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"adhering" poems
Can you feel all the suffering, can you see it? Stop embracing the hate of your own humanity, just quit it Why all the hypocrisy? Challenge your democracy Aim for enlightenment Fight against all ill torment Oppression, alienation, inequality The government's manipulative utilities Explore your human aptitude Your mind and your magnitude Because passion is power and You can make all evil cower Work to open your third eye Don't cry or comply, but rather ask "why?" Empathy and compassion are most important Without them, moral principles remain impotent Our world is nothing compared to the entire universe We are so small, egoistic, and it's getting worse Focused on all of the wrongs ideals Creating terrible and false ordeals Our world is cruel and mean Too many people die hungry There's no such thing as equality or true justice It does not exist in this realm of consciousness If only we could shift the system and our ways Then things would continue to fall into place But change is virtually unachievable Especially when entities with just intents are inconceivable Human beings are clueless, trapped in a trance Don't let yourself fall victim to your ignorance You need to expand your knowledge and your perspective Aim to be more pensive and introspective Challenge absolutely everything you are told Form your own beliefs, don't let your mind be controlled Remove yourself from conformity and complacency And you'll realize a multitude of problems, that I guarantee *You can't trust anything
 Hear what I'm saying 
 No you cant trust anything 
Believing is damaging
 Creating is everything, it's promising Stop adhering to societal norms
 Why do you conform
 To all that
 The government tells us
 All that society spells for us Why don't you realize
 Wake up from all the lies
 The world is an intricate place, that you can't replace
 But you can change your ways and your pace 
Create some displacement in the system Stand up your rights
 And what you believe in
 Be genuine 
Imagine
 Not one person, thing, or system
 Can tell us, control us, conform us* With enough minds open and motivated We can help those oppressed and alienated We can change this race for the better Let's all work to be that kind of trendsetter Come on, let's start a movement So we can see some real improvement In our world, our ways, and our wisdom But most importantly in the system
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Corruption
Can you feel all the suffering, can you see it? Stop embracing the hate of your own humanity, just quit it Why all the hypocrisy? Challenge your democracy Aim for enlightenment Fight against all ill torment Oppression, alienation, inequality The government's manipulative utilities Explore your human aptitude Your mind and your magnitude Because passion is power and You can make all evil cower Work to open your third eye Don't cry or comply, but rather ask "why?" Empathy and compassion are most important Without them, moral principles remain impotent Our world is nothing compared to the entire universe We are so small, egoistic, and it's getting worse Focused on all of the wrongs ideals Creating terrible and false ordeals Our world is cruel and mean Too many people die hungry There's no such thing as equality or true justice It does not exist in this realm of consciousness If only we could shift the system and our ways Then things would continue to fall into place But change is virtually unachievable Especially when entities with just intents are inconceivable Human beings are clueless, trapped in a trance Don't let yourself fall victim to your ignorance You need to expand your knowledge and your perspective Aim to be more pensive and introspective Challenge absolutely everything you are told Form your own beliefs, don't let your mind be controlled Remove yourself from conformity and complacency And you'll realize a multitude of problems, that I guarantee *You can't trust anything
 Hear what I'm saying 
 No you cant trust anything 
Believing is damaging
 Creating is everything, it's promising Stop adhering to societal norms
 Why do you conform
 To all that
 The government tells us
 All that society spells for us Why don't you realize
 Wake up from all the lies
 The world is an intricate place, that you can't replace
 But you can change your ways and your pace 
Create some displacement in the system Stand up your rights
 And what you believe in
 Be genuine 
Imagine
 Not one person, thing, or system
 Can tell us, control us, conform us* With enough minds open and motivated We can help those oppressed and alienated We can change this race for the better Let's all work to be that kind of trendsetter Come on, let's start a movement So we can see some real improvement In our world, our ways, and our wisdom But most importantly in the system
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Violin sonatas of gloom Acoustics of desire Play all at once A peculiar compilation An elegy of sorts For yours truly Welcome to life Soak up the unrealised potential Inflamed with rage To this day You walk this earth With a strong conviction You owe yourself something You cannot deliver Extreme self-expectations Coupled with perfectionism The fatal modus operandi You continue adhering to Goodluck with standing in the way Of your own happiness Thrive in your concentrated negativity While seeking solace in one-liners Of absolute ******** You maybe a joke But you are hilarious Oh, wait.. the joke wore thin A dozen punchlines ago You died 12 summers ago It’s whatever One day bitter and wilted As you sit in a cold impersonal office You will dream about the ocean And mourn wasted youth Today will be yesterday Today is ruined Tomorrow is dead.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Outlook
My dreams are filled with the rush the freedom and the road treading lines ahead of us adhering too the code The hum of radial tires and the feel of your arms burning with desires passing fields and farms It's not the rebel spirit or the need to be untamed not what others would permit I'll never be ashamed The heavens have no demand that I will ever heed as down the track my own command the road, the wind, and you fulfilling every need
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's just the wind
Serenity my impractical refrain What oceans I have seen could not contain you Still from long ago You sleep with sediment in caves of night Aiding my excuse not to come rescue While only you could rescue me And iron out my body crumpled To let us sleep with tidy sheets Relived of grime and filth that has compiled upon my years Believing I can live with out A single decent peace of mind Oppression now has swam up stream And lurks between resembled shadows Of the memories adhering only to your name Oh serenity my impractical refrain Through fault, from which I’ve been delivered A bitter place I’ve built around my self Know that amends are only spoken towards your name Depleted, torn and strewn I simmer Swept a ‘withered, for oppression now lies within Arise a faint acknowledge towards me If ever you wish to return And I will tend my bed so rightly For our sound sleep, together, healing burns
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
“Serenity, My Impractical Refrain”
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we live for moments that will sweep us of our feets:> And her pupils dilate betraying her detachment She senses his invading into the crowd She drips to her feet in confusion and curiosity about that mysterious gleam adhering her She tries to ignore but couldn't help She yearns for the ocean eyes She finds herself tensing to the touch of his gaze that trickles a striking chill down her shoulders to her lower spine And she melts with lust and entice ------ravenfeels
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Eyes Betray Us
Fleer to grin or laugh coarsely or mockingly have you fleered today? or do you fleer the day that your greatest fears will fleer right in your face I think it’s funny how the word fear sounds like fleer well not ‘funny’, per say, but in a dark ironic fashion because, so often we fear to be fleered we fear to hear cackling that define our mistakes to be clear but if you fleer at fear then maybe, just maybe, fear will go away if you laugh in its face and say ‘I won’t be fleered today, but you, you fear, will fear the day, that you become fleered in an adhering way so stop making me fear and steer clear away cause once the end is here it will be freaking clear as day that you fear, were the real ***** the whole. entire. time.’ cause, really, fear just fears to be fleered as much as you do so fear shouldn’t be feared because it’s just here to confuse you because the ‘only thing to fear is fear itself’ but if you fear fear then it will trick you to believe something else because we’re all deprived of the hope that our cards that are dealt are just another way to make life a hell so don’t fear, fear, look it straight in the eye then turn away from fear because there are miles ahead of you that don’t involve fear, that involve confidence and security and your journey is just about to begin -Slang
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
untitled poem #3
Five for fighting hands to the face personal foul player disgrace Illegal contact leap in the fray willful head shot leg astray Encroachment defense mouth guard out roughing the passer back field bout Grounding the pigskin mis-aligned horse collar tackle clip from behind Knee on knee offside end unnecessary roughness too many men Gross misconduct poke in the eye hooking the shooter sticks up high Match ejection over the top face off folly penalty shot Unsportsmanlike conduct chopping the block slew foot infraction hammer lock Stick to the head kick in the crotch **** end jab adhering the watch Slashing the d-man spearing the wing running the keeper back checking Intentional grounding stoppage in play punching and hacking delay of the game Striking the ref aggressor in fight obstructing the line out ear in a bite Loss of downs hands in the ruck pinching and boarding illegal upchuck Rules of the battle by the bye pushing the limits with a wink of an eye
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
The Sin Bin
No hope brought nor thought! Not from the dope or the pope! Or the imaginary rope, tightly around my throat. As I boast, as I note and quote! These bright, white halls and walls surround me in dumbfound! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... A squire in dire! A squire in fire and need! Shadow’s greed, conspiring too feed in desire, on my admire, inspire, perspire and wires. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... Hey, they say I’m insane in the brain! Despite the real pain of the sprains and strain! Despite these wires I feel in my veins. In spite of the constant, existent, insistent and persistent rain. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... Forgotten directions, recollections and revelations. Insecure affections and seducing reflections. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... Once more adhering, enduring, fearing the nearing, the infection, the rejection and injections! The ongoing detention and retention! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... At times I dread in my head! Those crimes and prime rhymes that sing of dreams, gleams, themes and things are not as they seem! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy…
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
POEM ENTITLED: “STARE CRAZY”
I do not feel myself today Stolen stunned sparkle sunned Crystallizing adrenaline ***** hypertension maniac Overwhelming in here. Crowded. Always willing to be the first to jump Potent love affairs with rushing wind and endless heights Break apart. Come undone. Let go. More surreal than tangible Fading softly into the mist of kilauea Great fire mother blessing me with the burning Ablaze, a Phoenix from the flames, rising into the night Bursting all over the constellations, adhering to the cosmos Third eye open Awed. Amazed.
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
StarChild
I’m always hearing music so I must be listening too close Seeking answers in the lyrics Adhering to every word spoke It’s said that insanity is surely defined Doing the same thing over and over again I always find myself wanting to go back and again, I find the means to an end If I tried to run away there would be a repeated proof The asylum is ineludible and I’m clearly crazy for you Trying every method to remove what the conductor put in me Binding strings of a puppet master inspired to play this symphony The end of days may not come soon but someday, in that palace of the sky I’ll look in the directory for the one with celestial eyes I’ll ask for only five minutes I’ll try to explain in the short time All I was never able to find words for in the world of yours and mine Love for only giving, could have been but, was too often unforgiving Broken hearts simply tried to survive but, life without you was not living There was no peace where there was pride and I’m not looking for alibies But always found myself asking why even apart, your happiness was mine We promised it’s unconditional but didn’t survive dark times Silence as our backs turned to conceal the cries Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure as I waited for a shooting star in the sky What I gave to you is always yours Till the end of time, this love abides ~ Scott Mitchell
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
Devout Notes
Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands, I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins-- “Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation, “Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.” *“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle. I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Defacing a Rubik's
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
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They tried so hard to banish me To eternal non-entity; They resented my voice They denied me a choice; I had to be the type of soul Adhering to their own goals. The don’t care what we suffer They speechify and don’t stutter. They haven’t been secretive About the way they’d have me live. They bellow and bawl their mind And little of it is anything kind. They have no obvious compunction Behind their every injunction. They point and label me something odd, Invoke a two thousand year-old god. They drape themselves in our flag And shout names like queer and *** And tell us we are abominations Not fit to live in Christian nations But they forget that we all free To choose what our religion will be. In truth, they do not seem to care About anyone’s opinion but theirs. The hardest thing of all to bear Is for all the venom they share Is that this country has rules That they ignore by being fools. They want the right to tell us all Who we can bring with us to the ball And who we can love or marry. What a heinous load for us to carry. There may be nothing quite as egregious As a congressman all sanctimonious Who tells us we must not disparage The sanctity of heterosexual marriage Whether is his bride number three or four That’s exactly what the Christianity is for Because didn’t Jesus himself say He didn’t want no homos today?
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
FUNERAL FOR A SACRED COW
His mouth was a nuclear leak (he fried his brain when he was 17) And I can’t get the burning toxins off my skin (and that is as far as he ever grew up) Some of them have seeped in deeper, I can (he’s amused by stick figure animation) Hear them rupture the seams of my insides (and the shuffling photos of his obsessions;) My brain thankfully, is still intact (his car, his clothes, his kids…and me) Fighting this fight heroically (my god, to be one of his children) Anxiously looking over my shoulder (he can’t keep a nanny for very long) Refuting his demeaning accusations (no one stays in his life who is not on payroll) ********* Narcissist (but even they all quit eventually) Still forgiving myself for letting it happen (oblivious that his entourage disrespects him) This antithesis-of-me-toxic-bath (he is incapable of giving or deserving trust) Disdained my beliefs and philosophies (he still wishes he had his mullet of 1986) Demanded my selflessness without return (and the older woman he ****** in high school) Reduced me to dismissible arm candy; (immature alcoholic tantrums lie just) The missing feature of his pride (below the surface of every conversation) And I can’t shake this feeling (which speak exclusively of himself and his many impulses) That I have truly met evil face to face (or the stupidity of humanity who serve his whims) Afraid to realize how narrowly I escaped (his highest dream is to own a personal servant) Except for the residue (explains his demands clearly and concisely) Adhering like burned on soap **** (believes money and a big **** make him a man) I feel like he will never, ever really be gone (his reptilian brain controls every move) That he will still try to own me or make me (“I don’t want to be an ******* I’m just really good at it”) Pay for refusing to surrender my soul (funny, those words almost make me feel sorry for him)
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Psychopath Residue
His mouth was a nuclear leak (he fried his brain when he was 17) And I can’t get the burning toxins off my skin (and that is as far as he ever grew up) Some of them have seeped in deeper, I can (he’s amused by stick figure animation) Hear them rupture the seams of my insides (and the shuffling photos of his obsessions;) My brain thankfully, is still intact (his car, his clothes, his kids…and me) Fighting this fight heroically (my god, to be one of his children) Anxiously looking over my shoulder (he can’t keep a nanny for very long) Refuting his demeaning accusations (no one stays in his life who is not on payroll) ********* Narcissist (but even they all quit eventually) Still forgiving myself for letting it happen (oblivious that his entourage disrespects him) This antithesis-of-me-toxic-bath (he is incapable of giving or deserving trust) Disdained my beliefs and philosophies (he still wishes he had his mullet of 1986) Demanded my selflessness without return (and the older woman he ****** in high school) Reduced me to dismissible arm candy; (immature alcoholic tantrums lie just) The missing feature of his pride (below the surface of every conversation) And I can’t shake this feeling (which speak exclusively of himself and his many impulses) That I have truly met evil face to face (or the stupidity of humanity who serve his whims) Afraid to realize how narrowly I escaped (his highest dream is to own a personal servant) Except for the residue (explains his demands clearly and concisely) Adhering like burned on soap **** (believes money and a big **** make him a man) I feel like he will never, ever really be gone (his reptilian brain controls every move) That he will still try to own me or make me (“I don’t want to be an ******* I’m just really good at it”) Pay for refusing to surrender my soul (funny, those words almost make me feel sorry for him)
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Some say she’s a maverick. She refuses to play by the rule, she’d rather create her own rule. Not that much of a rebel, just a bit free-spirited by heart. Some say she’s a square peg in a round hole. A black dress amidst a wedding party. Ripped jeans among trousers. A pair of sneakers among pairs of high heels. A cup of tequila between white wines. But really, she’s only a misfit. She has always been one. An unorthodox individual living in a world where people must be the same in order to be freed of scrutiny. She isn’t afraid to cross the line of conformity. Even ever since she was little, she has always frowned upon the game of pretentious act that people around her have been playing. She often finds herself in question, for she is non-adhering to the idea of being a sheep flocking to the herd. Some say she’s the epitome of late night shots taken by the distressed. Not as the last, desperate resort, but as the first aid. Some say she’s the embodiment of the bitter aftertaste when you sip a cup of coffee that you got from a store stood on the roadside during your impromptu midnight road trip. She shows up by chance, looking plain as ever. But really, she’s a mild surprise once she gets her way into you. One that you might not expect. Some say she’s a thorn wire disguised in vineyard. It isn’t quite easy to strip away of her self-defense. But once she’s provoked, she’s provoked. Some say she’s a train wreck. And boy, weren’t they right. Her life might be a mess, but it is one hell of a beautiful mess she’s proudly living. If anything, she has mastered the art of living in perpetual, concomitant tragedies. Some say she’s more of a goodbye than a hello. A bittersweet memory than a sugarcoated present. She’s never one of a dreamer, but she puts her hopes in the beauty of imperfections – of the feeling of loss. Experience has taught her not to make people her happiness, for they are but a fleeting moment of enchantment.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
About Me
Some say she’s a maverick. She refuses to play by the rule, she’d rather create her own rule. Not that much of a rebel, just a bit free-spirited by heart. Some say she’s a square peg in a round hole. A black dress amidst a wedding party. Ripped jeans among trousers. A pair of sneakers among pairs of high heels. A cup of tequila between white wines. But really, she’s only a misfit. She has always been one. An unorthodox individual living in a world where people must be the same in order to be freed of scrutiny. She isn’t afraid to cross the line of conformity. Even ever since she was little, she has always frowned upon the game of pretentious act that people around her have been playing. She often finds herself in question, for she is non-adhering to the idea of being a sheep flocking to the herd. Some say she’s the epitome of late night shots taken by the distressed. Not as the last, desperate resort, but as the first aid. Some say she’s the embodiment of the bitter aftertaste when you sip a cup of coffee that you got from a store stood on the roadside during your impromptu midnight road trip. She shows up by chance, looking plain as ever. But really, she’s a mild surprise once she gets her way into you. One that you might not expect. Some say she’s a thorn wire disguised in vineyard. It isn’t quite easy to strip away of her self-defense. But once she’s provoked, she’s provoked. Some say she’s a train wreck. And boy, weren’t they right. Her life might be a mess, but it is one hell of a beautiful mess she’s proudly living. If anything, she has mastered the art of living in perpetual, concomitant tragedies. Some say she’s more of a goodbye than a hello. A bittersweet memory than a sugarcoated present. She’s never one of a dreamer, but she puts her hopes in the beauty of imperfections – of the feeling of loss. Experience has taught her not to make people her happiness, for they are but a fleeting moment of enchantment.
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I. Letter 1 You write of sitting in the cold of anxiety about your grant not coming & how you lonely you are & how you'll send the money for those jeans of yours she paid for not wanting to come between her & her mother & of the growing distance between you such a poor, proud country boy unwilling, still to give up on what all see as a crazy dream & talking of emigration & how you couldn't find the book she wanted in the shops, for it was sold out A letter to your English girlfriend never sent & poignant all the more for it I.I Letter 2 You write of your concern for us, my mother & me, praying we have enough to eat saying you wish you were there to stand in hopeless Russian food queues for us and how hard it is to be so helpless You talk of shouting on the phone & how you didn't mean to do it & of how love and pain are two sides of the same coin & how when you & my mother talk you never say anything much, just talk about the Museum & dinosaur bones & how mad this is, how wrong my mother would say those bones were your reason for your so-called love that she should have seen the naked ambition in your eyes that of a man used to poverty, reaching for more aiming for notoriety, whilst lying of love I.I.I Letter 3 You call my mother ' Princess' (my mother doesn't know this is cliche) & talk of British superstitions such as black cats being unlucky & ask why Russians think asking for photographs of people is unlucky a superstition my mother doesn't recall when I ask her about it now Black cats, is that why I ended up in hospital in Britain in a land of the free robbed of my freedom because we had a black cat? I always thought them lucky, adhering to the Russian superstition I guess I might have been wrong back then you talked of emigration of wanting to move to Russia to be with us I.V Letter 4 I can mostly only imagine it from my mother's words your letter to her who was 23 named ' Lily' after the flower of death bringing the death of our family She calls you ' Day-Day' like your youth's English girlfriend in your mid-life crisis you've turned into a poet & are talking of your secret love & nursing memories of love-bites all else is dust & forgotten you'd later cry on the Chinese hotel bed in front of your wife, my mother ' how can I refuse these offerings' & eleven years go by occasionally we talk on the phone it's something you don't deserve
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Love Letters
I. Letter 1 You write of sitting in the cold of anxiety about your grant not coming & how you lonely you are & how you'll send the money for those jeans of yours she paid for not wanting to come between her & her mother & of the growing distance between you such a poor, proud country boy unwilling, still to give up on what all see as a crazy dream & talking of emigration & how you couldn't find the book she wanted in the shops, for it was sold out A letter to your English girlfriend never sent & poignant all the more for it I.I Letter 2 You write of your concern for us, my mother & me, praying we have enough to eat saying you wish you were there to stand in hopeless Russian food queues for us and how hard it is to be so helpless You talk of shouting on the phone & how you didn't mean to do it & of how love and pain are two sides of the same coin & how when you & my mother talk you never say anything much, just talk about the Museum & dinosaur bones & how mad this is, how wrong my mother would say those bones were your reason for your so-called love that she should have seen the naked ambition in your eyes that of a man used to poverty, reaching for more aiming for notoriety, whilst lying of love I.I.I Letter 3 You call my mother ' Princess' (my mother doesn't know this is cliche) & talk of British superstitions such as black cats being unlucky & ask why Russians think asking for photographs of people is unlucky a superstition my mother doesn't recall when I ask her about it now Black cats, is that why I ended up in hospital in Britain in a land of the free robbed of my freedom because we had a black cat? I always thought them lucky, adhering to the Russian superstition I guess I might have been wrong back then you talked of emigration of wanting to move to Russia to be with us I.V Letter 4 I can mostly only imagine it from my mother's words your letter to her who was 23 named ' Lily' after the flower of death bringing the death of our family She calls you ' Day-Day' like your youth's English girlfriend in your mid-life crisis you've turned into a poet & are talking of your secret love & nursing memories of love-bites all else is dust & forgotten you'd later cry on the Chinese hotel bed in front of your wife, my mother ' how can I refuse these offerings' & eleven years go by occasionally we talk on the phone it's something you don't deserve
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"Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus, adhering to rules, to rules, to rules." Baptized once again at 31 you were dressed in an apron of glory purple-inked and gas-filled a ******** carved inside your head Withering in the basement at the age of 10 you took the blade as a best friend a walking miracle, a providence you were a tempest of silent wails Ariel has made a banshee out of you the world is going up in a shriek but your head never went with it an epoch later; you're in holy flames A golden lotus crescendos in the ground stripped of the chance to see your Ariel grow the bell jar is inhabited by some my patriotism has been ablaze O' American Isis I grant you now the discretion you desired you don't have to adhere to rules anymore The universe is coming by your side
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
A Birthday, Pleasant
"looking at the future of your creation... when creation is the art of being in the moment" ~program notes from the Grand Finale, a dance by Hofesh Schecter, choreographer, composer~ <•> *as one who makes their living, affirms their existence, by staring at the blue-white screen, a blank black backdrop, an empty stage, a blue lined spiral-notebook, stationary store fresh thinking only of the inky black commandment of what next - a contradiction comprehended with perfect understanding, for the composition unborn unimagined yet shaping, chafing, child birthing, will be seeded thru many tiny moments of webbed connected secretions, imaging the whole, yet the future arrives serialized as drops, slow and singular, additive and adhering, even addicting throw them all up to the ceiling tableau, a letter, a note, a visionary imagery of many dancers bodies in photo time-lapse time captured what sticks, what returns, the returns needy of refurbishment, a fresh dice throw, the retrofitting of a new combination moment thus the future forms, the wet moments fill the crystal glass, spilling over, spilling out from within, when all spent, all the next moments are silent, water stilling, le futur est arrivé, but the individuals that are its construct, wave friendly to you, asking do you remember me, tenderly, parentally, I concede to each their birthright, how they transversed from the past, presented into the future, only to arrive in the here and now,* as a present to us all 11/11/17 8:55am
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
composing the future in the moment
"looking at the future of your creation... when creation is the art of being in the moment" ~program notes from the Grand Finale, a dance by Hofesh Schecter, choreographer, composer~ <•> *as one who makes their living, affirms their existence, by staring at the blue-white screen, a blank black backdrop, an empty stage, a blue lined spiral-notebook, stationary store fresh thinking only of the inky black commandment of what next - a contradiction comprehended with perfect understanding, for the composition unborn unimagined yet shaping, chafing, child birthing, will be seeded thru many tiny moments of webbed connected secretions, imaging the whole, yet the future arrives serialized as drops, slow and singular, additive and adhering, even addicting throw them all up to the ceiling tableau, a letter, a note, a visionary imagery of many dancers bodies in photo time-lapse time captured what sticks, what returns, the returns needy of refurbishment, a fresh dice throw, the retrofitting of a new combination moment thus the future forms, the wet moments fill the crystal glass, spilling over, spilling out from within, when all spent, all the next moments are silent, water stilling, le futur est arrivé, but the individuals that are its construct, wave friendly to you, asking do you remember me, tenderly, parentally, I concede to each their birthright, how they transversed from the past, presented into the future, only to arrive in the here and now,* as a present to us all 11/11/17 8:55am
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Overwhelming, bitter, unsteady Alcohol burned my nostrils Wisps of the scent crawling Crawling through my sinuses Lodging in my nervous system Obscuring the thoughts Adhering to the brain Your choice affects me. And though it may seem strange, Such a way of delight enters me When you speak my name. We dance with a dance That is not our own Statistical, recycled, frequent Beer bottles chipped, flutes shattered From slamming against the coffee table. You twirl me towards a wine glass. Blood seeps from the shards Staining crimson, the carpet of facade. Acidic from heel to bunion, Daddy no longer dances.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Daddy's Dance
My birthday is on the 19th it'll be a riot the next day, they say My birthday is on the 19th the rioters won't be quiet come what may My birthday is on the 19th I'm not adhering to my diet that bittersweet day My birthday is on the 19th I'm not so happy about it this year My birthday is on the 19th the next day fills me with fear My birthday is on the 19th can't be near those I hold dear My birthday is on the 19th it'll be a riot, they say come what may, the 19th is my day
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
January 19th
We're both the same element but she's wildfire and I'm a weapons maker the tempered blacksmith too distant in his own work over planning a "good use" for all my passions I presumed to craft a spear 150,000 ft at least I'll **** and **** away in silence sipping coffee in my low hearth haven In hopes you wonder how I really feel and perhaps spill fire willy-nilly embers annoying friends and family catch the drapes inadvertently Will this distance vow we agreed upon without metaphor be mended through silent adhering Or is the Lady of the Ram waiting for a golden armor gesture Where I appear unannounced and we'll turn your wild fire into iron flowers For now, I stare at my forge going blind.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Astrology
Sun begins its rise, taking baton from setting moon Freak closes curtain, sealing darkness within his room Compulsive habits draw and push, metering this tune Addict sees the devil, meandering wide labyrinth Drunkard finds green fairy within precious Absinthe Religious zeal is just a steal from place called Nazareth Judging from the junkies, who line up on the street Methadone clinics make perfect meet and greet Cops are robbers, faking stats, keeping rule of their own beat Faithful followers of god-pill-poppers do it just the same All the people seeking steeples, much, much the same When will devotee know a drug by any godly name? It all goes round and in this town, martyrs everywhere Adhering doom upon a tomb, getting closer there What we don’t know is soon to show a resemblance of somewhere
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Pills, Points And Prayers
Africa my Africa The giant rock on the river bank Yes! Africa the lover of her nations The giant of all continent Africa the lover of culture In Africa, culture communicates… beauty and love. Have you seen our wrappers? The magnitude of her colours is so adhering See the beauty of our caravan The movement from place to place, Yes we're gipsies! The momentum of our brotherhood And love in our diversity Africa the lover of all tribes And giver of livestocks Mama, the best in humanity and culture Let's talk about art... Have a look at our vast nature That my dear is art itself The beautiful seas of green The alluring spirits of the canvas The beauty in the artist pen Bringing out the best images in art, beauty and culture When you talk about culture and heritage, I call for your hearing... Africa Mother that won't give up her brotherhood You speak about peace and love? I'll tell you about Africa… which after many wars, still keeps her children She's a plate that dish out love and affection in her own language not minding your understanding Yes we're Africans. And we know humanity, love and culture. I don't know what part of the world you are from. But here in Africa, we speak in culture and style. Bellah.
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Dec 21, 2022
Dec 21, 2022 at 12:24 PM UTC
Home soil
It couldn't get any worst. Use to be a shadow in the corner, a few steps behind me, never close yet always in my line of sight. Its darkness mimicking the movements of my body. Day or night, the thing that never sleeps it weeps in laughter as it creeps each time closer, closer slithering its way up my bed as I clutch the blanket and tightly shut my eyes in vain. Tonight it sits by the edge of my bed staring staring waiting in the darkness for me. My heart is in my ears a scream between my teeth, I try to pray but remember I've forgotten, I've got no more faith. It's ragged raspy breath echoes in the void of my alien room and it just sits there as my frustration and fright grows a bit madder and wild each ticking second. Morning comes the sun raises from the crust of the earth I've not slept a wink. Yet, I've got to follow my day pretending not to see the beast getting each time closer. Remember I said it couldn't get worst? Sorry, I lied. Its bony,clammy hand has grasp my ankle. Tonight will be longer, the frigidness of its ebony, wispy hand seeps slowly through my skin. And once more as dawn breaks through my window I am not relieved because its putrid hand has left a dark imprint on my skin. This routine continues, I am becoming the shadow of its figure. Its madness is dyeing me of darkness. Scrubbing beneath the steam of the water won't make its mark wane. I understand now. It is possessing me, slowly, bit by bit, adhering to my body until all I see is ebony in the mirror and I know I've got to bleed this beast out. So, I take a blade and begin the process trying to rid and purify my body of this malign creature. But they don't understand me! They won't let me carve out this madness! I try and try but they come and stop me. My mother, the men in white robes, everyone is against me letting the beast reclaim my sanity! I'm confined within these walls, together with this creature but they feed me little pills and I forget why this all began. Sometimes, I hear my mother and a man whisper of silly things, they say the depression gave away to schizophrenia but they don't really understand because they have not looked behind to the shadows lurking on their backs.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
It lurks, it waits
It couldn't get any worst. Use to be a shadow in the corner, a few steps behind me, never close yet always in my line of sight. Its darkness mimicking the movements of my body. Day or night, the thing that never sleeps it weeps in laughter as it creeps each time closer, closer slithering its way up my bed as I clutch the blanket and tightly shut my eyes in vain. Tonight it sits by the edge of my bed staring staring waiting in the darkness for me. My heart is in my ears a scream between my teeth, I try to pray but remember I've forgotten, I've got no more faith. It's ragged raspy breath echoes in the void of my alien room and it just sits there as my frustration and fright grows a bit madder and wild each ticking second. Morning comes the sun raises from the crust of the earth I've not slept a wink. Yet, I've got to follow my day pretending not to see the beast getting each time closer. Remember I said it couldn't get worst? Sorry, I lied. Its bony,clammy hand has grasp my ankle. Tonight will be longer, the frigidness of its ebony, wispy hand seeps slowly through my skin. And once more as dawn breaks through my window I am not relieved because its putrid hand has left a dark imprint on my skin. This routine continues, I am becoming the shadow of its figure. Its madness is dyeing me of darkness. Scrubbing beneath the steam of the water won't make its mark wane. I understand now. It is possessing me, slowly, bit by bit, adhering to my body until all I see is ebony in the mirror and I know I've got to bleed this beast out. So, I take a blade and begin the process trying to rid and purify my body of this malign creature. But they don't understand me! They won't let me carve out this madness! I try and try but they come and stop me. My mother, the men in white robes, everyone is against me letting the beast reclaim my sanity! I'm confined within these walls, together with this creature but they feed me little pills and I forget why this all began. Sometimes, I hear my mother and a man whisper of silly things, they say the depression gave away to schizophrenia but they don't really understand because they have not looked behind to the shadows lurking on their backs.
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My mind’s tape rewinds to seasons of impromptu travel. Watermelon juice adhering to chins and freckled legs. Bike rides. Scraped knees oozing sanguine fluid. Hot nights. Swimming. Open eyes. Chlorine burn. Hiking all morning; burgers in the afternoon. Cheeks mimicking the color of Red Delicious apples. Sparkling eyes reflecting the burst of fireworks. Teasing cousins and word-spinning aunts. Snow Cones dyeing tongues blue coconut blue. They were happy young Summers, Happy young Summers.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Happy Young Summers