"actioned" poems
I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
by panel and plan
Significant thought
to trivial task,
I find myself missing
that which I've hatched
Impromptu I can do,
in scrutinies stare,
replayed ad infinitum
pretend I don't care
When waiting has waited
and I dare to break free,
will the watcher be waiting
or will I be free?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
I fell for someone's eyes to gaze into
Not for your eyes
I fell for a face to look at
Not for yours
I fell for the kind words
Not the mouth that made them
I fell for the perfume of the flowers
Not for your scent
I fell for the gifts and presents
Not the bringer of such things
I fell for the tender kisses
Not the lips that actioned them
I fell for the nights spent getting high
Not for the company I kept them with
I fell for the romantic dinners
Not the hands that prepared them
I fell for the midnight lust
Not the way you made love to me
I fell for 'I love you'
Not for the way you said it
I fell for the absence of 'someone'
I fell for a hand, lips and body of a guy
I fell for the missing link
But it was, and never will be.
I didn't fall for you
It wasn't you
I fell into nothing.
That nothing - was you.
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 1:24 PM UTC
Flies crept on cremated wounds
that had healed untidy..
stitches were never removed
they just descended within
suffocating the scars..
Scratching at there depth
within.
The conciseness
that caused the cuts to linger.
But still they bled internally.
Your scheming of false fears
will be actioned upon...
Your just a canary in a coal mine,
not realizing your already dead.
suffocated within a dark place..
I'm never going to heal,
but I'm never going to
suffocate on my ego.
Yours will just sing
till no one listens, sing silently little bird.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Heave ** Your cry astounds
Flummoxing your enemies ashore
Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword
Cutting down resistant scallywags
Thy treasure shall be mine!
You dash haphazardly between slashes
Excitement and *** course through
Fueling you to victory
Imposing is thy stance!
Booted foot on stack of cannon *****
Actioned-packed adventure
As you reave and raid the seas
Your adventure keeps me alert
But my ship's an iron beast of land
I think of daring combat
And your exploits give me hope
I load my rifle in hot anticipation
Prepared to write my own adventure
The giant steel hatch lowers
And hot iron rips through me
My adventure ends prematurely
My *** is without excitement and masks pain
A hospital bed now serves as my galleon
Your book by my bedside, untouched
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
You 'up there' are the thin motion in my heart that draws in the sinking feeling from my chest to the point I collapse, leaving darkness to reside and proceeding to intensify deep in my mind; inflicting helplessness and a sense of irritability.
My actions continue to be in alignment with the impulsiveness of my thoughts, in which I question the longevity of, and whether in that moment, 'feels like a decade of reasoning with myself' are they meant to be actioned or let pass with the storm that brews beside them, these thoughts create immense magnitude of hurt, trying to understand why.
I am convoluted in my thought process, but I manage to portray a life that looks seamless to the sheltered eye, people admire and aspire the path that's leading me, but they don't see the tears, pain, the fight and the whirlwind of criticism...my mind absorbed cynicism with comfort, there is a power in listening, observe before actioning, this skill is undermined.
Everyone's mind is unique just don't leave it in the box it was built-in.
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 4:18 AM UTC
terrorism works
thats the ugly truth
so why are you on the streets
on your knees
asking for your next move
protest soothes your conscience
once its been approved
signed off, sanctioned, actioned
by the very people youre shouting to
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC