"adulteration" poems
I watch you gracefully
Move peacefully
Around the heavens
Confine to a coffin
Of lost souls
Unable to escape
The world that once
Rejoiced purpose
Now left to decompose away
While children of the night
Resurface to eat the leftovers
Of what was me
A dinner, a fest, a mockery of me
Split open by ghoulish fiends
A banquet of adulteration & fornication
Bathing in a fountain of pleasure
Drenched inside a velvet river
A life taker & a death giver
I lived a heinous life
Destroyed poor souls
Violated the code of being civil
Hell wouldn't even accept me
You
The moment I gazed my eyes upon you
My aggression to desecrate sentient beings
Vanished
What have you done to me?
What were you?
Why do you accept me?
Why do you love me?
I’m a hideous creature with no sympathy towards
Anything that breathes the air of
Creation
Your innocents was so pure
Your wings spread so gracefully
Your voice was so elegant
Was I dreaming?
I ask myself, why me?
What do you see in me?
I cannot be loved
I have no soul
I just have a ungodly grim heart
Dark as a raven’s feather
You
Constructed from the finest marvel
Glorifying marvelously
Upon where the gods stand
Pure like a diamond that shines
Magnificently in the light of Apollo
Yes!
You were the light to this
Horrific monster
My other half
This duality we created
Balance & union
Love & hatred
Life at one point had meaning, but time has finally caught up with us.
I watched you leave my very arms
Disappear into dust
Vanishing into the air
Returning home to recreate a new life
That roams this rock
I can never return
Only watch you from the heavens
While I suffer an eternity of loneliness
Unbalanced
And
Hatred
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
I found a secret behind your eyes
A carefree child ready to fly
As I pondered the possibilities, I felt your touch
Never could I have imagined such...
In the quietness of my docile mind
You dance on the edge of time
In the eve of adulteration
My star shines bright in your constellation
On the wings of passion we shall fly away
On a bed made of dreams we shall lay...
Where are you now my invisible other
Who shares your loving under those covers
It makes no matter for I am your song
Your one and only soul mate
Though I've been gone
The day draws near that it will ignite
We shall be one in all of love's might...
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Two years old, he totters towards his mutti's skirts
She turns away, for the decanter, and locks him in his room
Oh! He wails, pounding his little fists against the floor,
But she finds him asleep on the rug, clutching an old poppet to his breast
She lifts him to his crib and kisses his sodden cheek, checking her abuse at the door
Her smile is smug, folded away into her adulteration of love.
Five years old and he asks after his sire,
Tracing the beading of her mourning dress, as she kneels with him
As if he were a snake and she was stricken,
she drops him squat on the cold floorboards. Pulls herself within,
Then reaches to him,
Whispering condemnation and condolence
He backs away, burning his hand on the fire grate, the love in his eyes as dim.
When he is seven, the boy takes up a twisted love for architecture, swears he'll become a sailor, far from home
Her eyes are a cooling, somber grey-blue, they alight then smolder with a hiss
The boy's eyes are green, flush with life and innocence
They're his .
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus
evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid,
where dome min ant
ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought
took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
*I want to "unbreak" your heart, to steal all the hurt
I want to look for every lost piece if you let me please
I want to scour the floor and sweep every corner
so that I can gather all the pieces I shattered
and steadily and carefully locate where each piece fits
on the puzzle of your big broken heart
I want to unbend the crooked by the impact
and fold those straightened curves to bring her shape back
I can't make the cracks totally disappear
but I wish I could, I want to weld the spaces with hot friendship
to lock out the air of doubt and despair
I want to incinerate the bad memories with fire of my passion
so that you won't remember the same fire burnt you
I also want to paint the welded whole with the crimson if romance
so that placed back on the shelf of reality
you can be purchased by someone you deserve
someone who'll appreciate your sacrifices
the absurdity & melancholy hidden underneath the coating
I so much want to heal all the wounds and the scars
I don't know whether you will let me in or shut the doors
but whatever you do, I deserve it for causing you pain
I want to be an adulteration that cures its malady
because I'm remorseful for what happened*
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
******** and Ass-folk! Assemble! Attend!
Ascend! Ass-ly ones! Angelic assets of ***
Assimilate *** army! Advance on Almighty *** -
Affectionate ass-kisses of admirative adoration!”
An adorable assortment of *** assembled, as announcer assailed.
And all ***** attended attentively.
“Accept Almighty ***
“Always Almighty ***
“Ass-kiss Almighty ***
All ***** answered autonomously.
Against the accretion of *** accrued, announcer again accosted:
“Alacritous ***** a-frolic in Ass-land. Always,
aspirating ass-air of Almighty *** Absorbing the abstraction of Absolute-Ass, in attainment of Alpha-Ass.”
“Accept Ass-lore!
1. All ***** are alike!
2. Accept not alternative *****
3. Assassinate not another ***
4. Avoid ass-ly avarice
5. Avoid ass-ly adulteration
6. Always is Almighty ***
7. Almighty *** is Always
8. Abuse not another ***
9. Abstain Anti-Ass associations
10. Ass-kiss Almighty ***
Abruptly, an anonymous *** amid the audience ambushed the address:
“Absent ass-kissers All!”
“Accepting this annoying ass-wind!”
All ***** abated in agitation…
Anon, the Ass-land ambassador, affected by **** anguish, assaulted:
“Un-Assly Alien! Ally of the Anti-Ass!”
“Alas, an *** is an *** Apprehend the apostate!”
All ***** attacked, amok, and aggressively abolished and annihilated the assailant!
Afterwards, ***** applauded and acclaimed:
“Almighty *** Ass-Lord of Ass-land!
Always art in *** Assist an ***
in attainment of assly-ness.
To acquire allusionment in ***
To attain Ass-ly Ascension,
As assuredly as *** is ***
Ashes to ashes, and *** to ***
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
At 4:40 am I sat alone in my bed
and embraced the thought of you
that rapped me gently across the knuckles
The night seemed distant now
and the dawn took years to arrive
The dawn of a new gloom
The dawn of my end
The black hand of sorrow
That pulled me out of each dream I made
to keep even the faintest smell of you alive
You weren't there to hold my hand
or to be sorry.
At 4:40 am I thought of you much
and the front wall swallowed my sobs
love was the last item on my shelf
It was coagulated and nasty now
I picked it up and placed it by the door
Perhaps the approaching sun could burn away
all the impurity, injustice and adulteration
of what we held in high esteem
and kept sacred with our illusory reasoning.
the thought of you faltered into a tear
and I knew our story was at an end.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Adulteration of the beautiful
They say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
I don't know many things but the few things I understand and through observations made poets lyrical admired,
I look at the light fading from post trauma eyes a sense of deadness not quite surrendered but sort of halfway there,
We speak in these modern times of the 'walking dead'
but anti-psychotics aside amidst an angry ocean alive with gods tears raging against man made mess - best intentions not to be ignored but beauty resonates here and there
the voice-over deep husky alluring tones hurled through television screens and hidden 'mikes' treasures searched for but not hidden after all
We are here
We are ready, all fit and tightly wound,
Are we at an evolutionary turn?
About face, we are here, we are ready
We are not bad - just scared that modern technology belies our beauty
our human-ness
our humanity, right here, right now.
ACD
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux ******* up)
accumulation unfairly *********
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
I just don't know what to do with myself
She's only what my mind dwells on
Her eyes that drew me in
And her sweet tender voice
Yearning for a moment to be with her
Just her and I
Alone
Caught in awe
As her hair blows with the wind
And her pure, pretty complexion
Looking my way, I'm mesmerized
Wordless and nervous
I just don't know what to say
I know if I continue on this selfish path
I'll be left alone in despair
But, she's consumed me
Never will I be free?
Until I let go of this feeling
That has left me reeling
Her immaculate beauty taunts me
Reminding me she will never be mine
Strictly taboo and unorthodox
I guess in the end I'll be fine
Is it merely infatuation?
Intense, yes...but short-lived, no
Will she be my salvation?
To be redeemed I'll never know
I can't resist her addictive presence
As I leave subtle hints of my admiration
Mentally she sends me to a place of pleasance
If I persist, it will just end in adulteration
One sided from the start
Only in my dreams it's real
Trying to coax a spark
Can't seem to set her aflame
Never would I keep her ablaze
Doubting my confidence
I'm proud when I'm alone
Don't know how to go about it on my own
I'm king of nothing, nowhere, and nothing in-between
My adoration echos to the ground
Falling flat without a sound
Left behind in silence
Guilty of this emotional violence
Stuck in a depressive rut
Sinking deeper and deeper
Shackled, unable to be freed
Strapped in for a joyless ride
Stripped of all decency
****** into the void
Swallowed hole
Cody Shull, 2018
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC