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"broils" poems
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war’s quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. ‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.
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Sonnet 055: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments
Oh Muse! endow my verses like the grease which in a pliable state, straightens the choppy motion. Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like the hell fire that light gives, yet a sharp gaze broils the eggs*. Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one more time for me for the constellation bears rain no more. Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me for I will to drown myself today. Ah flora! the color of spring has blanched away for the pompoms bloom ashen Lovely Aurora! why you withhold yourself from me? She's glum with me, why trying you too be? Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and preserve the winsomeness. for the lass** knows no value, it has to me...
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
A Request Letter by Addy Jean
Disclaimer to Elizabethan democracy It hits it's head on the chamber table My hangman, eyes rolled up behind his mask dry lips hurt the ear drums Least this broken bridge burn under our feet Least it broils into rainbows, blood letting its comatosis We'll replace fear with release And suffer this karma like a detox struggle When the tv glares blue a displacement glares right back, legs badly scarred taken by a strong hand Patches must be missing, infra rave lights up hollow I couldn't even draw the pentagram The scales had fallen on my feet
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Birthday on an eclipse
If I could express In the most eloquent way The need I suppress To hate you every day The Simple Alignment Of pen on paper A simple consignment Of words to vapour My god, the darkness that broils behind this grin The dark resentment, every present within But I digress I smile and whittle away Accepting the stress That comes with every day No matter the anger That singes me like a lit cigar No matter the danger Of that burning to my heart I smile, grin and bear it so to say Till one day I snap, and throw it all away Toss it to the wind, that cold bitter grey Till its whipping envelops me Its pressure that of an endless sea Until the earth connects, and I cease to be God have mercy, set me free
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Hatred
My mind lays empty - What void, what null An empty hull Cracked shell Heart's prelude to tears starting in a swell My mind lays full Like a brimful ashtray Awaiting the day that I Throw the garbage away My mind lays still Making solemn the body Spent; to it's fill of every glory and thrill Reluctantly I observe and clean Every spill My mind lays glowing In love, furiously growing In ecstasy it broils and broils But under the sun It never spoils My love My mind lays racing And running for fun My mind lays pacing Gives the nights a sun My mind is furious - A whirlwind, a hurricane My mind's a tiger Without aim to tame My mind is illustrious My mind is a charm In it's mindful grip I laugh unarmed Now my mind is weary Now my thought's are glum How I envy the days Spent with loved ones
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
My Mind Is. . .
Is it worthy? I asked and truly meant - I of such broad company such grace in unsaid meaning and interpreted thought like scent on breeze, I am reminded of childhood aspirations sponge like and decadent to question challenge behold (en) translucent my id in pigtails, hand upstretched to the cookie jar gleeful. I blink - No. I am Woman now or so I should be and stare, transfixed on the tile eyes s l i d i n g s e e i n g ... I remember what this feels like I do - but the pen pauses falters Oh! the giving was so easy then an abundant fountain pure sweet lilac & moss and then No. anger red heat rolling through my gut seared through steaming memory - this cannot be scorched earth baked clay, and my fingers will not caress sweet soil when scentless rock endears nothing to me. The recurring silence had driven me to apathy... Yet now the air thins I remember the tangible am I ready to give? crouched low to the ground give me strength wisdom energy - to rise, heat broils sweat in my eyes or are they tears? - flex, uncurl these fists to mighty weapons of infinite power and rise heavy, leaden with depth & purpose so exposed but divine with sweet understanding complex thought dusty breath caught - paused and the liquid sky simmers above the haze and filth I reach heat like honesty lashing at my vision & thought the deep pulse - heartbeat ashes at my feet pause, inevitable. so close! fluorescent silhouettes draw doubt It cannot be I’m not ready to give where is that innocent joy? beyond double meanings deliberate unintentional cruel device eyes of steel - unblinking, omnipotent I covet my prose -a secret clutched to my heart, hoarding it like gems like desire and lust to give these thoughts ink and substance the ground keeps me close I blink. am blinded in the heat of such fervent need for release beginning, rebirth I remember how this feels so sweet and pure the need is intoxicating spun sugar silver moonlight on an ocean of unsaid self I rise - the Phoenix - I am She. I am She fleeting growing changing veins are vines burgeoning patterns on unfurled wings scream gold and blazon crimson blood in the tears I have shed sweet purpose - my only melody gives me hope. I take her tiny hand in mine and am risen once more.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
The Rising
Is it worthy? I asked and truly meant - I of such broad company such grace in unsaid meaning and interpreted thought like scent on breeze, I am reminded of childhood aspirations sponge like and decadent to question challenge behold (en) translucent my id in pigtails, hand upstretched to the cookie jar gleeful. I blink - No. I am Woman now or so I should be and stare, transfixed on the tile eyes s l i d i n g s e e i n g ... I remember what this feels like I do - but the pen pauses falters Oh! the giving was so easy then an abundant fountain pure sweet lilac & moss and then No. anger red heat rolling through my gut seared through steaming memory - this cannot be scorched earth baked clay, and my fingers will not caress sweet soil when scentless rock endears nothing to me. The recurring silence had driven me to apathy... Yet now the air thins I remember the tangible am I ready to give? crouched low to the ground give me strength wisdom energy - to rise, heat broils sweat in my eyes or are they tears? - flex, uncurl these fists to mighty weapons of infinite power and rise heavy, leaden with depth & purpose so exposed but divine with sweet understanding complex thought dusty breath caught - paused and the liquid sky simmers above the haze and filth I reach heat like honesty lashing at my vision & thought the deep pulse - heartbeat ashes at my feet pause, inevitable. so close! fluorescent silhouettes draw doubt It cannot be I’m not ready to give where is that innocent joy? beyond double meanings deliberate unintentional cruel device eyes of steel - unblinking, omnipotent I covet my prose -a secret clutched to my heart, hoarding it like gems like desire and lust to give these thoughts ink and substance the ground keeps me close I blink. am blinded in the heat of such fervent need for release beginning, rebirth I remember how this feels so sweet and pure the need is intoxicating spun sugar silver moonlight on an ocean of unsaid self I rise - the Phoenix - I am She. I am She fleeting growing changing veins are vines burgeoning patterns on unfurled wings scream gold and blazon crimson blood in the tears I have shed sweet purpose - my only melody gives me hope. I take her tiny hand in mine and am risen once more.
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Let's light fires to sear the reflection our eyes Let's carve knives to tease our's still hearts Let's scream foul words they tried to purge from our minds Let's run wild in the streets they told us not to roam Let's drink through our emotions and react despite warnings Let's dance until we cause the Earth to tremble Let's stroll through the path of oncoming trains Let's balance on bridges, teetering with the waves below Let's swim deeper than we should dare and kiss the depths Let's run at the barrel of the gun Let's sing to the song playing beneath the crust of the Earth Let's sleep in the center of the road Let's be free until the trees weep and the skies bleed Let's be free until the petals droop and the water boils Let's be free until the darkness glows and the silence screams Let's be free until the air tears our lungs and the blood broils our veins Let's be free
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
Let's be free
I wonder do they not think about these things these things which haunt my nights broil my days Conformity Excess Consumption Purpose Death The whys and the why nots I wonder do they not think about what else this world holds About how what we knew yesterday we scoff at today I wonder what don't we know I wonder what does tomorrow hold It haunts my nights It broils my days
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
When I'm feeling alone
This pain I cannot contain. It broils and seethes It gnaws and breathes This pain I cannot Contain. It seeps out my arms In splotchy red stains It billows out my veins. I can feel it stretching Testing it's claws Eating at my shortcomings Tearing at my flaws. I cannot contain this pain. It rips out of me Until exhaustion is all you see It breaks of great chunks Dropping them with heavy 'thunks' When it decides They're useless. Everyone Is clueless They see, but they don't do I don't think they ever Wanted to. If I gave you a piece of my pain, Could you feel it? Could you feel the steady strain The pull, the grasp The hurt that makes you gasp? If a smile is a frown When you turn it around I think that maybe... I'm                                             upside down.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
The Flipside
while the braggart toppings must brew bestowed me sparkles your broils as I lay boundless and bare yet haughtily up to the brim..
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Bare..
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live A perfumed tincture of the roses hang on such thorns and play a wantonly When spring's breath their masked buds pop open But for their virtue , only is their show They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made And so beauteous and lovely sister Not marble nor the gilded monuments of Queens shall outlive this powerful rhyme But you shall shine bright in this contents Than unswept stone , besmear'd with sluttish time When the wasteful tides of life shall legacies overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry The living record of your memory Gainst death and all oblivious emmity Your good works shall still find room even in the eyes of strangers So even till the judgement that yourself arise, You live in this and dwell in thy brother's heart and eyes Happy Birthday Sister !
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Few words for her