"compleat" poems
The mask I wear
For my family
For my coworkers
For my school friends
Is a mask of compleat happiness
No care in the world
But when I'm alone
The mask comes off
And there is the pain I feel
A feeling of loneliness
A feeling of emptiness
That is how I truly feel
Inside, behind my mask
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Attendees at the game of the gods,
come in three
Pythogorean sorts:
First kinds are the lovers of wisdom,
the second are the lovers of honor and
the third are the lovers of gains.
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Ah, now, now
There is a demon
of the old kind attempting me
to lashout
my flagella and wipe my competitors from the stream
in this
only race that counts,
first and only, no second place in this race
to pass
through
into the egg, where life, as we know it begins.
All I brought, my entire being
as a cellulate entity with a will to win, is absorbed into
her.
Here, she perfects that which concerns me,
my will is done. I won.
Or did the others fail? Should I have slowed and let
another pierce this egg
and marvel at its works, while I am left useless forever?
Nay, or why would I retain this will to win?
Or this will to
calmly carry on, knowing now, this final phase in the course
of compleat being becoming,
slow and steady sets the pace,
right
up to now, k-pow, push meets shove and I win again,
recalling the joy when
I, the wiggly carrier of all that made me possible,
pass through your attentive staring, sorting egg-eye
maybe,
osmotical magical silliness wells up in me.
I was chosen. Or formed to fit, this
complex knot
lock meet for me, the key
ingredi-ant,
in ever stories provoking old men to grow on.
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Strange though it be, true,
Isaac Bashevis Singer inspires me, with words he left behind
for just this reason.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Bashevis_Singer>
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Stay true to you and thats all i ask.
Let your hart and ambitions gide your way and never look back. Do not let the way i feel get in the way of bigger more important things. Tho i trust you would tell me if i where a burden.
I want nothing more than for your soul and your life to feel compleat. You can change anything whichever way you choose. Go where want, speak your mind, love your self and others.
I may not allways be exspexting change but it will never change the way i feel. Tho i may love you, my love will not bind you.You are free to go if you pleas tho i wish for you to stay.
I want you to be all you wish to be, I want you to be happy and I want you to be you...... because that all my heart desires.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
If I have to break, let it be quietly
Let me turn from it all, without a mention
Until I am gone, don't speak of me
A selfless break will bring the long awaited peace
If I have to break, let me vanish
For years to come I am a phantom
A shadow of the abyss
An empty memory to those who broke the doll
If I have to break, let me be on stage
A stage of my creation
That empty stage with a spotlight
An empty theatre to compleat the scene
If I have to break, let it be painless
Yes, there is fear
A fear of the something, of feeling
A case not visible where I have been
If I have to break, let the world remember me fondly
Let them smile on my memory
As the years pass
Let them cry
If I have to break, let it be soon.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
The knife is over her wrist
Once agen
She chickened out
Nomoruse times before
"Life means as much as the person"
She whispers"and from what you say I mean less than
The food I eat" the cafeteria was watching this girl
Most had no idea who she was
No idea why tears dropped on her wrist
Only to be washed away by the crimson blood
Eyes flew to the boy that was standing
In paralyzed ****
A month ago he brag of getting into her pants
But he was not the first
Far from it
The few who knew her
Remembered how they call her a ***** and *****
On nothing more than the words of *** crazed boys
Who Say how they "taped that ****
And silence ended as the knife dropped to the ground
Along with the boy who tries to hold her up right
But it was over
The boy to confused to know to apply presser
The crowed in compleat anarchy
But none will forget her last words "I'm sorry"
She doesn't even get a dramatic rush from the ambulance.
And worst of all
none will forgive them self
that she died a ******
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
*A fight, a mistake changed everything we had
Now it makes it seem like you don't care anymore
As you start giving up, I start to die
You were all I wanted, all I needed
No I feel you distant, that you're about to compleat lay give up
All I wish is for the old you, the one who never cared about anything else but us
I don't even know if we are still an "us" still
I want all of this to end now and be how we used to be
I don't want to loose you
Again*
** I'm done ! **
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I was still a child when the urge to build settled in my little brain.
"A project, what's that?" I would have asked, wearing my customary frown. "Does it bite?" My first "thing" is to build a secret camp! that took a lot of digging! I toiled all summer. When winter winds blew from The North my secret camp was complete, roofed with, branches, bracken covered, it was truly snug, deep enough so I could stand, wide enough to seat all my friends, I was popular all winter and warm in my snug. Disaster came out of the blue, in the form of the farmers tractor, it was blue! I came home from school to find it in my snug, where it stayed for two weeks, before it could be got out with a crane! My lovely snug was filled in and the ground ploughed and put to growing corn! Then I discovered fishing! Izac Walton was to blame. I discovered his book The Compleat Angler in the school library, it was dog eared and had no cover,
Seeing my interest, teacher gave it to me, not realizing that it would have a profound effect upon my life and family! More anon.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
For My Cat Jeoffrey
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his
prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees . . .
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying . . .
For the English cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his fore-paws of any quadrupede.
For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually -- Poor Jeoffrey! poor Jeoffrey! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffrey is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in compleat cat.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
I used to smile
Laugh, play silly games;
But now I'm just so...
Hollow? Empty?
I feel like and empty voided
That needs to be filled,
But my demons wouldn't let me
They would crush any hope I have
For the only thing that could fill that voided
Is hate, anger or pain
I tried to end it, but I couldn't
All those people who call me names
I smile, for they can't hurt me
I'm too strong for that
Now me and my demons are in a frenzy
We all crave the same thing after all
Compleat and utter chaos
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
The ****** Mary held a
bowl ,
blue radiant tongues of fire .
The light in the dark ,
the mother of all worlds ,
the enemy of all liars .
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See now the Holy Infant's pain ,
stigmata's lovely flower .
The spiral staircase
where childhood was slain ,
the monster which dwells in the tower .
☆
Small faces scream for justice ,
now enshrined in truth .
The light in the dark
will be merciless compleat ,
their blackened souls , the demon's meat .
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
looking down a gunbarrel of intent
did all the spiders went
the ground so shakes
i am the master of feet
no one comes compleat
out of step we fakes
take what we sleeve
no use to grieve
hardwired
opening up the closing door
follow cracks in hidden floor
expired
touch me but don't
love me I won't
the far nearly there
I gasp at the hold
no value in gold
fling your donkie in the air
every night
love the fight in fear of sight
all the times a wastin'
ole lizard lips is Baskin
sister is always fasting
snip snip . . . tin tim
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC