"aggravations" poems
Slide to Unlock
When inspiration is imprisoned,
insight,
a crime-of-no-passion victim,
strangled by codification,
clothed in a prison uniform,
where uniform be another word for a
poet's death sentence.
When dream interruptus,
is a nightly altercation,
a hellacious sensation,,
rolling of the dice,
rewarding the dreamer
with an not-so-good ending to his
falling sensation,
or, for an old school type (me),
the nightmare worst:
A world sans punctuation!
The truth about what haunts you,
in the valley of dried bones grows whiter,
even Vishvaksena and his armies
helpless, cannot eradicate.
Then, your iPad reminds:
"Sir, sometimes you have to
Slide to Unlock!"
Slide to unlock the aggravations,
Let it out with disregard,
Let us know how you feel
When the constriction in the throat
From the things you can't say
Stops making you choke.
Truth is out of style,
common decency is a phrase
unused
or just abused.
The only difference between liar and fair,
a single letter and a
rearrangement of the facts
to suit yourself.
So I like you fine,
I like you better even,
now that it's ok to slide
beneath the fielder's tag
and get in your face and
unlock what rumbling around
in the ruins of my psyche,
ruminations about this and that,
released with a flourish and a rich
***** you!
But I like it, like you best
when in the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness,
it's ok for me to politely inform you
to fk off!
So,
I do declare myself
unlocked
and in your face
booked!
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Whispers the heart, insisting and so soft,
"Life goes on. Death is not dying."
Faith, that is the message. Let His
will be done, however it works out.
Fears are there. Yes, they can consume.
They can strangle and inhibit the
very will to walk on. Ease them away,
He walks with you, soothing and firm.
We rumble through our eggshells,
rushing through buildings of steel.
Pushing, shoving, important in
our unimportance. Unbalanced.
We eat too much and love far
too little. Strain ours ears to
hear gossip and slander. Be
the image we pretend to be.
These are of such insignificance.
They are bottles of nothing, with
shaded glass. Emblems of issues
that are manufactured. Unfeeling.
The truth is in Him. When we
face trials of aggravations, tears
of lost hope, that is when we
need His care the most. Forgiven.
He has always been. He will
always be. He will glide the
care of the body if you give
Him the word. Yes, He answers.
So to Jesus, I appeal. I put my
trust and my fate. Though
blocked in fear, still I marvel,
that He is there for me. Amen.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
We’ll light the wedding candle
Each year upon this night.
Remembering why as years speed by
We first stood to make this light.
Not for a love that’s ever true
Or a smile that ever cheers.
Not for the sick or crummy days
Or to share and conquer fears.
It’s for the days we forget to love
and when aggravations start to weigh.
It’s for the times we’ve both ******* up
But have chosen to love again a new way.
The candle will burn and the wax melt.
Someday, the wick will sputter and gutter out.
But it’s just a reminder and can be replaced
As long as we remember what it’s all about.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
I'm a stranger in my homeland
life's a ***** but we never get to hold hands ?
My Aggravations only growing in this slow trance
And I'm infatuated with the devils slow dance
We built a chemistry on vanity and romance
My mind asks "Is he ready for the worlds plan?"
The Road to riches lacks funds for a road map
How do I climb pyramids of class from a mouse trap ?
Who's gonna pull me out the quicksand when my souls trapped?
Where's the home I can dust my shoes off at the door mat ?
The world hands you **** if you ain't presented in some suit slacks
my shoulders carry chips for the monkeys on my back
To be continued .....
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Dear Mr. Sunshine
I’m sorry to have to tell you
But I’m not interested
I know why you wish
That I was
But I’m not
I’m sorry to crush
Your dreams
Of causing me aggravations
But I beg you
Mr. Sunshine
Move on with your life
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
All my life I've been told
How to act and how to think
What to do and who to be
"Don't use those words"
"Don't stay out late"
"You should have fun!
Just not that way"
"Keep your grades up"
"Keep your laugh down"
"But whoever told you
you should frown?"
I've always been good
I did as I was told
I never misbehaved
But now I'm growing old
My youth is passing by me
And how have I spent it?
Obedient - I'm seeing it
Never the miscreant
But always the misfit
"Don't talk back"
"Don't disagree"
Can't you see
your words are hurting me?
"Honey, I always wanted the best for you"
*Then why don't you let my real self
shine on through?*
Never had any friends
and you ask me why?
How am I supposed to blend
when you never even let me try?
But that doesn't matter
it's not what I want
What I want is out there
and you keep me locked up
But it all ends now
though you still ask how -
how did this happen?
Why did I change?
Well now I'm here to tell you
I broke out from my cage
All these
Obligations
Frustrations
Condemnations
Aggravations
Your fixations
and my deprivations
They're done now cause can't you see?
From this day on
I'm doing me.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Can I call you mine?
I guess not.
It took me some time
To realize this fact.
Smiles reassure second chances
But never will it
Blossom and bloom.
Lady, I am weary.
Induce me a deep sleep
And allocate my fears.
Though I call you mine;
Your heart,
With aggravations,
Will never be.
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 6:09 AM UTC
Now I know, nearly two years later
I won't forget till forgot is forever.
Reduced to a child within your presence
A mere adolescent without will or discretion.
But brought to tears not yet have I
yet crying incessantly inside I hide.
For what is a dream with no hint of reality?
What is a fight with no reason for hostility?
A waste of time and imagination, of blood
and courage, yet more aggravations.
Go tell a fighter in the midst of his rage,
educate a dreamer in the midst of his dream;
I am the dreamer in the middle of my life
in my conscious reality I rage I strive.
In my wakeless delusions I long for you,
in my futile reality I dream it's true.
Desperately drowning because drowning's my fate
hopelessly yearning because drowning's no fate.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
This is a story
About the daughters of a particular man
Built from lack of affection and perpetual hate
Down, the ground up he wasn't one many could stand
He was allowed six daughters though
By a wife who had more sense than he
One was given the throw
And the others had to stay with him and cope to be
He swung, flung and carried on
The girls struck with staying close
His only wish was to have a son
But nature never agreed, he was only offered a pink hose
And so he took out his frustrations
His aggravations
Punched, kicked and scolded his way through years
The children forced to stitch and oil the rusty gears
Soon, soon
The man became sick
The wife stuck, glued to his side
The daughters out in the world, the confusion thick
As he died, with an attempt at atonement
A hopeless cry for mercy to his loves
Suddenly present at his previously cancelled appointment
And the girls, his doves
Stayed close and kissed and hugged
Their brains washed and permanently infected with the evil bug
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
I go to her because she worth my quality time. And she got a dominate mind. And she's obviously fine with such a positive vibe.
And if I have her then I ain't gonna try alone cuz I don't wanna live alone and I don't wanna die alone and she kno if I'm around then she won't have to cry alone. And I kno it's my pride that won't let me love, buy when I think of love you who I'm thinkin of!
And she the type of girl that let me know she want it. So when I get it best believe she let me kno that I own it
No practice just action. Now she relaxin beacause she reached her peak of satisfaction.
She's such a beauty a cutie, flawless it's like she does it by accident. Her aura so warm and calming, she love like a pro it's like she practice it.
I can't deny her and when I try her I kno she will by the best I ever had
She knows my aggravations so she calms my anger when around her I'm never mad. Or sad just happy, elated no frowns just smiles and laughs.
And tho she can't delete my memoriesahe eases the pains from my past
Because I kno that no one is born complete I just hope she's my other half!!
So i'll buy a tuxedo all black and a dress all white
So whenever I find her ima make her my wife
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC
With manly aggravations he strums-
Strums the rust and the anguish away from the strings.
I saw them, floating away from him; vibrating in midair
Those compositions from his melancholy days,
Echoing...
The notes have, somehow, reverberated through my cathedral soul-
I can feel them.
I could still locate the ringing at the ceiling of my skull.
And if I wish to
I could even feel the faint tremors in my heart-
And realize it's actually pulsating...
But surely, it's just an after shock from the sounds resonating
It would fade away.
Of course it will just fade away.
It would fade away the moment he
stops playing.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
I was born and raised in Vegas were I have spent most of life.
Dealing with the hardships from the town of bright lights.
Welcome to Sin City but don't let the bright lights distract you, or mess around with the locals they won't hesitate to jack you. Keep your eyes open remember what town your in, and don't gamble with your life in the city of Sin.
This town will have you confused, you might get upset, you will probably get depressed, when you gamble all your money your outcome forms to debt. Your debt forms to anger, then you break a sweat. This town's aggravations activate the rest. There is coke, pills, and *** prostitutes to rot your brain out, slots to take your cash, while addicts run this place down.
Constant constructions in abundance while the desert gets *****
Just to build casinos on the land, this town is outrageous. Then they advertise on billboards with clever marketing statements. It's a delusion you trust, until you gamble all your money chasing the illusion of luck.
There is a sucker born everyday, so don't get hustled by sinners.
This town was built off the presence of losses, not the essence of winners.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
It’s a simple kind of funny
How weeks spent figuring out
Titles and expectations
And ****** relations
Drag on and on.
Two people figure out what they want
And if they want what they want.
The frustrations and aggravations
Lead to that catharsis, what this is.
No more wondering and no more doubts.
But
In a brief moment of insanity
One person can decide for both
That this “isn’t working.”
One can force the other out of this
Mutual agreement.
So how mutual is it?
We love each other as long as I decide to love you.
Until your flaws scratch their nails against my skin
And I wonder who else could make me smile.
Unless
You beat me to it.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
She has aged twenty five years
in five
the lines around her eyes
from too many nights
of crying
the downturned frown of her lips
from her love dying
Now she's ancient, centuries old,
the aftermath of sociopathy
being fake loved and discarded
has left her broken hearted
There's no filler for this space
there's no way to erase
the deeds of the takers
so she huddles in a dark cave
silently scribbling out her mistakes
loving the wrong ones
trusting in the wicked
it's a sticky situation
when the heart is pure
like children who love the hand
holding the stick that beats them
everything is gray
the wispy strands of hair
the wrinkled skin of her hands
the callouses on the tips
the false admiration leaving their lips
The blood has left her veins
It was drained by every lover
who ****** her dry
then left her in the pain
like raindrops can erase heartache
like the moon can glue the breaks
She's a cup, shattered on the pavement.
She screams she's hurting
They say "well don't."
as if sadness is a faucet that
can be set to drip so the pipes don't crack
she watches them disappear
because she's too sad
this is the trap
the liquid seeping into the concrete
as she weeps on her knees
scabbed from falling repeatedly
She's aged twenty five years
in five
Sometimes she wonders
if she's even still alive
or if she's watching a mirage
from a death realm that fakes being human
just like when she was
Nights spent quiet away from the hive
counting days until
the one she dies
hoping it goes quickly
even in her sleep
so she can bury
all the secrets she keeps
but for now its
comparisons and agitation
dismissive relations and aggravations
humans walking obliviously by
caught up with their own
uncomplicated lives
they press their heels
into flowers until they expire
or pick them to hold as they wither
She's aging sixty minutes
in one
and the process is agonizing
she didn't make this deal
to be alive while she is dying
in the rubble of the aftermath
she hears God laugh
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
he's in the news
practically every day
for the things he'll
unthinkingly say
often he's seen signing
a managerial piece of paper
which is very important
in its draper
the heads of other
nations
aren't fond of his
aggravations
the word great tumbles
out of his gob
within every sentence
that word he'll lob
when he finally
moves off the stage
will it be filled by
another of his gauge
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
Formless, hidden flagrance
Bastardizations
Subconscious invasions
Derealization
Murderous mindless mental gobbledygook
Aloof, to bide inside and take a look
Spurious flourish in acrid abhorrence
Tis the demon
Which lies within
That tells me lies
And promotes sin
Trials of toilsome interims
Stagnate and rot, in mine, chagrin
Ineffectual ****** aggravations
Sordid, torrid want, ablation
Putrescence of evanescence
Sorrowful warbles in gargling marbles
Choking on hope,
extinguishing flames of my name and making
Prodding the prongs of the timeless song
Rending and rendering nought to which I belong
Seeing sights, in blindness bind,
simulations of kindness, in emptiest minds
I've seen it screaming, deadened in the dark
It doth implore me, say'n only "Hark!"
Tell me truly, what unruly things of which you speak
Portent futures ever looming, bleak
Unspeakable things
I cannot be
I will not be but me
I am not apostate
To lunacy
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Insinuations, not to be confused with
Constipations, while the mind reels in
Aggravations, over things, people, places going through
Anticipations, could it actually change directions, or
Congregations, rising up to take governments over for their
Generations, thinking now we're understand the
Insinuations, will we make it to 2020 anyway!?
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
These minor aggravations,
These irritations,
Are driving me insane,
Day by day, just getting worse,
Taking things too far,
Fear is something that is delt everyday,
Evidently you forgot to pick up your cards,
Anger, while for most it burns hot and red,
For me it burns cold and white,
The rage courses through my veins, watch out they say for those who's rage burns cold,
For they are truly the ones to be afraid,
Always in control, never yelling always whispering,
Bringing out fear with their rage,
To this I beseech thee think and ye may survive,
The rage inside.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC