"banes" poems
The pulchritudinous aquatic lair,
Of resplendent melancholy depth,
A place damaged beyond repair,
Teeming of glazed ghosts of death.
Hither and yon an offed world lingers,
The alluring charm of the cadaverous expanse,
Where bony-ice settles deep in frigid fingers,
A bloodless shore of gothic romance.
Eyes burning with a copper glance,
Vermilion waves wash over the bare sea-bed,
Waking the argenteous sand lance,
From their hide-out in death's head.
This oceanic God's acre,
Populated by inert remains,
Destroying the soul of a ballad-maker,
Hang-out of many sins and life-banes.
My languid, crippled stony heart,
Floating in this burgundy desert,
In fragments shattered into pieces of ****** art,
Blown away in a riotous explosion of subvert.
A/N: This poem is a tribute to the thousands of forgotten lives lost under the sea.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Ambition, I need to embrace.
Perplexed by the facts of bountiful banes.
Remember to love myself first and foremost.
I shouldn't have to accept but must have.
Love, will you still feel though ain't alright?
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
She stands by me, she stands by all of us
Shielding with bright the flame of purest truth
Like Thetis gainst the banes, she’s beauteous
Allowing me to grow within my youth
A roaming free through her prairies untamed
Hued with vibrant roses as her stripes red
With lakes most deep and mountains, high most famed
And stars that watch over us when dawn’s dead
America, the guard of all the rest
Brother to the young, mother to her son
An eagle soaring o’er the sky’s blue breast
Daring to claim the fiery, hot sun
Aglimmer with a brazen, nascent zest
And bring it back and lay it in hard pride
America the beauteous and bright
Across the mountains folding ‘gainst the wold
Across the lakes reflecting the deep sky
Across the cities rimmed at night in gold
Is the place where harmony shan’t e’er die
America, the place where sorrows flee
The land of the brave, those who charge to fight
Who fight for what makes America, free
Who fight for what makes America, bright
Who fight against the scourge of dawning hate
We are the folks who lead the world before
Tomorrow, we make America great
America, tis to freedom, the door
America, tis to pure hope, the gate
America, to the future, the tide
America, the beauteous and bright
In times of need, in times of woe and drear
We welcomed all hapless people who fell
Cringing within their dark, wholesome despair
By the black feet of dark the king of hell
This land is land that always share must we
This land is land with laws and judges, just
This land the land of opportunity
This land the land forged together with trust
America, the home of everyone
Who dare to achieve ‘yond the mortal eye
Warden of all, rebuilder of the gone
The eagle who dares to the bright stars, fly
Beyond where rims all space the light of sun
And venture deep into galaxies, wide
America, the beauteous and bright
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
i felt a real feeling as my heart turned from healing
to a sickness so real that it dripped from the ceiling
sealed fates and doorways, i felt my skin peeling
and it felt so revealing
...it felt so revealing
i felt a doom creeping in with the moon, looming
like the gloom soaking up all the air in the room
it was moving in too, blooming like it was due
and i still had no clue
...i still had no clue
this torture brought forth fortresses of remorse
so coarse my pores filled with fear and with force
and the doors stored more still yet to explore
but it came from what source
..it came from what source
my thoughts fell through hell to break out of this shell
i felt my cells tell me something fell through the well
i knelt down, felt around and was not where i dwell
could this be something else
could this be something else
i felt death as it crept into my bed as i slept
and i felt the cold sweat building up on my neck
as i wept and i felt like i took the next step
and it felt so adept
...it felt so adept
and to my surprise my eyes widened in size
disguised lies and flies buzzing silenced my cries
as i try to find why beyond files and sighs
i am lost in reprise
...lost in reprise
the parting of dark arts and of blind shopping carts
we throw darts at old hearts and hark pointless remarks
we barter with charts of love broken apart
and we're back to the start
...we're back to the start
it's lost all its meaning either fleeting or leaning
the towers bleed first feeding greed with their weaning
breeding keen seeds all teaming with loss and still reaming
but maybe we're just dreaming
...maybe we're just dreaming
the haze fades to gray, raves and won't float away
braiding fame, combing banes into fake lion manes
raining plague upon grains until no plain remains
and it's always the same
...it's always the same
what you do is too crude to let life ensue
it takes truth to break through the new sky that you drew
you flew it out to the new coast and blew it up too.
now there's nothing to do
...there's nothing to do
again i felt death creeping in as i slept
the bitter cold sweat building up on my neck
as it swept through i felt like we took our last step
the world took its last breath
...it took its last breath
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I found a home
In the heart of what you said to me:
That you didn't trust yourself.
But I trust you like I'd trust
the kindling to fuel our friendly fire.
Never quite ablaze but always holds a smolder.
I'd trust you to
feel me, and know me, and hurt me
and still be the person I want to talk to
on my cloudiest of days.
Because I'd rather feel pain than
feel numb
and I'd rather try my best
than be done.
Because the beauty in your eyes
isn't a color,
It's knowing that there
is a depth behind for me to find.
Your complexity
Strikes a curiosity in me
that wants to break you down
to build you up.
Because a mountain of you
would always be worth the climb
No matter
how rough the weather.
And I know that these are things I've
said before,
My entire existence
banes from redundancy.
But you are new
and you understand
the bluest of my hues
because you have them too.
Part of me wants
to shine in the darkest corners
of your heart.
But the other part
knows you are not looking
for a flashlight in me.
I've been here before.
It's starting to look
familiar again.
The thing about living life
next to a window
is that you always have a view of
what's on the other side.
But a view of you
makes me grateful
that I have the best seat.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Untitled
It's again open season
Yet there remains no vacancy
No rooms for rest
Salmon kite
Days of nostalgia
Free float
Pure trist
Illis quotes Amber
The fungus grows larger
A beast and a rifle to burden this momentum
Falling through a mother's pine
One thousand banes in the form of love
A mother's work is never done
Ninth dynamic
Four hours and this is forged again
Silver screams heard through golden temples
Dust settles, the bricks fall
A mile of bone penetrates the pyramid
Bringing new forma of energy
Satan's toothpick
And sharp fur for another
Ghost conductor entering messages
Down there, he eats in fits of a slothful rage
In fits of overdosed shrubbery
***** clocks
Each hollows and fades you
Advanced romance as strands won't return
Dirt searches for your face in the midnight hours
Artificial chains
Lead by burns
Idolatry commencement
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Flashbacks and personifications of appearance,
Cashback is the fornication of adherence
Shut! with your big mouth proverbial fantasies,
Can’t you see this big mountain is just Virtual Reality?
If this mud is all matter, then my blood can cure cancer
My peers say I’m crazy, but it’s just a chemical reaction,
Or perhaps my fears are lately just less than the decimal fraction
Ethereal imagery dazzling to the secular eye,
But still banes and trifles to what tomorrow holds
Either deal with idolatry or the baffling homunculi,
than fail stifling on the hallow roads…
Hold, should I materialize further than this?
No, I’d meteorite farther than this…
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
Darkness of light the candle that darkness shines its bane to tame the light
Light of darkness the candle that light shines its bane to tame the night
Ecstatic cosmic banes,of light and darkness games
darkness divine right of light in this poetic phylosophy to ignorance blight
Toccata into eternity,divinity for light and darkness unity
blood of god i drink,as on light and darkness i feed in this cosmic creed
Ecstasia of conflict ironic divination damnation by the soul from ignorance salvation.Decision for knowledge by perfection precision.direction of soul awakenening ressurection provision.
light and darkness is my name,eating my soul to make me tame.
Of universe bane through an eternity gain
tool of ecstasy,rule of divinity light and darkness triumph
> > 2021 < < destiny unfolds and i appear and awake(AlucarD)
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
It's again open season
Yet there remains no vacancy
No rooms for rest
Salmon kite
Days of nostalgia
Free float
Pure trist
Illis quotes Amber
The fungus grows larger
A beast and a rifle to burden this momentum
Falling through a mother's pine
One thousand banes in the form of love
A mother's work is never done
Ninth dynamic
Four hours and this is forged again
Silver screams heard through golden temples
Dust settles, the bricks fall
A mile of bone penetrates the pyramid
Bringing new forms of energy
Satan's toothpick
And sharp fur for another
Ghost conductor entering messages
Down there, he eats in a fit of slothful rage
In fits of overdosed shrubbery
***** clocks
Each hollows and fades you
Advanced romance as strands won't return
Dirt searches for your face in the midnight hours
Artificial chains
Lead by burns
Idolatry commencement
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
A world without color is one most people cannot see.
It is hidden beneath dreams of us and wishes of maybe.
It is one that accompanies those wish it away.
And hangs over the shoulders that wish it would stay.
Color hangs on the roots of hair,
clouding minds that were once fair.
Swirling red in a pool.
Heart pumping here
and stopping there.
Eyes with veins screaming, seeing, needing.
Lines on wrists bleeding, breathing, fleeing.
Birth bringing banes of bloods being.
Red runs away in retreat.
Orange hearts fade in time.
Instinct to thought the brain no longer chimes.
Orange soon obsolete.
Yellow girls and boys
Trying to fix broken toys
That reside in brains.
Chug chug my train.
Yellow never did compete.
Green grass grows in gardens
And as far as we have known.
Trusting the Earth to give what it has shown.
Has come easily.
Yet flowers watch in spite
as green grass doesn't give up a fight.
Once pressed down by the cause of man
Green will rise again.
Green stems cut and killed.
Flowers have never been thrilled.
Green causes conceit.
There are those that argue of the colors above.
Some say all exists in this show of lights
But if blue knew
it would scream
The sky is mine.
The clouds are granted access when I please
All other colors visit me
For we are one.
If only blue knew, everything would be concrete
They flaunted their royalty
Wearing a superfluity of luxury
They denied their disloyalty
Ignoring the fact that responsibility was told
but not heard.
Cruelty will exist in purple.
Yet it will be hidden
Hidden in mystery of being last.
Contorted to the future and past,
When did purple beat?
A world without color is one most people cannot see.
Still, it manages to be one we believe.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
My Lips Quake
as my mind races past
like the countryside on a train
Amorous stories painting a galaxy to explore
In that field over there
where the flowers belie a golden path
that will never be, again
and again
and again
Every passing second...
my heart rests heavy between each beat
it sighs in its eggshell seat
nestled between the
branches of this brambling tree
it yearns to break free of its gilded cage
yet every birdsong sung broken
by these bars of thought...
The pen rights itself.
The beautiful curves ****** any agency
from these brown lover's eyes
I am left- Myself
the only observer
to this raging river of tears.
I can but bask in its salty-white torrents,
Let the waves consume me until
I have lost Myself
in its primal wonder
It is this Death of Grasping
which I wrest,
it offers me
no breath
to rest
in
I am the studious disciple
who banes sleep
preferring to whisper
his day to memory,
While the moon paints circles
across my face
My Lips Quake
as my mind races past
with all the lessons
on this Every-day
My Lips Quake
with every remember'd beauty:
The light was new
in a day gone blooming
that will never be again
and again
and again
Every passing second
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
The rain is a harvest,
Of locusts,
Grovelling in the mud,
Igniting the dirt,
With rapid, incandescent movements.
Few of them
Fall on my wet feet
And consummate
The glowless meat,
With Desires.
Which shall remain unfulfilled.
I remember
The last time it had rained,
You were far and oblivious.
Occupied in the obvious.
While I drank the hues
Hoping you could watch
The omnipresence of the drops.
And kissed the ones which lingered,
Later.
The leaves bend silently,
Bowing before the permanence,
Of the present gravity.
Something washes the chains,
Hoping to break the banes,
Yet retires approvingly,
Understanding how unbridled freedom
Can be very
Ungainly.
Soon,
Every sentry returns,
Unperturbed.
The rain leaves us.
Undisturbed.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
I wrote the summer long ago, and asked her to be kind. I wore down the winter bone, beckoning home, waiting for springs fine. Listen. The bow bends creaks, and banes. The swollen hope of summer wanes.
All I've ever known. Is to write these general poems. Images will flash before your eyes. But I will never let them guide you to the occurrence of my life. Every feeling I feel may be strong, but seems overly dramatic to the planets strife. This has been a brief view in my head. Enjoy these carefully constructed words of images, and build them into your life instead.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
In restful sleep I've wandered to a land far and beyond,
Where banes, which, present, ******* me, have left me - far and gone.
Where havoc and the woes of life drift off to nullity,
And the breaths I took, for once, for once, came in tranquility.
For, gone were my anxieties, and absent were all tragedies,
Rubs of which make living a great bane on my reality.
...
But, by morn's time, the waking from the dream blighted the peace I'd found.
Worries and pernicious troubles, soon flocked back: a pack of snarling hounds.
(From their mouths did drip my dreams, which had been tattered at the seams;
Left in a state of disrepair, of which did cause me to despair -
For nothing else I did much care, but had much longing for those dreams
Which were now gone, ripped at the seams)
...
Alack! what is this life to those who've cast their eyes on better things which lay,
Beyond the fringe of this existence, a land which living keeps at bay?
'Tis but a walk of sullen gloom, of which feels much like hellish doom
Though trying, never to break through, until you're sleeping in your tomb,
Where all the learning, of the wise, are shut into your pallid eyes,
Where all the learning, of the wise, are locked behind your pallid eyes.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
The ash and brimstone might have tasted sweet
Amid the harsher fragrances of hope
That bloom like lilies, lucent on faint slopes,
And root themselves in sinless psyches deep.
I heard those vile unchaste murmurs slide
In through the gate, where purer flowers hung,
Enwrought with ancient banes in ancient tongues:
The doors to Hell remain secured with pride.
As Parthenos in Athens she was known,
So oathless Devil shall in Hades reign.
Beyond the depths that man can fathom rests
The starkest palace, laid with mica stone;
Yet in his kingdom lies a fertile plain,
And in its soil faith may effloresce.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Tell me not life is in haste
Life is but a bivouac of pain.
All around are men of wild banes.
Scrunching women as paltry flesh.
Can poetry quench sultry thirst?
Nothing at all is an ending quest.
Race is dark and life is earnest.
All around the world are people of conquest.
We move in doubt we move in earnest.
Hoping tomorrow will bring us solace.
While the world is made of many colors
Those in black may fair again.
Hand in hand we made war.
Now alone is the battle rule.
Who declares the end yet unknown.
Heroes will make at vantage dawn.
Except the ones that lead us on.
For life is long and time is fleeting.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC
Monochrome strings, fizzled out currents,
Dull thumps, dead thumps, redrum me,
The theatre of my undoing and my banes,
The graveyard of unburied, broken dreams;
The heart was made to feel and Lord, I felt,
The vacuity of a thousand dead suns,
The gravity of a tempered yellow star,
What grows the more you take away?
The grief of the fireflies, burned without the fade,
The oddity of a moonflower for one glorious dusk,
None of this makes sense and neither do I,
Lost in the plot, lost a lot, take out the glock;
The revenants of my wounds have resurfaced,
I slip across it's horizon, overcome by it's strength,
Just me and Lana tonight, let the wildflower burn,
Tomorrow's dusk, I'll still be here.
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
Check my worth my flows gettin' mucho networth
Similiar to new birth creatin' girth yo who's worse
Than these chuckie cheese emcees talkin' like they
Killin' the industry but they under me
Like they sneaky keep killers and rukas with me
**** a street credibility I even seen a homeless man catch a body
In Little Italy another tally tossed in the alley now he walkin' in the valley
In the Shadow of death holdin' my clips I bust til.its nothing left
Then reload if I gotta got more magic than Harry Potter
Burn you with my lyrical lava meltin' all seven of ya chakras
Fools swear they Hollywood like Chaka
Khan this one's for big pun puttin' holes in one
Like a swing from golf club linked with a holy cherub
Rollin' herbs to calm my nerves so my rhymes can reserve
The beat down comin' next to the MC that tries to serve
Me with the weak bars I'll leave em with stars
Wreck em like a car collision see my visions
They lock up mentally into a prison
From my rhymin' aligorithm
Not from Nueva York I be an iron man like Tony Sparks
Suckas scared of the light cuz I got the Dark
Forces around me nothing but energy
Suckas magnetized by my mental Infantry
Gunnin' with grande ammo never wear camo
Knockin' out Uncle Tom's to ***** I be the true culo
By nature hate fakers
and ******* who ain't nothing but **** shakers
Picture takers flashing ya death soon to see the undertaker
Now ya back to creator
Lyrics bashing ya puttin' fear in ya heart
None could part I'll gassed you like a ****
Body stinky rule the world like Brain and Pinky
The rights a genuis and left is insane
Comin' with divine bars that soak like polyurethane
Got the strength of ten Banes simple and plane
Get my flow through puffin' that spiritual cane
Angels knocked on the doors of my mental out pours
Nothing but bars from Galaxy afar
Look up see me naw
It's a bird a plane naw it's Yosef with words that gain
No losses boss of the bosses fools hangin' on rhymes
Like tree mosses
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC