"aggrandized" poems
Lustrous but also lackluster
We are gems yet salvaged
Formed inside of a shelled world
Waves waning and whining
Sailors nauseated on our waters
Drifting towards an aggrandized land
Where they might find us oysters in the sand
They'll tear them open,
In search of what only we bear
Camouflaged amongst the cultured,
Or even those with nothing there
Darling,
We are wild,
Yes we are rare
Open up to me,
We've so many layers to share
Your metallic smile,
Your iridescent articulation
Everything happened so naturally
A miracle to be in the same location
They won't crack us,
For our muscles will defend
Our valuable and vulnerable interior
From the worlds vinegary intent
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
1230
It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House—
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace—
Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date
Had Love as punctual been
Delight had aggrandized the Gate
And blocked the coming in.
2.6k
A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree
makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee.
In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog,
split flat on the soil, in an envelope of slog,
it doesn't really matter because
nobody knows but you.
It only really matters when
the answer is ubiquitous.
A pupil to imbue
labradoritic hues
will disagree to acquiesce
and suffuse bleeding happiness.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
the planet makes another pass
around its lonely star
an arbitrary point in space-time
delineated by a self-aggrandized
emperor stabbed to death by
those closest to him
et tu
brute
i spent the night
the sole attendee in a
dreary cinema
half-asleep
ignoring spasms
of guilt and envy
witnessing the depravity
to which the 1%
would sink to ensure
their profits never
decreased
you were getting wasted
with strangers and
fair-weather friends
on cheap liquor and i can't
help but wonder if he's there
does he even ask to hold your hand
and i'll nurse
my jealousy
the way you'd
sip a lukewarm beer
it tastes foul but
no one wants to be
the only one at a
New Year's Eve party
who has to be
sober
some nights i imagine i am
the lone survivor of an ill-fated crew
the very last human being
in an apathetic galaxy
awakened from hypersleep
trapped aboard this
spaceship
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
If you're waiting for the meaning of life to hit you
like a bolt of lightning out of the sky
you're better off starting your own power plant.
What's the meaning of the carrot in your fridge?
Why doesn't anyone ask that?
What is the meaning of a 130 billion dollar deficit?
How do we still have rich people when we're in a deficit?
Life is a stretch of time that we can experience
Time is money
therefore life is money
Money has no real value other than what we ascribe to it
The reason "in god we trust" wasn't taken off the bill
Is because money doesn't exist without faith
So keep your receipts folks, especially all the deconstructionists
the anarchists
the cynics
the greasy ***** and the self aggrandized miscreants
I love you confused ******* people
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
All is love.
The finite, though illusory, is paradoxically the path to enlightenment, to infinity, to love.
Our world is on the cusp of extinction.
Humanity is an infant. It needs to grow up fast.
From its inception, humanity has aggrandized, warred, killed.
A minuscule percentage has loved.
Of all potential behaviors, love is the least realized and most powerful positively.
Why has humanity not fully embraced it?
Only love can save our world.
Love now and forever.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
He was pavonine.
In the darkest room,
The light entered and aggrandized.
The rhythmic applause and glittering lights.
His eyes were wet, maybe of nervousness.
Stressed he was, too restless.
Heard his name, followed by loud screaming.
This was all he needed.. that was his childhood dream.
As he walked onto the stage,
Feeling like a bird, about to fly from the cage.
His exiguous steps, turned into hallux
Slowly, somewhere he was being treacherous,
From within. Going and remembering the past,
Silence was guiding his mind to the last.
He heard the song,
Began to perform.
Leaving the memories behind, danced deiform.
Inside him was a great Storm.
Every movement, every step was crystal clear.
Audience stood and of astonishment stared.
He rejoiced the seconds.
And lived the moments.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
Oh dear, say it ain't so
I have tumbled once more into the Ensorcel rabbit hole.
Such beguiling charisma and perplexing dexterity wound up inside the man seated next to me.
Perhaps he has broad branching toes like a stoic Tarzan type, nesting in foliage and kissing the stars goodnight.
Or maybe, just maybe he's a beatnik poetic pulsating with the rhythm the earth has bestowed in him.
His finely aligned scruff and quaintly poised glasses may suggest his love for musical classics.
Oh treacherous day, what ever shall I do?
This man of such illusive origins glazed in nectarous morning dew.
Logistically you could precipitate more interaction to decode the cryptic fabric fostering this bizarre attraction.
But...
Enshrining and alienating yourself from said object is the best way to circumvent its truthful product.
He is feverishly contaminated by the condition of human, fettered by the society's rubble and ruins.
Ah, no matter I say. I can jowl upon my pumpkin pie and wistfully ostracize the pestilence shreds of reality away.
Anyhow, I do much prefer the aggrandized lofty plot of land transcended from our fickle mortal hackneyed plans.
A throne of land so void of reality my fabricated man could lie beside me in all his Tarzan beatnik classical music glory.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
And today I say you're Beauty
A light no night could cloud
All your life you were a diamond
Treasured
Loved
Protected
You were the focal point
The mystery
The reason the Broken stared
You gleamed from the inside
Your glow engulfed you
And today You say you're Broken
A light the night devoured
Shattered by torment
No longer a diamond
Just shards
Broken glass
If stride is broken
are you not at your own pace
If a mold is broken
are you not your own form
If a rule is broken
are you not your own master
Your gleam has left your center
Your glow is beyond your surface
And today I say you're Beauty
A light no night could cloud
If you break, break free
Don't be the focal point
The mystery
The reason the Broken stare
Guide the Broken to your shambled soul
Let your pieces form an essence
Let your light form a beacon
No longer light encased by a diamond
You are light, aggrandized by shards
And today I say you're Beauty.
A light no night can could cloud
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
I have never been perfect.
I have always been too much, in fact
although that gives me too much credit-
I'm just a normal human being.
A normal human. Not romanticized,
not aggrandized, not more, not less. I'm just a person.
Just a person. A person who has her head ******* on
the right way up, I think, a person that sees
the light of good above her and the pit of evil below
and is trying her best to search the vague waters
for an answer to her navigational questions
a person that, sailing eastward into a west wind
knows that her wings are not wings but only arms
only arms. And only two eyes and only ten fingers
that don't deserve to touch God. I'm just one soul
floating and trying to find a rocky outcrop in the
midst of hurricanes on hurricanes. Trying to love
and live within reason. Trying to wake in the morning
with an attitude that lets me put my feet on the ground.
I'm just moving and learning. I'm only seventeen years old.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC