"choas" poems
Dimension beginning of vile ****** exposed,
And the Emperor has no clothes,
While helplessly strut a mighty walk without a shame.
Course of history repeating itself,
Like the flow of water meeting in the river of streams,
But recycle through the clouds and back to the ground it flows.
Are we so blinded by the glimmer of the mirage of oasis in the desert,
We toast with sands of dune to quench our thirst of our plight,
And all is but a fickling light ducktaped by words of unintelligible muddled murmur?
This is truly the flawed design of our time,
When we no longer promote arts and crafts of philosophies,
And religious cults of zealots condemned the science and Academia by berating it's achievement.
Likes of ancient times of Agora and the height of it's human enlightenment,
There are forces of deconstruction of society of choas ensued by hateful fear mongers,
And systematic inward of national fevor of berserkers leveling progress.
Maybe another dark age is inevitable,
But little seed of hope I feel tangible,
And sometimes event maybe a phoenix.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
She stood still before the choas; unshaken.
The wind blew its mighty breath against Her core but to no avail; unmoved.
Her coffee'd skin warm like the sun that kisses the Earth's horizon.
Something within Her had risen without warning nor permission:
She was a Goddess, in Her own right.
Brown. The soft tone of the Earth.
Golden hue painted widely across the canvas of Her *****
Her skin like caramelized silk, with the sunglow of Egypt itself.
She pressed Her face to the Earth's floor and moved mountains with Her prayers.
Queen of the meek, ambassador of the poor.
She was the perfect amalgam of beauty and brokenness.
~The Goddess of Humility.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
The brevity of this life is seen in the breaths we take. For our forefathers before us have made all the mistakes.
NOW is the time for a generation to arise and take their place.
Death, choas, deprivation and despair are all evidence that this world is out of our control, and we so frequently gasp for air
As our lives are passing us by, just like grains of sand on the beach, when will we realize that this life we are given is nothing more than a reach.
A reach for something greater, we all long for this love, which settles all battles, and comforts us with a warm embrace.
You see I look in the face of someone in whom I've found hope. A new sense of meaning, begins to spring forth from my being.
The word life makes me ponder the existence of creation but then I really begin to look that word
L- living
I- intentionally
F- for
E- eternity
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Black And White Tiles,
Lay Out A Room's Floor,
It Seems To Stretch For Miles,
A Single Red Rose Lay By The Door,
A Key Is Stuck In A Broken Lock,
Different Colored Brush Strokes Are Plastered,
On Every Wall Surrounding 13,000 Clocks,
It Was A Disaster,
But It Was Organized Choas,
One Wall Was Missing,
Then All At Once More Lights Than Las Vegas,
Ripped Through The Emptiness Kissing,
Each Glass Face Of The Clocks,
Making A Starry Reflection,
Wind Was Rushing In As Loud As The Screeching Of Hawk,
It Was A Fantasy As If It Were From An Enjection,
Galaxies Swirl Around The Room,
Making Dark Crimson Hair Fly,
The Light From A Soul Blooms,
I Now Know I'm Far Away From Any Sky,
Purple Rain Falls From The Ceiling-Less Dwelling,
There Is No Oxygen But None Is Needed,
A Heart Starts Swelling,
But No Words Were Pleaded,
It Was A Reason To Smile,
But A Reason To Cry Yourself To Sleep At Night,
But It Was Worthwhile,
For What I Saw After All That Light...
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
The cosmic river of placidity our spiritual
Graveyard, laden illuminating the resevoirs
Of the sun serpents mineral kingdoms created
As the desecrated flowers of the
Universe decay,
The barren Earths machinery immortally
Combative rebirthing deaths plague.
Akashas victorious joy reflecting the
Sillohettes of times ardititious travellings
Fleeting, the strength of withered spirits
Collective daydreams upon solacses fallen
Fields of despair, redeeming justices
Patience provocating abeyance.
The irredescent golden amber of an iron
Roses kindling flame; katabolisms landscape
Transcending sunsets incarnate pharisaical
Clouds defying agonising temptations rising
On the wind of sanctimonious whispers
Working the stagnate temper of
Choas' repining heart.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
You knew I loved you
And you know I love you
Still you brush me off
And turn me aside
Now I turn the tide
And let my anger free
Though my insanity
I hurt you now
But dont you worry
I wont hurt you physically
I'll just hurt you physcologically
And drive you crazy
'Till you hear the things I hear
And see the things I see
'Till people tell you
The things that they tell me
And the whispers oh the whispers
Whisper so softly
But still driving me crazy
Stealing away my sanity
Hurling me into a world of choas
Here no one can bother us
Not you and me
But the voices of my insanity...
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
I haven't written anything
In at least a month
I've dreampt about kissing
atleast three boys
Tomorrow; I'm seeing the angel of choas.
I will be brought back down.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
I sit back and gobble down my dinner
Ramen mixed with Ranch
I sit back and kick my feet up
in this old recliner
it creaks and shifts as my skinny ***
sinks into its old cushion
I smell a cigarette burning
I taste its poison
I finish my meal and flip on the news
murders and weather mixed
with pity to our dieing soldiers
In the midst of this choas
I find happiness
that my day only consist of a ****** meal
and a old chair
Im not that mother holding back her tears
Im not that soldier holding back his fears
and I'm far from the bad weather that devastates
suburbs and already beat down buildings
I'm not that volunteer picking threw dead bodies
and rain soaked pictures of peoples lifes once lived.
Im simply a guy with a couple holes in his beaten converse sneakers
I'm simply a guy who watches the evening news
as I think about the things I could do
But then my laziness sets in
and I just sit back and listen.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
It's quieter now.
Rioters are long gone.
For reasons beyond me.
Their anarchic war
Was replace with arctic winds
From far north.
Iciness blows through me
Unthawing the rawness.
Forlorn frozen feelings.
Slowly spreading, soon
I am a hollow iceberg
The world still moves on
Through the bright fire
And I watch from my frigid state.
Sometimes, flames will flicker towards me,
Sometimes, they lick my ice.
Temporary mealting occur.
The memory of water proves too
Tempting for ice to ignore.
But this chilled bliss is fleeting.
Memory turned sour and only to freeze up again
And forget about fire so ice retires from contact.
All I can do is watch on.
Coldness remains in the heart and brain.
As the warmth of health carries on around me.
It is time like this,
That I wait for this age to pass.
For climate change to do what it does best
However weather has always been unpredictable,
And even lava couldn't thaw me free.
Instead I will wait for the return of the rioters.
and prepare to greet them all
and All the choas they bring.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
and the skies with sudden encore come
filled with words not worked
orchastrating a full complement
of treacherous ambition
and will an exploration
of competeing claim of unsundry wills
and such as is gives men a will to transform themselves
to give a cause to anciet or recent voice
a permissible presentation of possibilities
in battle and brawl with a blunt rhetorical and physical disorder
which does emphasize such dramas
with stark, violent and repressive potential
all tantilized with the prospect of wealth in the ground
make a contention with vicious energies
of hate and ambition that propels
an intence and exhausting experience
upon a once civil-world to spiral
vertiginously toward an ancient choas
enacting old stories with the oppresiveweight of the past
now monstrous individualism
whose hideously fragile bonds to peace
no longer exeert their hold
and thus divorse themselves
with an individual rapaciousness
annihilating lives with a curiousley
derivative quality for a store of gas and oil
and disinherite themselves from moral constriant
evoking the soliloquy of historical hypocrisy
with a mutilation of truth
in a tragedy of lament for all human kind
then sudden uncalled for encore fills the skies
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Getting through the choas surviving all these unsettle emotion
The rage from the past comes into the light
Did everything ends up being wrong
I pray to come out strong and whatever
Better off without over feeling shut out
Try to keep it simple road blocks full of complication
Venting out frustration much needed closure
Thought long term everything was short term
Thought how can I change when I've progressed
All I wanted to do is get past being broke
Not a joke others can keep down for long
Its ***** she's gone like must be hatd as a single mom
The way it ended ticking time bomb
Not ready but willing to try
The hurt inside stay strong don't give up and die
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
stardust and choas
our cups are so full of where we come from
so bright and vast
so destructive and breathing of adventure
expanding collapsing
our own mini histories repeating and refining
until we create something
something bright enough to revolve around
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 1:43 AM UTC
I would never have imagined
That such an unassuming affection
Could become something
I can treasure deeply
I would never have thought
That a shattered heart
Could turn towards you
And find solace there
I would never have assumed
Safety within your arms
And a quiet place
To rest my soul
I would never have expected
Anything more than frienship
But my heart wanted more
And you allowed me in.
Thank you
For casting light upon my abyss
For lending me warmth
And a place where my hands fit into yours.
I am swayed by uncertainty every day.
In myself
In you
In the world that surrounds us.
But i am certain
That your smile is a constant within the choas.
I dare say
That i love you
Because my heart is filled with it.
And i cannot lie to myself.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 7:18 AM UTC
Being in love is like following a voice through chaos.
Now I've lost the voice and choas has disappeared.
The voice may come from different speakers throughout your life, but it's always wisdom, soothing and correct.
She's told me hold on and all that.
Why'd she go I don't know.
We were making it.
We were.
Oh well, I'll know her when I hear her again.
It will be some time, though, as I recognize I still have a significant distance to fall before I can pick myself up and prepare myself again for chaos, chaos that holds the voice. I'm gaining a lot of weight.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
*** teaser
people pleaser
mind reader
secret keeper
man leaper
grim reaper
floor creeper
little sleeper
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
To know thy enemy is to know thy self.
Drown your sorrows like bodies.
Regret can be found in the bitter bottle,
and fear is a weakness that can last only
the shortest seconds
but strength the longest of hours.
You are titanium steel.
You have been forged and re-forged,
melted down and made a new.
You are the sea, furious, ever changing,
and swallowing everything in your path.
You are as unforgiving as the cold that made you.
You are hell and brimstone.
You rage like thunder and scream like wind,
and by God, they will rue you.
You are not an army,
you are an empire.
You are myth and legend.
You bring destruction
and breathe fire.
You are Girl.
Burn. Them. All.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
droppin off of the face of the earth
so ******* and ******** betta make a wide birth
im destroyin cities
grabbin *******
causin ****** choas
YOU ******* WANNA GET CROSSED??
my brains gone n busted
YOU THINK I CAN BE TRUSTED?
give me your babies and keys
or dont ill just ****** rob these
houses and homes and GARDEN GNOMES
And WE'LL SEE WHOS REALLY CRAZY
im tellin ya it obviously aint me!
im as psychologically stable as can be!
ya see my doctor says i should lays in bed
pretend for all the world to be dead
he said eat fat foods and shoot up them noobs
no eating your greens
no god **** sweet dreams
and make sure from the sun you hide
just remember ya lil **** dont ******* go outside
well now ive been
so here comes sin
put away your fragile psychi
caus this ******* gotta psych-plee
i was born for one reason
to commit massive human treason
to be the human A explosion
giving way to the long awaited erosion
of you
ya stinky piece a poo
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
We were stuck in a downpour on Locust
Shadowed with good intentions
Your vices smothered your virtue
They exist on the coastline of your mind
Follow the glow of the neon signs
Turn right when you feel your chest convulse
Born cursed with impulse
Sanity leaks from the ceiling in your mind
Your gleaming with dishonesty
You curated needle graffiti on my walls
You disappeared liked clockwork
Down every shoddy alley
To fill your lungs with manic choas
Just another suburban stray
With calico bruises
Trying to find the glamour in its grip
-kellie scranton
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Listen to every drop of rain soothing your madness,
As she rambles on with her unspoken beauty,
My eyes sparkle with every drop of sadness,
And I can't seize to exist in this shattered reality.
In the dark windy night,
I hear the holy with might
Lifting my miseries to up above
To lend them a lesson of great love,
Still she sits in her golden throne
Stripping the choas off my bones
And angels are there to draw me once whole,
Dancing with my heavy and worried soul.
And so with every drop of rain
My lips shan't surrender to spoken pain
For I dare not shed a tear
Because the day of the sun is near.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
I hate driving.
Sometimes when I am on the road I imagine what it would be like if I ran into a car coming the opposite direction. I would feel the glass of my windshield cutting into my skin, and feel my body being held prisoner by the seat belt.
Perhaps someone would come along and dramatically pull my from my burning car, and I would be rushed to the hospital and be drugged for a couple hours. I wonder if my family would cry.
I think that deep down, I just desperately want to experience the sway of power between life and death.
Trapped in limbo, I wonder if I finally would not feel any pain.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
media is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news
the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city
do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care
next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight
read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care
i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse
back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's
so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
I dress and hold you
like a child
your pheromones intoxicating me
coughs
snores
gentle moans that require attention
bed shifting
the texture of the sheets subbing together
this is our symphony
I'm drunk off the scent of your hair and skin
artists created Gods in your image
shadows highlight your emaciation
static.
vibrato from sing-alongs
red wine and irish whiskey are bringing us together
and tearing us apart
we are both pilgrims
and
we are both savages
grabbing at my shirt like a little baby who needs his mommy
we sing to your body so
ceremoniously
nuzzling, rolling, blushing, adjusting
our souls require choas
clumsiness excused
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
People of one clan,
Ought to harass one kind;
From one bloodline.
Looting ones motherland.
Liberty scarce on its land;
Vanished by choas and conflicts.
Segregation conquers its people.
O ye Mama Africa!
Geet you are,
And geet you must.
O people of virtue!
Oneness we are,
And oneness we must.
We ought not quarrel,
For we are one family.
With the heart smiling,
Laying under one duvet;
Yields golden success.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
When I close my eyes
I am consumed by darkness
I can feel the tide spiralling
Pulling me down into it's depths
A tornado twisting and grasping
I am no longer in control
I have become one with choas
One with the shadows
It's like noise is everywhere
But I'm underwater
Muffled voices slither past me
Garbled tones swimming
I know it's there but
To me it means nothing
Nothing is real and
I am one with everything
Until I open my eyes
There's too much concrete
I am here once again
Awakened in emptiness
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC