"acceptence" poems
Yes so much indeed of this need!!!
Love...
LOVE IS ALREADY
Has always been and always,
Will Be
Willing to refill!!!
Only what We through this...
\ /
*Shared process have had, shut down, casting off out,
Have shut off through some,
'Big Squeeze's'*
\ Hugg's /
We long for...
He-Art
Dream's Of...
/ Lovingly...\
Waits Eternally On
t'ill it be
Of this re-filling;
He, S'he-Art's
Heart Mine
LOVE
Love
***IS
ALL
THERE IS
'Understanding'
'Seeing' 'Hearing'
Acceptence...***
/ \
Turn of process in re-fulling internally till over fulling,
Spilling and pouring out 'All Over Within Her' this 'Him';
/ \
Of which and by,
We Already,
Know Of!!!
***Imperishable Spiritually
We are granted as much as the 'Dust',***
STAR
Dusty Ones
Dusted
Star's
*Light
Star Dust
All Known As
EMcSquared's too,
We know our ******
Existence depends what is,
It's interdependence upon,
So Too...*
~***Without Is
As Within...****~~~
LOVE FROM:
Of Whereby She Sprung
'IS' Infinite' and too interdependent,
With this EMcSquared Domain...
<3
<3<3
<3<3<3
***HE-ART
HEART HEART
HEART HEART HEART***
***Therefor it is 'He', 'more' 'so missing'!!!
She' is in Her Own Turmoil, with and for this,
Shaman Master J said 'not even 'He' knows when,
These inherent forces come to restored balance' or,
These things that 'must come to pass'!!***
*Nostradamus too understood so much within,
With and about these could find no conclusion,
Of otherwise what was self evident,
Certain kinds of trends predictable,
But a blank of 'time/space',
That went blank thereabouts by,
Nine Times Nine the 81st page,
'The Lost Book of Nostradamus',
Where it was left open...*
IS... Us...
Knock Knock!!!
BLISS
You can become
***'One' with this then 'Great Architect',
See, Understand A Midwife Be Need,***
***Then Also Completely That None Can Be Left Out Indeed!!!
How else could 'It Be'!!!
OUR X'Factor'S' IS,
Are Klear Like Krishna's,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Flute Still Playing On,
In Such This Way Eternally...
This Such is the Spirit LOVE YES;
'Is Defaulted Upon Us'.
**** straight that is with Joy, Fun
'All Deep Connective Pleasure', BLISS'ED!!!***
I myself am Overly Grateful for Every,
***Each of 'All the Birdy's' Whom Still Shout 'even if'
We Are Only Hearing these as Whispers, Upon 'the whispering winds'!!
Re-Calling:
These X'Factors is Now Most Klear,
More On 'Cue',
Being more 'Key' to the...
'Always Open Door of ALL;
ALL WHOM SO MISS
KISSS'S OF THE BLISS'S;
'So Lonely Without X's of You';
On the Ever Imperishable River's In,
OUT OF THE INFINITE SEA OF LOVE,
SHE AND HE TOO ARE INTERDEPENDENT!!!!!***
*There are no dependents or independents,
outside beyond this first off and foremost;*
Come Home All Returning!!!!
~Sa Sa, Ra!!!~~
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
Your love touched trauma
as my body shuddered.
Tension released
tears poured out as I wept in silence
as I wept in darkness
as I wept, a master of deception
My pain stayed outside your awareness
Your hands across my chest
created an image
of a baby being dried after taking a bath
both of your hands were enough to grab my torso
and I became painfully aware of how feeble I am
weak and dependent
Harsh thoughts, pethetic
somewhere, somehow seeking redemption
while there is nothing to redeem
my challenge lies in acceptance
A path my mind created to stray
A path my mind created to survive
Acceptence for me will be the end of me
this me, fitted to survive in a world no longer this world
but the previous one, another reality
that has been explored and discovered.
But just like this world and the previous one
I always defy the reality that I see
Because the reality that I see doesn't coincide with
what's inside this core of me.
This core of me desperately trying to break loose
in this pethetic shell,
I WANNA BE MYSELF, YET I'M STUCK IN THIS SELFMADE PRISON, IT'S HELL
YET I AM THE WARDEN, THE GUARD AND THE GUY DROPPING
THE SOAP.
I HOLD THE ******* KEYS YET I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO
ALL I CAN DO NOW IS SIT BEHIND MY DESK, ROLL ONE UP
AND TAKE A **** so...
I don't have a ******* answer, I simply don't know.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
My parents often ask me, why are you so stressed, why are you so depressed, . . . . . why are you so . . . crazy?
Here and now I am going to answer that question.
1. stress
The main reason I stress is from responsibility.
RESPONSIBILITY
The word makes me go insane
All of it causes pain.
Sibilings, five younger sibilings,
they all have their things.
they each have someting that either causes me a responsibilty or stress, because its a constant worry, love.
School, all eight classes,
you expect aces.
I can't be perfect, but you want me to be, and that is a huge responsibility.
Home, all of it,
every single bit.
A home requires everybody to have a responsibility.
2. deppresed
The main reason i am often sad, mad, or a mixture of both is that you wouldn't accept me.
NO ACCEPTENCE
To know that you would hate me,
stops me from being free.
Gender, i hate it,
why do we label ourselfs why dont we quit.
I just want to be free and ya'll dont like that, so i can't.
Sexuality, mine is different,
and you would accept it.
The world is different why cant you see that, why is different bad?
Religon, the worst of all,
the lectures make me feel so small.
You force and force and it makes me wat t be farther and farther away.
3. crazy
I am crazy because you dont care.
OBLIVION
You can't see me trying so hard,
the only things you see tears me apart.
I am trying, cant you see,
being perect for you is always who i've been tring to be.
Don't you see me working, all the time, trying to please all of ya'll.
Perfection, its impossible,
nothing can be perfectly aligned on the table.
Why do I have to be your perfect christain daughter who does so well in school while I am unhappy? Why can't I be your unperfect person that follows their dreams and is happy?
- Your unperfect human, Zan.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
your tunic pupils
extractions from the sky
encircle all that which lays in your deepest masculine eyelashes
Im enthralled with your profile
meager looks of
hearts dispelled
onto something greater than life in its most simplest form
you represent everything natural
extracted from the very womb of earth
I am lost in my own thoughts
of my responsibilites
as a woman of culture and as an artist
will I forgive myself
for touching your wounds
maybe not
your judgment passes me
as a frail child looks upon his guardian
no I am not that
I cant be
yes
yes
I need these little things that make us move
with what you say
love
love
I do agree
I nod my head in acceptence
awfully
to these things I can never posess
I will speak to you in these matters harshly
you see
sometimes I come off as too intense
too ******
at times I will make you forget
that I contain any kind of beauty
I have a holocaust in my heart
somewhere in its driven corners
and a black plague forfiting casting spells
to hearts somewhere in my eyes
I have sold many goodbyes
ignored many whys
and kept many standbys
black I watched these skies
turn
red I watched these thighs
burn
and just as quickly turn
pale
with an execution that very well
lasts a year sometimes
I want to be yours
but the sun and the moon
cannot live side by side
and neither could our two seperate cores
the ****** and the sores
sleeping somewhere under the beds of these bookstores
you see
I want to be yours
but Im afraid I have been burnt single
due to my wars
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC
I see no degradtion
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
under the sheets of blood in my eyes
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC
selfish is as selfish does
i make my attempts to refuse cowardice
and mine for the gold in your heart
and ive delivered acceptence and determination on
the wings of carrier pigeons
you broke my ring
and you stick out your tongue
bitter little *****
i asked you to be kind
kind of kind
due to fragility
i know im damaged goods
and all damaged goods are a burden
and i am a beast
and i am a god
and i am unlubbable
and tonight im knocking on wood
because you wont even say hello anymore.
dont fret, disinterest is not individual folly
but shared in the space where we used to lay.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
I see no degradtion
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
Shattered glass and troubled winds Fear maintains persistence
Hysteria, muted
Alone, and rebutted
Latching onto resistance
Desperate, for fun
Out goes my heart;
Here I am, pint of ***
The night has yet been dark
The mood is nothing, but dreary
Our lives have only begun
Patient hearts have untrue intentions
Acceptence, for only a night of pleasure
Shadows hide a past of gloom and spite
Morning creeps, and souls, they scramble beneath
The poor, the lonely unwanted soul;
They see no clear reality
They roam helpless and scarred
They are indubitably unsure
We are here
Gone
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
you have created a positive energy within me
that gives birth everytime you linger in my presence
my womb explodes with your static blue
leaving permanent goodsebumps whispering
the deepest tales of forbidden love
my cheek has found its warm home on your chest
listening to your heart beat
my ears have longed for the noise of your life
flickering beneath me like my ghosts that burn
when you place your hand so simply upon mine
you are water to my soul spreading like
glowing beams of light through my frail body,
sustaining and giving me the power to open my eyes from deadly sleep
drag my being into infinte space and I, because of you
can light the darkest edge of the universe
you have given me the power of 10,000 burning suns
I feel that anything is possible, strangely enough
and for the first time I have placed a pressure
upon myself to become more of another human
full of hope and acceptence, you move me
there is a eager passion waging war inside of
my arms to fight any army to bring you near me
let me protect you. let me be the one to bring
you more sincerity if it be possible
can you be filled with more love
I want us to build our home with the seeds
we have found in each others secluded gardens
while I write the lines that make us beautiful
and you sing them with your trembeling voice
May 2, 2011
May 2, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
Looking around I see the faces of broken men
bore into the dredge of life
on a train going nowhere and nowhere too go
sitting waiting for the next stop
a life thats broken
broken of will
a shout goes out its their number up
time to move on now
make room for another drudge
I see in their eyes a look understood
a nod of acceptence
a mirrored tip
my life on the train now ..
time to get off
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
we are,
but the little pebbles
nestled
in the sand of time's
slow flowing river.
it is merely,
the disparate nature
of our minute size
in opposition
to the immensity
of the ponderous
river's drift,
that creates
the grind of pebble,
one to another.
causing,
the eroding
of our
singular thoughts.
it is only
the gentle tap-clacking
of another's desire
to know,
and be known.
that causes,
the acceptence
of the rasp and rub
of external catechisms.
causing,
rejuvenation
in the questing
of kindred souls.
that causes
the revelation
of differing paradigmal,
sways and drifts,
some sympathetic,
some callously
indifferent.
causing,
an ebb and flow
of treatise
and dissertation.
as we abraid
and hone
each other's
sensory disposition,
begetting,
spectrumunul emotions
from elanic bliss
to yearning,
dolorous sorrow.
that causes,
introspective despair
that grapples
against difinitive delight.
we the pebbles,
caught within
this mental current,
cannot visualise
the infinitesimal alterations wrought by time.
yet,
others remark
upon the changes,
that is the way
of the waters path,
as time flows,
unrepentant
into the basin
of life's sea.
we must to survive,
simply concede
our pretentions
and comply
to the power inherit
in the water's
flow
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
What does one do
When their own blood
Treats them like ****
When they arent welcomed in
Their own home anymore
When the razor blades are rusty
And the well of tears run dry
When their heart aches and breaks
For it is love and acceptence they desire
When curling up in a ball
Naked in the bed doesnt suffice
And banging your head on a wall
Does nothing but anger your so called loved ones
Friends say "two more years"
But I will die, perish into nothing
If I must wait two more years
Trapped inside a hell
That they call home
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
my whole life
I always dressed up
was obsessed with how i looked
and now today
I walked down the street
looking at myself
and I thought wow I'm pretty,
but why does it matter so much??
why does it matter if others are more or less
beautiful than I am?
I think
I was taught that my whole worth
was in how i looked
now I am starting to see
that there is so much more to me
than how I look
there is a soul
a creative mind
a flawed human being,
learning to dress in many ways
much simpler
with less of a rush and a fuss
is so healing.
I believe that spending so much time alone
while it is very hard is very important ,
to learn that so much ,
of what we are taught is so important ,
is really very much not,
and the good thing is that people really don't care.
I am working on learning
that who I am is not dependent ,
on if he likes me
or if she wants me
but in the internal worth and love
and acceptence ,
that I carry within myself
and that it is so much easier,
to blame the world for our issues
and it doesn't mean that
others aren't at fault ,
but there are always two people at play here ,
I've realized the mistakes I have made in my life,
I am learning from them,
learning how to trust myself
I think this is the greatest gift of all.
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 12:33 PM UTC
the voice,
sultry, smooth...
like warm cream
sings, songs
of sad acceptence
as we drink,
our gaily coloured
cocktails
and talked
of small
and always,
insignificant things.
his breath warm,
insipid, sursurrating
upon my ear
the l.b.d.
still has power....
to attract.
the wearer
however
is far past ...
bored,
with the swirling,
synergies
of the academic pond.
......too many barracudas
and the voice
sings on...
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
Love is war while at peace,
Never won and never beat,
Love is when you feel the heat,
The heat of a quickening heartbeat,
Joy, pain, and sorrow,
You'll barely last 'till tomorrow,
Through the rain you will gain,
A heavy heart filled with pain,
With this pain you must choose,
Open heart,
Or
Frozen stiff,
Trust me this is no myth,
What you choose is what you'll be,
Will you choose ice and snow,
Or
Will you choose to really know,
Acceptence,
Or
Rejectence,
Its up to you.
Now its time for you to choose.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
To be free is to free others from their restraints.
To be accepted is to accept.
You have love running through your veins,
But it doesn’t reach your brain.
No one ever made a difference by being like the others
Being like others isn’t you; or her; or him;
You dance,
I sing.
The world doesn’t like to sin.
But when you look through the magnifying glass, all of that is just pretend.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
I'm letting go of the person I knew
Of you
Of myself
The hurt never lead to freedom
But the key
Was always there
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Are we not all equal?
Are we not truly free?
Are our decisions truly ours?
Or are they preset for us?
I couldn't tell you,
But I can remind you
You are who you are.
Accept it if you must
Deny if you can
And keep in mind that
The only way we can be free,
Is to free ourselves from the
Only prison that truly matters
Our minds.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
God is wearing many different shades of Orange in this gorgeous sunset over the water tonight
God is working in my life in various ways that make me get down on my knees and pray in thanks
God wears the face of a man l've only recently met who has lended me so many helping hands
God is working to restore my soul to the original mold before I grow too old
God wears the face of a dying drunk to show me if I keep doing wrong then that is what I will become
God is working to restore my faith so I will truly let go and finally accept His loving grace
God, wear me, so I can show others what you have shown me
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC