"affiliations" poems
word of your alleged affiliations reached me weeks after it was all said and done; she was now queen of your world and I became a mild sore in your side like I feared I would
I don't know why I'm surprised. I never amounted to much anyway. I often let my feet burn in the running bath water just to feel something besides a building wall of anxiety in my chest.
I often dreamt about you. also about her - that walking prayer with a Devil's torch. I could've handled my tears if it weren't for the coffee shop you two were admiring in my dreams. do you remember my favorite place?
a nightmare is a dream until it becomes your reality. sometimes when I wake in a cold sweat complete with tremors, the breeze still smells of expresso and pastry
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
The evolution of art never halts
Once we began dancing around fire
Our feet couldn't stop
A place in our lives
Where our subpar seeds
Could be seen as glowing trees
That's the way I feel about my poetry
It reminds me a lot of me
I reread it and rewrite it so often
By the end it seems unoriginal and plain
And all I can hope
Is the themes and ideas that were the inspirational genesis
Remain intact
Art walks a tightrope over the most unpredictable factor
The audience
They are the other half of art
Their power cannot be overstated
And as time progresses
Their power grows
And the importance of art always extends an equal distance
But the stronger art becomes
The more it asks of it's audience
In many cases
The audience is not ready to take the call
This is one of those times
Here at the current pinnacle of art
Surfing the web
A wonderful chance as
Art is a reflection of people and society
The Internet is people and society
But just as we listen to songs
To decide what concert to go to
Or watch trailers
To decide what movie to see
We like what we like
And put blinders on to find it
Like moths to fire
We could do amazing things
If we could harness the potential
Of our collective conscious
But the threat of losing our individuality
Is too great for us
Unable to accept
Our individuality is always in the context of our cosmic existence
We are part of something greater
And we can't escape that
Even in death
We feed what lies beneath
The memory of our lives
Shrinks to obscurity
The maggots that cover our corpses
Flourish to maturity
Everything this world creates is art
And we are it's most complex creation
Not necessarily the best
We just have the most parts
And the maggots that use our dead bodies for sustenance
Were once the monsters that roamed this Earth
They had no nationality
Or political affiliations
Or religion
And they're still here
Waiting to reclaim their throne
Once "smarter" species seek suicide
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
Parental affiliations shroud the perimeters of sociological desperation. Like a gorgeous eye which cries in Gaelic rainstorms. Feel the texture of bracken, as she scrapes her tangible beauty against your pale and excited skin. But hold your breath, my ever-connected member of covenantal being. Do not let go of the tantric touch of spatial awareness.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
The stars have all turned to dust
Trampled by their affiliations
A gaping hole swallows the light
Another crucifixion.
Each day, a constellation falls
Again into her dolor
And no one tries to help her out
Another mindless toiler.
Fate destroyed her life's foundation
She is a ship adrift at sea
Her cornerstone was cast away
Another lost divinity.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Hot/Cold, Part 2
Hot endings, cold starts.
Hot feelings, cold marks.
Hot temper with a cold reaction.
Hot double barrel with cold pump action.
Hot church with a cold congregation.
Hot merch with cold affiliations.
Hot meat, cold wine.
Hot dollar, cold dime.
Hot queens with their cold mink.
Hot kings with their cold links.
Hot art with cold reception.
Hot mirror and a cold reflection.
Hot woman with a cold reputation.
Hot main chick with a cold side on placement.
Hot funk and cold R&B.;
Hot world but the colds all I see.
Hot information, cold intelligence.
Hot faults, then cold recompense.
Hot forgiveness, cold mistakes.
Regardless of what the world intakes.
Hot ignorance and cold oblivion,
are bliss to those who favour dominion.
Hot pathogens and cold diseases.
Hot gold with the cold diamond pieces.
Hot gat within a cold Gucci belt.
Hot knife inside the skin it starts to melt.
Hot love for God and the cold religion.
Hot pain after a cold circumcision.
Hot skin, cold whip.
Hot hands, cold grip.
Hot city, cold ghetto.
Hot calls, but no memo.
Hot rapper with no demo.
Hot baller with no c-notes.
Hot thoughts, cold emotions.
Hot theories and cold notions.
Hot models with their cold body motions.
Hot love before the warm heart ceases.
Hot hatred 'fore the cold heart seizes.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
I have an insatiable appetite for oxymorons, as they can be violent in their state of calm relaxation.
Although Bacillus anthracis is truly antisocial within the context of biological weaponry; so, domestic discipline has become intertwined with the Hindu philosophy of Vatsyayana.
So, what do you think about that?
Personally, I have never consumed methylated spirits even though I have unravelled a myriad of ideologies whilst my boots concealed precious opioid syringes.
Therefore, always reflect upon the Code of Hammurabi, because she is the epitome of savory stew.
How alternative are your affiliations?
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Its been awhile since I went to the mosque
Clerics say
The fact that you feel guilty,means your faith is still around
So ive been sitting around feeling all guilty
But havent done nothing much about it
But today a friend or mine changed me
With a few spoken words
He said
**“I have to pray, I feel that good things are coming my way and I should at least thank God
I want to leave these darkness that I've sorrounded my self with”**
These got me thinking
Whatever is happening is what I want to happen
Ive ignored my connection with God and settled on distractions
I've invested heavily on regret
Its about time I change
So am writing this down as a reminder to myself
That i've left the old me behind
And the new me is Born
By the way ,my friend is a christian
And I'm a muslim.
So am urging everyone to draw wisdom from wherever you can
Instead of judging each other based on
Religion
Political affiliations or
Color
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
Jealousy is the fool
That has God running around
Thinking He can get better than me
He is giving him the wrong advice.
Because at the end of the day
He finds out he has to start again.
Is he playing god for a fool?
If he is what price will his sin demand?
Will his redemption be established?
He is green with envy for us
Humans.
He is the mark of imperfection
That has blinded eyes divine
He creeps up on him pure n innocent
Tempts him to **********
Leaving a stain that taints his purity.
Jealousy you are full of zeal
You fool!
You have drank too much wine
You’re high on your own supply
You blind the gods and tempt fate
You roam the earth with empty threats.
I loathe you name.
I heard you ruined something beautiful
You came between them.
It’s no surprise.
You have a nature that is irredeemable.
Untainted blood cannot help you
Your soul cannot be saved.
You are ****** to eternal infinity.
The day you roamed earth
And beheld the sons of men
Your envy got the best of you.
You wickedness has tempered with your heart
Darkened is you soul indeed
I hope you rot in hell
If anyone deserves to die it’s you.
My mistake: I have honored you
For this I loathe myself.
I have put you on my lips,
It’s almost like a kiss.
But like Judas did Christ see I betray you.
And for this I hope they crucify you
You ******* cursed is the day you were made.
How can some claim you have affiliations with love?
You have no soul.
There is no way that you could ever be that real.
There wrong or they have simply been perverted
With the infectious virus of you
So they believe your nonsense and eat your garbage.
I hope on judgement day
You’re first in line
You don’t deserve your day in court you *****
You should be condemned with no witnesses
You killed a generation.
You silenced dreams, and lives you've taken, mercilessly
You don’t deserve justice.
Crucify him.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
trembling you caress the
hopelessness caused by too many
eventualities, completely
surrounded as your soul
opens up to different truths of
unpredictable affiliations
never given the freedom to
dwell and choose amongst the wild
offerings you
fall to your knees
after what feels like an eternity you
softly gather your thoughts as your mind
strays off yet again with
effortless lightness and phenomenal speed
running rapidly into the deep forest of memories
towards the light, a window of happiness
in a cabin of despair
vulnerable you complete the seemingly
endless journey of the day as
dynamic colours loops out of reach
entangled in shadows liberated
from any formal structure and you
erase all emotions but
never fail to see the
significant beauty of
even the smallest things in
life as
evening brings light from a
silvery moon
sleepless you welcome the
nights cold as it
embraces your mind
solemnly the future falls into utter
silence…
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
A smile only a knife would love, while my chains hold back shackled eyes with a laugh of a dissonant tortured sadness. Bewildered by my cage it never enfolds like a city ablaze. For i can never crash I am held up to witness beautiful disasters as I cry for cold beds. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.
Soon i begin to shake and my arms are free again, a freedom not to last to long, as feelings of nausea and illusions start. In these dizzy dreams i wonder will I stay or go back to unfaithful reality. With each pauseful thought the walls come closer, hoping that they crush me, but hoping is for times of open doors and no hallways. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.
They figured I am to different, not like the rest of them. When really they're the freaks trying to make a project out of me. Just stare at the wall and ignore all the illogical questions. And smile when they diagnose you with titles and affiliations.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
there’s that flower
the ancient rock by the street
we come of a village
a sinuous path
that leads to the next
but our village has no name
it is not of specifics
there is no history here
no identity to cling to
and no exotica to marvel over
it’s all the same to us
your village or ours
and we welcome with palms open;
there’s no dogma or Heavy Books
on our tables
we start with no musings
and we shape no theology
and grand ideas
all that we have is clarity
that blooms and withers, only to bloom again
no affiliations, no special-ness
and it is the clouds
and the earth we read
in our village
in our homes
that go by no name or labels
and no exotica to marvel over
it’s all the same to us
your village or ours
and there’s that flower
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
The blood of Christ
Constantly dripping over my life
Listen hear I am blood bought
My King took the punishment for sin...rugged and uncut
Blood sport
No mark of the beast
I'm talking the mark of the free
Blood of the lamb yes his blood marks his sheep..
Death pass by my front door
**** the Egyptian first born
Jesus beat from limb to limb..the sight of flesh scorned
Oh my Lord your beard it was tore
Off ..
Bless it savior you fulfill the laws
Kings blood only type that could pay the cost
And save the lost
I bang blood with no gang affiliations
Striped naked sin causes humiliation
One death saved humanity every civilization
You see sin stales life sterilization
Kings blood brings life fertilization
Not talking zombies, when the dead start raising
I meant rising.
Followers of King Jesus we behind him
Like the man from Verizon
The world denied him and still denies him
Died once and rose into forever ..the key to our eternal survival
People open the Bible
Satan's no rival
Hells hot souls drenched in sweat no Cabo
I stand as a man ...A witness
Anointed in Kings blood
White and Red blood cells..healing, health, love
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
and it all disappears, does it not?
age and the times and the memories
and the friends and the dads
and moms and siblings;
and nations and affiliations
and the lovers and the sweethearts
and the rose and the berries;
and the days and nights and the snow
on the bare branches;
and the years crawl away
and words become inaudible in space
and we wake up to the birds at the windows
and find it all disappears…slips away
as silently as falling snow…
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
She is the being with no affiliations,
Too afraid to grow fond.
Thrice betrayed, she's done away with the process of forming a bond.
Her life is a series of altercations,
Particularly with ones she loves.
She heaves and cries and worries till,
She turns into a recluse still.
She dosen't know if is wrong or right,
For the way she'd speak and be,
But is it wrong for one to want Someone who loves me for me.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
It was never about the goodwill, the charm
Not remotely
Just the lies
But not any old lies
No, lies that made a difference
Dropped into conversation, subtlely
Then became consequences
Affecting lives
Watching as the poison took effect
Gratifying from a distance
Better than a shot to the head
Moving on to the next one
Words at the end of the phone
More words, just a hint
Heresay
Death on a dark night
Senseless, yet so brutal
No affiliations, why
Small wars breakout
New faces, click
Names to faces
Phone call in the night
Chaos ensues
Car stops as shadowy figure enters from the dark
Drives off
Dossier complete.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Written September 27, 2015
"My day to day affiliations
Contain online conversations
Distractions, from face to face complications
And changes
I feel alone yet suffocated at the same time
You see, every time I think about it, it gets me crying
Because I am not meant to feel this way
Having to ask every time I leave "mother may
I" can't believe this predicament I am in
Feeling like I'm a child, no chances to explore the world I am within
But I am lonely
I am so ******* lonely
And I can't do anything but feel these feelings that I have you see, I can't seem to get things off my chest and even when I'm filled up like a balloon ready to burst, no one is there to tie me down
No one is there to listen to my problems and help me reflate the positivity within my mind
Except I
And let me tell you, a negative axis leads downward slope and I for one am halfway there
I am sailing away from myself into the waters with no light
I find myself breaking day after day, and one day that boat is going to tip, all the water will sink in and I will not be the same
Traumatized, lies, cries, goodbyes
They haunt me in my sleep
How am I supposed to give into someone's love anymore after all the times I opened up my heart and it was crushed?
Trust is no friend of mine
For all those I thought were reliable, turned to my bad side
So I sit on the floor and cry about another day
And I wonder if there's any way
To make this all go away"
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
I am generation Z. The post-9/11, children of technology. and
We are the kids that have become used to the idea of terrorism,
We're always told to be in groups of 4 or more and for girls to never go to the bathroom alone.
We may be free but we are held tightly by our fear, our freedom taken so quickly because we are afraid to make a change. We are the group of kids that have something to say but are drowned out by the sirens and the shouts and the prejudice and the too many opinions at once.
we are the kids who lie awake at night wondering why that plane is flying so low overhead. --
Our hands shake for Boston, Our hearts break for colorado, Our tears fall for Orlando, and texas, and new york, and paris, and syria, and California and America, What are we doing? We have mouths that can speak words but our words do not speak volumes. The united states of America has become the divided states of America as we turn our backs on one another facing the same struggle.
We are Generation Z, the post 9-11, group that has something to say.... and We will not be silenced.
And I live in a world where schools have to have metal detectors.
I live in a world where there is violence on the streets.
I live in a world where bombings are a natural news occurrence and we wake up thinking that a mass shooting is a normal happening in society.
I live in a world where it's not okay to be afraid.
I live in a world where our people are divided based on political affiliations. We live in a world where we are followed by everything even offline with our hands over our ears the sirens can still be heard, and every 911 call echoes in our heads, and every cry for help is never silenced, and we hold our breath when airplanes fly over our heads.
I live in a world where the leader of the free world is no longer free himself.
and
I can sit and wait for the world to change but the world will not sit and wait for me.
United in our states of anxiety yet we stand alone. So far away in the corners of these walls but connected online through far away communications -- We can never get away. Everything follows us. Magnified as the magnitude rises, as every terror threat is followed through, as every muslim hides afraid of discrimination, united we are but alone we stand the united states of america is the divided states of america, and we are the future.
we are generation Z, and we are the future.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC
I'm not sure, nor am I sick. My heart aches though, these days. When I push open the front door, and the house is completely empty. Yet so full of breathing chests. But mine is hallow, and the vibrations and affiliations are that of a dog. Hooked on a fence, the chain dangling down it's neck. As it snaps the sky between its slobbering jaws. I wish the sky snapped me up, took me away to a place where people looked up when you walked past. It's not about being noticed, it's about being loved...
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
To be rootless
to be boundless
to be free
to have no rules or regulations
no affiliations, no thing
And seek everything in any way you can
To spin the roots of your own
every time
I became rootless once
I severed the roots with a knife
It hurt, it hurt,
it wasn't real, though
(Because I wasn't rootless. I simply had been
amputated, and things still were,
so I could miss,
and I was head deep in ****
When did people ever
do a thing for you?
They just speak and *****
and make you feel sick
They don't really deserve to be killed
or slit
just go rootless
let them exist
Am I talking about chains
am I talking about roots
hard to tell
between them two
There is a wall between me and them
but I don't give a ****
There is no communication anymore
between the straight world and I
Some roots they do squeeze your lungs
Some roots so strong you cannot move
I severed them; they severed themselves
I am rootless; but I am fed everyday
and
I've never been so happy.
I've never been so fruitful.
Rootless plant can fly
Removing the superfluous branch
to go deeper underground
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
I'm not very impressed with
these modern advantages,
especially
ever since I grew a beard, and
now women tell me I'm sensational.
Didn't like the sun very much
till I spent two weeks basking
in computer light,
might get a warehouse job, it's nice,
although
I'd recommend never letting your
employer see your affiliations
with unionists.
Ever since I started blogging,
my face feels less appaling;
my cheap ties feel expensive,
tooth paste stains seem trivial
by extension.
Now that I've started complaining,
I feel like I'm inspiring a younger generation.
Must be what my parents felt like.
I hate myself for the similarities.
When I tell people I think I'm gorgeous,
they tell me I'm not a big deal.
For the record I never said I'm important
but I like myself sometimes,
and sometimes enough to be a priority.
Now I'm an East Coast savage wondering
if the other side thinks we're even stranger.
Less free, somehow.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
It was never about the goodwill, the charm
Not remotely
Just the lies
But not any old lies
No, lies that made a difference
Dropped into conversation, subtlely
Then became consequences
Affecting lives
Watching as the poison took effect
Gratifying from a distance
Better than a shot to the head
Moving on to the next one
Words at the end of the phone
More words, just a hint
Heresay
Death on a dark night
Senseless, yet so brutal
No affiliations, why
Small wars breakout
New faces, click
Names to faces
Phone call in the night
Chaos ensues
Car stops as shadowy figure enters from the dark
Drives off
Dossier complete.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
-
-No need in worrying about some huge
"Billiard God" situated behind the Moon
with a pool stick, thus rendering it possible
to count the lunar craters with relative ease
as it approaches Earth—
( they have already checked,
there is nobody back there )
-Best not concern ourselves about collisions
with dinosaur droppings laid in your path as
they stomp about in pursuit of small vehicles
for an easy meal—
( as they were effectively wiped off the face
of this planet by the droppings of much
larger space rocks )
-Pointless babbling about Poseidon's
release of the Kraken upon our cities—
( as the Romans had abolished such religions
in favor of one palatable enough for the
populace to digest, as opposed to
being digested by said elements
of the aforementioned faith )
-And finally, no cause for alarm if your
particular candidate —for whatever office—
fails to receive enough votes to win his/her
seat in this year's Election, regardless of
your religious or political affiliations—
As This Country has seen
The End of the World
numerous times,
and Will Continue,
just like it has done
for many decades,
Because—
We have seen Worse...
© 2020
.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
Power and Form
Power and form—the two intertwined elements of human existence. Our words, sometimes sweet, other times sour, leave a lasting imprint across the tapestry of humanity. We often say “yes” to please others, driven by our so-called rational minds. But is the life of a poet or poetess more fulfilling than that of a farmer? Are we expressions of nature or mere victims of regimented affiliations?
As unpredictable and impossible species, we roam the Earth daily. Power and form—there’s no secret society (or perhaps there is). Our secrets are laid bare under the watchful eyes of the world. Strangers peruse our family albums, much like they search for emoji hearts and likes to boost their self-esteem in the online revelry. We unwittingly sell our souls to a forceful enemy—jealousy, insecurity, and the curiosity of others.
I celebrate my strength through my mediocre poetry. Why? Because not everyone can compose their feelings onto the screen or paper. Today, I am retired; today, I am free. But some days, even freedom becomes monotonous. Mental fatigue sets in from being so… 🤔
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC