiful blood to bleed for me.
Reach for me from your place _beneath_ me.
Between my fingers
I want to feel the struggling breaths of your heart,
Pinched veins in your throat,
And your whimper like a sweet ****
In the dark...the dark.
The dark in my selfish eyes match the night.
The coo in my voice tells you it's fine...
Bruises ruin ruined skin,
I make you mine.
Thin nails along your jaw,
Devil's claw.
Say it now, say it raw:
You are mine.
Never let another come near,
Nor touch you, taste you.
Raging jealousy, I fear.
You are my pet who speaks when I say, my dear.
On the scent of musk, a predator's lust;
I must admit unsettling crime:
I'm tired of watching...
I'll make you mine.
Now beg for me.
Rope 'round your wrists,
Under my control.
You are darling like this.
Teeth leave starved greedy marks,
Labored torn lips and fingertips
Where the sweat pools in the dark...
The dark.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
be not possessed
by any thing or passion
but
possess thyself in love and purity
for so he wills to dwell within his broken and beloved sheep
and ever gently leads them
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
He had the power to both possess and shatter my entire universe, so he chose the latter. But he didn't know that it wasn't that easy to break me.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your a rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive
Beat around the bush but the bush could
Get cut down,
I wouldn't feel this way in shambles if i
Had you now,
I could put away my childish things to
Only later return to a kiss,
I wish that I could taste it, I could reach
It if it wasn't made of pure bliss,
am I what your looking for,
I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your an rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive
and when I'm not talking to the hive,
my heart and lasting memories can be
soon enough repaired
I won't just die
cause the memory of you is still here.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
i ask for what i
know i can never possess
do i never learn?
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Met a demon at the crossroads,
Under the night sky
Called her out because I wanted her
And I needed help to fly
"Possess me" I said,
Then a rush of warmth filled my veins
Why I needed her I didn't know
But love drives me insane
For payment she stole something,
Although I guess she played her part
She helped me get my life back on track
But now she has my heart
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Where the sky and the earth meet is where my love is created.
Where it's always just out of reach and not physically tangible. Where the sun visits daily and the birds are in constant pursuit of.
A love that can be seen but never possessed long enough to give away.
-F.T.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Her eyes posses a certain beauty that not even the Earth has seen,
and her smile captures the hearts of those that gaze in her direction.
She is unaware of the power she has in such a simple gesture and it drives even the most sane people into craziness.
~o.b.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
She wraps herself up in a blanket
and tucks herself in at night.
So alone in the world,
as the cold creeps around her,
and anxiety possesses her body.
She's watched her sister poison her body
with candy from the gutters.
She's watched her mother paint her own wrists
with a knife.
She feels helpless and at times hopeless,
aching for a positive change and a chance to be free.
She sees the world beautifully
and that light burns inside and flickers in her eyes,
yet the pain she sees around her takes her hostage,
and drags her around like a puppet on a string,
and like other weary souls she slips through the cracks
of secondhand pain.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
..life is full of life
like a magic land full of wonders,
like songs whose notes go high and low,
with lines which rhyme to make a flow!
and whole experiences in life goes just like a wind's blow:
soft yet swift, silent yet clear.
It begins,continues and may even end well only if you put forward a virtuous life indeed.
All you need to be away from is the poison tree
which fed Adam and Eve.
Look away!
It may be placed in the center of your life too.
You may find it the most glossy and glittering today.
Bowing to this may keep your head held down forever.
Know this fact for a sinless life
All the tempting trees yield fruits sour & reel
you'll stumble,totter,wobble & falter!
Then'll you realize fasting away this fruit was better.
But by then you'll lose paradise forever and fetter!
So let us all not reach to this concluding our lives should have a better ending.
which is to be more certain,graceful & dutiful.
Cos we live only once but it should have the worth of tons
Life'll help you do that..As "life attracts life"
BEAUTIFULLY ,ENORMOUSLY & PERFECTLY!!
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
It's very unlikely
Could be deadly
How those paper with faces of the dead
Could manipulate or fill us with dread
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
maybe life is compassion
it wears a fashion
of mercy and affection
but with you life is possession
..you fight so hard to get mine..
stealing it out of me..
in ways of unstoppable success
possess me..
i'll welcome you..
and i'll let you succeed
cause i want you to win
win over me..
then i start swaying under your control
your roar
and your sooth...
because to you my life is a possession
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC