"baneful" poems
How Idiosyncratic yet so Brilliant
How Intricate yet so Wide
How Baneful yet so full of Bliss
How Insignificant yet so Meaningful
How Empty yet so Full
How Arduous yet so Compelling
Life, how it is the longest event, a living thing would ever experience, yet branded short
The world we live in is a juicy yet dry Ironic oxymoron
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
I took care of others, walked in their shoes,
got their trivial pains and forgot my loyal legs...
If I present you the baneful thorns I have trodden,
would you be ready to follow me again and barefoot?
My mind will always be bitterly cold
as an intact valley and never understood...
Though I am sure that you do not care,
I feel well, very well, except longing.
Your dreams are flying even everywhere
while I try to stop contemplating...
You know, I am a bit chatty when I am inspired
and the poet inside me never gets tired.
You can't grasp how painful it is to emanate a poem,
how you go out of your infatuated mind...
When 'clevers' seek for justice, but only for themselves,
there is nothing else purer than the tears of madmen.
So, happiness would have been an evident injustice,
if all of the people attained their desires.
I have faced many types of mental battles,
but no war is harder than the lack of love inside.
Love is living your life for another one's sake,
sacrificing everything with honor and pride...
Now I am sure that there exists no hate,
but just does the love of hatred indeed.
Before the absurdness of irrevocable fate
only love will save us in eternity...
No feeling will help you to be deeply blessed
while mass is spurious and loners are obsessed...
As you **** your hopes you gain fake freedom,
but free slavery will still be going on,
sometimes feeling oppressed, depressed, repressed...
However,
Invincible I am before such odd jobs
and I have found ways to keep myself up.
Now I live slowly till the time begins to blur,
paradoxes take place within my dark thoughts,
I divide the time to its perpetual aeons,
all the rules and limits I swear to deny
and save the endless time when we were eye to eye...
Through your looks the heavenly sky is clear
and all the possibilities are real there...
My benevolent angel,
let the eternity recur from the start,
only the eyes of blinds do not show their hearts...
I feel very sorry and deeply upset,
when the human inside silently regrets ...
Yet I am too clumsy to move mountains,
to achieve sanctity which I want to serve.
I wish I made you happy at my any chance,
But I can only make you happiness itself...
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
Heat & hate of Sirius-
Shun his baneful brilliance!
Let us dance beneath the palm
Moving in the moonlight, frond
Wooing frond above the calm
Of the ocean diamond
Sparkling to the sky beyond
The enchantment of our psalm.
Let us dance, my mirror of
Perfect passion won to peace,
Let us dance, my treasure trove,
On the marble terraces
Carved in pallid embroeideries
For the vestal veil of Love.
Heaven awakes to encompass us,
Hell awakes its jubilance
In our hearts mysterious
Marriage of the azure expanse,
With the scarlet brilliance
Of the Moon with Sirius.
Velvet swatches our lissome limbs
Languid lapped by sky & sea
Soul through sense & spirit swims
Through the pregnant porphyry
Dome of lapiz-lazuli:-
Heart of silence, hush our hymns.
Come my darling; let us dance
Through the golden galaxies
Rhythmic swell of circumstance
Beaming passion’s argosies:
Ecstacy entwined with ease,
Terrene joy transcending trance!
Thou my scarlet concubine
Draining heart’s blood to the lees
To empurple those divine
Lips with living luxuries
Life importunate to appease
Drought insatiable of wine!
Tunis in the tremendous trance
Rests from day’s incestuous
Traffic with the radiance
Of her sire-& over us
Gleams the intoxicating glance
Of the Moon & Sirius.
Take the ardour of my impearled
Essence that my shoulders seek
To intensify the curled
Candour of the eyes oblique,
Eyes that see the seraphic sleek
Lust bewitch the wanton world.
Come, my love, my dove, & pour
From thy cup the serpent wine
Brimmed & breathless -secret store
Of my crimson concubine
Surfeit spirit in the shrine-
Devil -Goddess ****** *****
Afric sands ensorcel us,
Afric seas & skies entrance
Velvet, lewd & luminous
Night surveys our soul askance!
Come my love, & let us dance
To the Moon and Sirius!
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Love.
It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...
...even
without
reading
the labels.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
Fend off our victimisation
Our celestial visualisation
Help to keep the harmful at bay
Tell us how love will find a way
In times of ruinous meandering
When our cognitive strengths are weak
As baneful people take to slandering
I will be there just seek
I'm where you alone will find me
When my troubled times will grind me
I will seek my comfort in you
There is nothing we cannot do
The jealous, vicious, ugly hate
That others land at our door
The pain in their lives must be great
To think they can destroy our core
Life takes over it beats you down
But your accomplishments renown
The person you are in my eyes
As through the ashes you will rise
We stand, as always, together
As one potent heart forever
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
The muses promise to assist my pen;
’Twas not long since I left my native shore
The land of errors, and Egyptain gloom:
Father of mercy, ’twas thy gracious hand
Brought me in safety from those dark abodes.
Students, to you ’tis giv’n to scan the heights
Above, to traverse the ethereal space,
And mark the systems of revolving worlds.
Still more, ye sons of science ye receive
The blissful news by messengers from heav’n,
How Jesus’ blood for your redemption flows.
See him with hands out-stretcht upon the cross;
Immense compassion in his ***** glows;
He hears revilers, nor resents their scorn:
What matchless mercy in the Son of God!
When the whole human race by sin had fall’n,
He deign’d to die that they might rise again,
And share with him in the sublimest skies,
Life without death, and glory without end.
Improve your privileges while they stay,
Ye pupils, and each hour redeem, that bears
Or good or bad report of you to heav’n.
Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul,
By you be shun’d, nor once remit your guard;
Suppress the deadly serpent in its egg.
Ye blooming plants of human race divine,
An Ethiop tells you ’tis your greatest foe;
Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain,
And in immense perdition sinks the soul.
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Obligated attentions often wander
While mention of you has become obsolete
The natural order was but a paradox
As if malevolent incantations drawn behind obsidian palisades
Moil to counter the divine
Each sunrise on countless days past
Out near the eastbound pines, totem ravens cast out
Narrations from night time Goddesses
Visions of the prospective, ironically incongruous
The palisades must be breached
I have not the strength
Yesteryear’s unified heart
Now cavernous barren wastelands
That blow eternal drifts
Toward the obsidian palisades
and
Permeate the baneful fractures of the unintended
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Hide the scars
draw a heart
on your arm
take a picture
add a filter
kiss her scars
"stay strong, love"
Only discuss what your feeling,
never share the real meaning
maybe someone will like you if you have bigger problems
joking with yourself when they barely even hit the quantum
Must've wanted to see what was so attractive
Picked up a blade then blamed me after
words are painful
piercingly baneful
Dug a deeper hole so you can bury me, just haphazards,
So immune to what your saying
you lied to me
so focused on what you're really hating
wanted to get into a fight
so you poisoned me at night.
think you're so poetic?
stop it.
It's pretty hard to stay clean
Looking in the mirror is so much harder than it seems
hard to keep on trucking
when your so bloodsucking
your actions are the kind that pull the noose up the tree
I wish it had all been fake
you put your heart out on a plate
for everyone to sample
if only they knew how you're never organically explaining
serving things the people should be disdaining
You have no idea
romanticizing for whoever's listening
when they say your so **** talented, your face must be glistening
You don't understand me
and this life you've created for yourself
writing about a life you know nothing about
how many times do I need to say it to get it in your head
You'll never understand the feeling of waking up
and wishing
you were
dead.
Hide the scars
rip the heart
on my sleeve
take your picture
add that filter
hope you're happy
"stay strong, dear"
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
How can you be so infatuated on a single substance
A single thing that can ruin any connection that may try to sprout
To make what is already grown
fragile enough untill they all have been shattered
As it is a wall blocking those who choose it
from the real world
and yet you choose the foreign substance
but do you consider how dangerous that something is
That you can loose your own body
your own mind
your own life
People talk about aliens
or if mind control really exists
but the undeniable is already reeping the nation
with the acceptance age being 21
you have given over your mind and body
The contract signed
A signature with your name finished in a lithal red
It might as well of been your will
For the only life you will live
won't even be lived as as you
you choose to be isolated
accompanied by something you've only know for a couple of years
and leave behind the people whom you have known all your life
or worse all of theirs
The life where you have choices
to not be bounded
To be in control
Is gone with a simple existence
a baneful prison
A fate which you solidified
with setting a reminder in the back of your head
A nag that is eating away any sanity
Deteriorating each sip that goes by
The mind so weak
though so always frail
easy to be controlled by a simple substance
yet It is only though that
when your body looses way
and the pain from with in seeps through
with the physical limitations having been met
For then you finally say
I shouldn't of started
Yet how come you still won't stop?
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
For seven-eighths of each day
I long for those instantaneous moments of
Unbridled joy.
I bid so long to Marianne
As I hear the full bubble of wine
And welcome Suzanne
And the fullness of her moistened lips.
Oh, if the eyes are portals to the soul,
Then the throat must positively be the vessel
To all that soothes the thunder
and causes our souls to shudder
In the watery pits of our gut.
These toxic tonics that we hold
Betwixt our baneful id,
And our most pathetic of egos.
This lamb that tames the lion,
Purple hearted with paranoia
and a lack of trust to rival even the most barbarous
Of governments.
**** me or don’t.
Perhaps the only mark of solace in this life
Is to be stabbed in the front
And to avoid the hustling of the scheming lovers
Behind the roman blinds of your devotion.
Set fire to Marianne.
You can lay with Suzanne
But don’t share a smoke with her.
Because she will take.
And take.
Take.
T.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
I was a new paintbrush.
In the beginning, there was so much potential in his promises.
He was to create alluring artwork from my bristles,
vowing beautiful blues and pleasant pinks would tickle me
and yet the memories of baneful, bitter blacks darken my mind.
When artwork went wrong, I was to blame,
slammed against the wall and used to stab canvases,
he took his anger out on me.
He splintered me and broke me,
yet I am still held accountable for his wrongful accusations.
My only hope was that he would clean up his chaotic mess
but my bristles are stiff and stained with snapshots of
his haphazard hand wrapped around my neck.
I am a used paintbrush.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Where were you,
When the world was calling you,
When Love & honesty was only with few.
When Poverty & Hunger was at its high,
When exploitation & injustice was very easy buy.
When Poverty rips through their veins,
When child in ragged clothes, with tired eye, begs for few beans.
When their bellies ****** is not by choice,
When destitute mother cries as her hungry child dies.
When women were exploited, with no one to tame,
When humanity was cringing with shame.
When even little girls were not spared by lust eyes,
When she was left with bruised body, with her dreams crushed & with groaning voice.
When baneful herbs of hatred were spreading viciously,
When aroma of love & tolerance was crushed blatantly.
When moral outlines were quashed,
When values were scotched.
At least now,
Stop Just crying foul & grumbling,
Stop feeling sorry & bleating.
Time has come to move on,
Get off the couch & plan for a new dawn.
Lead the change with your head high,
March ahead, your limit is sky.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Love has always been a baneful boon,
Neither the sun sunk nor rose the moon,
That promised evening never broke cocoon,
How much I dreamed for she never let me say,
I only kept waiting & just an idea took her away,
Time is said to pay nice but it instead made me pay.
All I am left with is love & memories, and a right hand.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
The fox is not an evil kind.
She's just mostly misunderstood.
She's not a dangerous canine
And at times she can be quite good.
You've heard she raids the chicken coop.
That's certainly baneful indeed,
But that's so much water soup,
'Cause feathers make her sneeze!
You've heard that she's conniving,
But she tells me it's not true,
She is just a fun-loving thing,
Who has a heart that is true blue.
She loves the wind's feel on her face.
She's really a country girl.
Her favorite pastime is chase,
Though she's quite elegant in pearls.
But she also likes to snuggle.
That's one subject we both agree.
I'm glad she chose me to nuzzle,
When you're a hound dog, such as me.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
Her attractive skin, mostly bare, in any clime looks alabaster,
Her heart, dark, envious green granite, rarely seen anywhere
had a hole drilled to pass right through it's coarse middle,
quite befitting for a 'crown crusted cobra', to snuggle within,
and inhabit, perfectly concealed, day and night, yearlong,
not on the eye shot of the prying world, it would remain
the unknown secret at the core of her enigmatic, existence.
Her eyes, shimmering embers of coal would entice,
any one smitten by desire, who dares to look at her face,
that vision of her from the very first sight remains frozen
though warped by spherical error, incorrigible!
Her slur sounds music to her fawning admirers.
She was a metaphor, for a perfect baneful construct.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Last 'eve I came upon my Walk
which said to me in baneful talk,
"Do carry on,
the day is gone,
and do not sit to write or squawk!"
I stood up in exasperation,
heeding to the consultation,
by chance I see,
oh could it be?
My one and only Adoration!
"My Love, my Dear,
why do you linger?"
Said my Darling unto me.
"You stay too long
in Thought and Song
and do not work,
nor lift a finger!"
"This Poem's my work,"
I quick defended,
"All these Abstracts I've befriended.
It takes a long time
to convince them to rhyme
and my poem's not halfway ended!"
Just then Leisure showed up on the scene.
"Why would you say that?
Why be so mean?
Can't you see that she works hard
'most every day?
Those nouns, verbs, and adjectives
get in the way!"
He said this to shield me
from Love's wicked glances.
With Tweedle and Dum
and a bottle of ***
he sat down to enjoy my advances.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
The door never relinquished its grip,
baneful whispers knocked endlessly
non where heard but some screamed.
Clamouring upon senses worth, edging
them towards deliriums shade. Wishing
to open lingering to be again rebirthed.
But wood inscribed knots hidden where
eyes did not linger, few could see what it
forcibly entombed, kept forever concealed.
There are many bushes that linger outside
its view, these are the souls that dared to
knock once now obscured.
It will keep knocking on the veil, waiting
for it true intent now cunningly revealed.
Who will be its bearer, who will keep it entombed.
*"Can you hear the door knocking will you
seek its shrouded truths,*
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
War...
Just illusion, a monstrous nightmare vanquished
with a ray of orange sunshine upon the tongue.
Mellowed with God's own gracious herb;
fiery gilded hairs of Acapulco Gold.
Bob, our coarse prophet of peace's dream,
his sallow voice arrived on autumn's dry wind.
Janis sang with sad, painful screams,
lilting ballads of fated, melancholy sin.
Flower children swaying,
moving to a blaring din.
****** naked bodies entwined.
Massing round a roaring flame
projecting the awesome power of love.
Childish hopes, banishing the nightmare of war
to naught but a bard's sorrowful tale.
How might you spill your brother's blood?
Reclined together, ****** by the shore,
watching pink and purple penguins
as they frolic in a rolling sea of split pea soup.
Diving within the shifting colors for treasures of ham.
*"Make love, not war!
Make love, not war!
Make love, not war!"*
We were but children, playing with grand theory.
Alas, lucidity comes with old age...so-called wisdom.
Our dream was lost to history's dusty files
as warmongers dined within ivory towers.
To think...
such a simple design could end the horror.
One mass of chanting, ****** teens,
color blind, hands embraced as one,
man, woman and child.
Just illusion...
a drug induced fantasy of a dream.
And "The Nightmare" regained
it's baneful power.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
I wish there are no bad people who find joy in hurting others
And there will be no one using others just to get what they aspire
I wish hearts only feel how to love, to be happy, and to care
That no hurt and pain would be there to create a baneful fire
I wish I learn to be cold, and to be numb at times
That nothing can hurt my heart that is so vulnerable
I wish this letter could reach the heaven so soon
For many thorns ***** my heart and the pain is unbearable.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
I lost my sanity to you.
Nothing that I could remember
Would restore me to the boy I once were
and bestow to me again my baneful innocence.
My mind was lost to you.
Something I remembered the other day about that day
Though it was much too late
and I never was your preference, my, what ignorance.
You robbed me of a ***** here
And bolts and hinges from every inch of tiny little squares
You stole away, wrote yourself off
and sweetheart, you rebuilt me
I was never more free.
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
You can stand there with your pride, but don't deny your pain
Take my heart with you, its to broken to operate the same
You can't forsake me, I consistently gave you my all
You fought and kept a grudge, but still I broke your fall
Your memories broke out in a silent weep, but I heard you loud and clear
I know you too **** well, so much so you'd cohere
Now lets take a moment, lets reflect on the past
You made broken promises, some you even recast
I breathed in your lies, and coughed out my soul
I guess it was too late, when I realised it was your goal
If I had one wish, I wouldnt change a thing
I know my worth now, and I am worth bragging
Dont tell me that you love me now, your love is way too late
I ate it up and spat it out, what you lost, you can locate
I'll no longer be your puppet, I cut off all our ties
I wont say hi again, since we've said our goodbyes
Re conciliation is not an option, I've told you once before
Its over, no more turning back once you've walked out that door
The weight on my shoulders lifted, and it is my vow
To shift it onto yours, do you feel baneful now?
So, lets look to the future, my path seems so wide
I'll find my way with life, the way the moon goes with the tide.
I hope you learnt your lesson, now that your old and worn
Never, not ever.. mess with a woman scorned
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Fallacious words and
Temperate attention
Still I am a moth who never learns
To stay away from the baneful light. Time is dragging us
Your justifications cannot further and further
Substitute reasoning. apart.
Countless times
You've intoxicated me I am drowning
With our effortless chemistry. in your
I feel like I am burning endless deception
But I am in no position
To claim physical pain.
So feed me more synthetic flattery, We seem to be parallel lines,
If I had to choose between the only constant
An honest lover and a dreamy liar, we are capable of holding
I'd pick you again and again.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Fractured, ruined, lost within my thoughts.
Soaked too the bone with baneful memories,
Like vines entwined in my brain banging at the door just to breath,
Your insensibility, absurdity and nonsense is like a fire burning deep within me,
because if it wasn't for your ignorance we wouldn't be in this reality.
Your words like venom spiting cruel ****
Always saying I love you but,
“Your thighs are too thick”
So choke on you articulation on this proper occasion,
suffocating on your enlightening ********
as if finally you taste the appalling choice of your vocabulary,
Instead of feasting on the frightening idea that you’ll be alone.
Forever most likely.
Instead of feeling the warmth of an embrace,
the sweet softness of a kiss,
or the burn of passion between two bodies.
You'll shrivel up like skin that’s been adrift in the ocean,
wrinkled, wreaked, and wicked ******
I feel sorry for you and the way that you’ll die,
Cold and heart broken like a vase that was dropped from the sky.
Ill pry that one day you’ll awake from this malevolent slumber
And be forced to endure the endeavoring of your madness,
To feel every verbal scar you left on anybody.
Tearing away from beneath your skin,
Slowly forcing you to mask holes of athencity to your past.
So release me from your obnoxious, vicious grasp,
Allowing me to be free from my entrapped sanity
And leave the minefield surrounding me,
Just waiting for it to backfire and convulse right here in front of me.
Take back the conversations,
Take back the fights,
And late nights.
Cut the memories right from the root and untangle them from my mind.
You may have wasted my time,
But I swear to you I lied because I wont love you any long for all time,
I wont care for you,
You’ll be an old bruise on my fragile body.
Because I’m Fractured, ruined, and lost within my thoughts.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC