#vicarious
I want my voice
- to steal fright and darkness and restore it with hope & freedom
- to rumble emotion into evanescence of transformation
- to answer your imbalance heart
- to question your wrong notion and naturally free you from your past.
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I am not Jesus, but my words can be converted as:
Still as water,
soothing as cold water,
Real as truth,
Direct as straightline.
Poetry is an art with no specific purpose of act.
But it pays taxes of emotion.
~Mikelson
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations
Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications
Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations
Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations
Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations
Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations
Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations
Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications
Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations
Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications
Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations
Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications
Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications
Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations
Umbral ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications
Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
To love when other people
feel happy in themselves
is the best bit of human
seeing other’s smiles
and feeling their confidence,
resilience, bliss or comfort rise
makes being alive make sense
The claws of jealousy,
covered in fibre-glass bristles,
can make you believe
that their gain is your loss
which is utter toss
Switch to embracing their joy
and you’ll employ your own
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
The past fades, it must,
alas! you fade to dust,
oblivion be thy death,
you are but a phantom,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.
Vicariously,
you pull through,
A man merely has one
yet this one gives life to two?
One as elegant and lovely,
her immortality
deserved to be made true,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.
Dreams be thy eyes,
mine sinking in them,
hours, days, months,
passed and to come,
Our kin never dies,
never did, never will.
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
I am a bit of a thief,
a killer king
stealing things
that are not mine,
to write
another line.
I pilfered
the filtered
through which others see,
to expand
the breadth
of what I understand.
I leveraged
past experiences,
to supplement my view
that despite my ambitions
come off slightly skewed.
I even bargained
and borrowed
my voice
from tomorrow,
so I could pass
pleasant wisdom
down to
all who
come to
view
this poetry
I wrote.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
The epitome, of working in the shadows
never having the spotlight, or acclaim
realizing you may fade, to grey
with no dogs in the hunt, or game
Kibitzing the edges and corners
making edits, of heroes' ploy
feeling all the pains and tortures
not sharing in, all the hard earned joy
Greatness is as greatness does
you know within your deepest soul
you've done and did everything you could, or can
even if, nobody ever knows
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Never competing
watching you
win the roses
again
and
again
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
I have no cause to blow my horn
or draw attention
or high praise
No gold upon the clothes I've worn
no paths or trails I've blazed
And yet
I have touched the sleeve
of great doings and grand things
To this day I still believe
I may have tugged on hero's strings
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Heading for the next election,
Votes vied for by vicarious politicians,
Who are we all voting for?
Is it for their superannuation? Or,
Streamlining services to sway us,
Does Oz really needs such fuss?
We're walking on the winning side,
Let's have some more Hi-fives!
Debates due no direction,
Teen brain selfie obsessions,
These are our politicians,
It's a short, amusing ride,
Someone pass vicarious pesticide!!!
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
You, photo sharing
pop-up rhymester
a one-day glory
for a full-time jester?
is that all you’ve got?
exulting in adulation
of ‘up thumb’ display
painstaking toil
for a chirpy convey
much bother for naught
go away from that evil
a rectangular cage
a duality so curbing
too daunting to assuage
surely, not asking a lot!
banter a bit, out of the cage
break her reckless grind
a cursed double-life
no cage to hide behind!
it wasn’t what she thought!
mother’s day isn’t just a day
it is your lifetime, borrowed
moment by moment
nourished and hallowed
a vicarious life – don’t let it rot!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a ******
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and ******
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
The melancholy of the wasteland
satiated: pinned down by bliss.
Hanging lamps with unnerving smiles
flickering with murderous intent.
Gas lines are primed and poised
for one hell of a barbeque.
Altruism amounts to nothing
when vultures are involved, adorned in gold.
All seeing death machines
do figure eights across the sky
Spewing heat from the mouth
moves the shadows amongst the darkness.
A rogue wave capsizes sycophants
the weak are run aground
mad, grinning like a facsimile
amongst the remains of a heart
that's imploded.
Even bloated whales consume for greed
picking dignity from their teeth.
Deny them the glory of being written
if you can pry your eyes
from the T.V. screen.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC