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This Heart-Based Beauty I dearly comply
Is the Seventh Great Angel in her Trump
From here I bow in Confidence rely
Glowing on purpose for Kindness come
And what shall I owe for this Charity
If even those Letters won't make me read?
You took one Page and recited them to me
Now my Demon's Tongue wooled a Lamb-at-Heed
So now the Pomegranate starts to Ripe
Though it actually shows signs of decay
You took some Olives and combined your bite
Thus the Sweetness assumed its Form to stay.
He loves Sweets, you know. I knew you'd offer
That Halo as your tray would sate him better.
#daleysangels #alicewright_4
Poetria Nov 2016
Wall clock,
Slaves to all of time.
Failure to comply.
ryn Jan 2015
How are you?
I'm alright I guess...

Where do we begin?
Maybe at the start of this mess.

Are you uncomfortable?
I can't say that I'm not.

Is it your past?
Well it's all I've got.

Do you still get nightmares?
Well I used to...

Will you let them show?
Depends on you...

What do you hope to accomplish?
I don't know... Peace of mind?

Would you have done things differently?
Everyone wants the chance to push "rewind".

Care to elaborate?
Let's just say I would've liked to be braver.

What do you mean?
I should've stood up to my father...

Did he abuse your trust?
He did more than just that...

Rob you of your freedom?
Let's see... His belt, cigarettes and also boiling water out of a vat.

Do you wish him ill?
I wished him dead.

"Wished"? his bed.

Why "wished"?
Because I wanted that then...

For how long?
Since I was ten.

What about now?
Maniacal smile) I am now... At peace.

"At peace"?
I have found release.

You have?
Yes... I couldn't resist the urge.

Urge to do what?
To comply with the voice... "
Freedom...lies in the purge..."

You left your father?
Yes but not before...

Go on...*
Not before I slit his throat with a smile on my face as I shut the door...
Inspired a programme I watched on the crime channel.
duane hall Nov 2018
I once had a lover, we'll call her Louise
Very attractive but  so hard to please
She was a red haired beauty with emerald eyes
I fell head over heels I cannot deny
She told me she loved me but that was a crock
When a  new beau came a strutting she took the walk
She told me our love would last  forever
She told me a lie, she thought she was clever
My heart was in pieces, all tattered and torn
At that point I wished I'd never been born
Years  passed by when out of the blue
She called , for what reason I hadn't a clue
My heart had healed but still had a scar
She thought she could play me - like a guitar
We arranged for a place that we both could meet
The next time I saw her my heart skipped a beat
By this time she had gone through so many men
She wanted to start all over again
The candle still flickered, my heart screamed out yes
She was quite a temptation to that I  confess
But my head intervened, I wasn't taking this pill
Too many times I'd been through this drill
Although I desperately  wanted to comply
The game was over, it was her turn to cry.
Beyond Dreams comply
A World of Unendable Happiness
And Shattered Passion
Of Hate,
And Death,
A Place that simmers the Just,
The Good,
The Commendable.
Beings who live there
Are Free,
From Evil's Wrap.
A Joy Undivided
And United
Beyond one Spirit,
One Hope,
One God.
Good will Triumph
Over every Force...
And shall Reign this Earth with Beauty
And Eternal Life for all.
That Place,
Beyond the Stars,
The Skies,
Outbounded by Terra's Basket
Every Mortal,
The Big,
The Small,
Shall come
And Enter
With Pure Souls
Worthy of Love.
And that Somewhere
Will come to us in Time's Time
With the Holy Father
On the Right
And the Just and Judged
Facing sight-to-sight.
Of what to Think, and Thought be Thought-of-Thoughts
Equalling those Clouds no-one tried to reach
And with just a Model-of-the-Board besought
Belated Nations took you to beseech
Parsley that in Sick Reference apply
To One dug-out from Humble Electric
Honour is his beyond the Scythe comply
And carry his Image on so frantic
That is my Code acquired late at War
Knowing the Outcome of this Useless Battle
As that Spartan King drew his Sword at fore
Charged his Army; And the Persian, wrangle.
It's News to me, if I can Speak the Truth
If only I Avoid what seems Un-Couth.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
karin naude May 2013
what should be rejoice filled days
have become my most controversial and agony filled
to i comply with the charade,
do i withdrew from judgemental eyes,
since becoming an adult this decision has brought me more discomfort than poverty
i tried and could not find one compliment to give my dad
his parenting is overshadowed by mum's on every level
mean while the unseen battle continues for my soul
Jesus vs logic
love and forgiveness vs fruits from past actions

in my mind i will always be 25
that year my life rocked to a shattered stop
the anniversary of my arrival is no longer celebrated
my loss, agreed

what to do? oh what to do?
usually i put my head in the sand and pray the day to end
while wearing one of my best masks
that is the cowards way, i should behave like an adult, right
Stacy Mills Mar 2016
I cannot give I'm broke
I do not have that's no joke
What you ask I cannot abode
Still payin on what is owed
I'm sorry I cannot comply
And do not wish for a harsh goodbye
But I cannot do what is asked of me
For I have nothing you see
So no matter how it is you put it
I have no money not even a little bit.
I'm unsure as of how to name this. Any ideas?
s Oct 2017
he’s addicted to the high
from egotistical joy rides. he revels
in self pride, arrogance apparent in
his stride. but his confident exterior
is built from narcissistic lies. he can’t handle
hearing “no”- rejection leaves him mortified.    

this is not the first time
he's come to me ****-eyed.      
he asks for my consent, politely i deny.
he refuses to listen, preparing to defy.
my fear becomes palpable-
his desire

“no, no, no!” yet his hands
are on my thighs. “we have to tonight.”
his words cut like a knife.
i don’t understand why
i’m forced to comply. (this is my body,
don’t i get to decide?)

my bones calcify, my heart’s
a ship that’s capsized
i’ve been dehumanized and
yet i'm forced to act alive.

i look in the mirror
and let out a long sigh-
is it his soul or mine
that’s been demonized?
Shruthi Jun 2018
I should have been an extrovert
Who can talk or speak to all
With poise, with grace and confidence
And knows just how to stand tall.

I should have been an extrovert
So my friends won't implore
"Come on, mingle! Don't run away!"
Staring aghast at my door.

I should have been an extrovert
Who doesn't hide in her room
With her books, music or poems
A caricature of gloom.

I wish I were an extrovert
So I could willingly comply
I'd never ask "Why am I this way?"
I won't ever have to lie.
Phil Riles Feb 2016
My spirit wants to do right, but the flesh is unwilling to comply. That's why it must die. Daily. Crucified. All the affections and lusts, crushed with the weight of his Spirit hear to comfort mine own until this mind disownes every thought that exalts itself against the one on the Throne. Adonai, El Shaddai, Elohim, thou most High, Prince of peace, never cease, to amaze, the Blood connected to the earth and awoke men out of graves/I refuse to be sinfully enslaved, hiding in dens and cavs like the ones his goodness tried to save...I understand you Paul, you did what you didn't want to and didn't do what you should have did, yet the Master forgives. I wanna live burden free, no hurt in me, I don't want to subconsciously hold on to the flair of dramatics, rejecting a life lived peacefully while repetitious requests prayed vainfully asking God to take the pain away yet rejecting his orders so the pain can stay. In a twisted way, some people depend on there own misery, no matter how much they complain about it. Because its either what they know best or all they know, and familiarity can be a mental, emotional and spiritual ******* that most...can't let go...well Lord im willing. I'm willing to let go of the past that you already have a long time ago. I'm willing to see myself through your eyes. I'm willing to allow you to turn this anger into joy, this easy irritability into long suffering, this pride into honor, false humility into the one we clothe willing to allow all the pain the sting of rejection gave me over the years, to place shamelessly in your healing hands, im willing to give you the violin, that I've used to play the songs for every pity party thrown within, Upon personal request, while partly oblivious, to the world around me is dying in sin. Lord, continue to help me locate the man I was always suppose to be. Reveal him to me. Describe him to me. Develop me into him. He's been waiting for my embrace for too long. And I'm put away Childish things..
Crinoline filaments
Rolling over and over
Mid-flight the ochre velvet ribbons sailed to the left
Instead of to the right
Two feet retreating
But with one shoe on

Memory returns
For a few seconds of
the calamity
At that private house in Paris
She’d tumbled down the central staircase
Sailing with legs overhead
until she stopped miraculously with her ***
at the shining leather toes of the footman.
He kept his head up.
She wore a beautiful dress.
Her hair was quite precise and she hoped that that would be a sufficient enough apology towards an empty silence.

But this isn’t that.
I shoved her.
And she went willingly. They all do.
We’re roughly a group of fifty-three.

Gathering in the last few years
Whispering over drinks
of tumors
And vascular difficulties
Of pills and appointments and forgetfulness
They never mentioned that
In those climate controlled rooms with
Blackboards covered in Latin and Trigonometry
Of the body’s failure.
Now there’s no longer any mention made of the kids
or whether or not that husband was worth the bother

Did we notice atop
The balance beam not a peep was mentioned
About the moment when you can no longer walk or stand?
That the brain asks please but the body will not comply?
How cool the marbled floor feels against your cheek while you lay for hours in your own feces?
One can rest comfortably knowing at long last that that wallpaper was the right choice.
Kept one really engaged while waiting and waiting for someone.
And that is just the beginning, right?

Perhaps some assumed that the end would come with a daily circle reviewing the contents of their chamber ***
Grimacing and worn
While they recline in white nightclothes
Something akin to what they saw on the BBC

Perhaps a startled disquiet at the rebuke of their intent and gamely stares from a premiere specialist in Switzerland
an expert in alternative therapies
for what someone dared call
Anyway, this is quicker.

So we’ve come together
As sisters
And when the time is right I get the call
We go onto the roof
There’s an elevator now because
Otherwise that wouldn’t work
And one by one
In small batches
They are dispatched
It doesn’t take as long as you would think
We are confident and have agency
We were taught that we could do anything
And they are right.

The ones with a lot of metal can be a bit tricky
They have balance issues
But are always chic and always polite
There was a time when we were forced to be together when we clearly did not want to.
We never thought as one.
Some families are better than others.
But everything is different now

One day it will be my turn and
I wonder who will deliver me?
And what shall I wear?
Will I try to see where I’m going or will I rest comfortably in my finale.

I adore the way the wind catches the cloth.
How the crystalline beads are removed around the neck and handed over
so as not to add to any distraction
Or delay
The pinky coral mouthed “Thank you” and
And the sweet eyes that once were bright and shining say their
Big Virge Dec 2018
I miss the ... " Simple Things " ... !!!  
Like my ex-girlfriends' kiss ...  
The touch of her ... " Lips " ...  
and her ... " Shapely **** " ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

But .....  
I DON'T Miss ... THIS ... !!!!!  
Emotional Tricks ...  
just to give me a ... KICK ... !!!  
Well .....  
She's Now ... " Kicked The Habit " ...  
of ... " Licking My **** " ... !!!  
She's had enough of ... MY WAYS ...  
and things that ... I say ...  
But .....  
" Check " ... this insight ...  
I could say what I liked ...  
if I licked her **** ... RIGHT ... !!!!!  
Okay ... THAT'S ENOUGH ... !!!!!!!!  
of that ... ****** type stuff ...  
I Also ... Miss Things ...  
WITHOUT ... such a ... " Sting " ...  
Like being ... " Just Three " ...  
Running Wild ... like a tree ...  
or ... watching the fights ...  
of ... " Muhammad Ali " ... !!!  
cos' ...  
He had ... " A Sting " ...  
that ... "Fit In" ... poetry ...  
"Float like a butterfly,  
sting like a bee !"  
Doesn't sound quite as good ...  
from a brother .... like me .... !!!!!  
I'm repeating ... " His Words " ...  
cos' his words ... Inject Me ...  
with poetry built from ...  
..... " Philosophy " .....  
My Philosophy's ... THIS ...  
" Something " ... that you miss ...  
Reflects what you ... LIKE ...  
That's Why You ... MISS IT ... !!!  
I Don't Miss ... The ******* ... !!!!  
Who ... Try to Enlist ...  
The use of ... " Their **** " ...  
to take ... Advantage ... !!!! ...  
I MISS ... " MY MUM " ... !!!  
cos'  She was ... THE ONE ...  
Who REALLY ... took time ...  
To Give Love to ... Her Son ... !!!!  
While daddy just ... RUN ... !!!  
When Mummy Took Sick ...  
cos' ... He couldn't handle ...  
That ... " Situation " ....  
But .....  
Even through that ...  
I do still ... Miss My Dad ...  
when I think of the times ...  
  He'd laugh with ... " His Lad " ...  
But When I think back ...  
and look at us ... NOW ...  
The place we're now at ...  
brings back the ... Harsh Fact ... !!!!!  
that right now ... I don't even ...  
..... Speak to My Dad ..... !!!!!  
I Miss ... " The Old Days " ...  
when I was ... a kid ...  
When fighting was something ...  
Kids did with ... Their FIST ...  
It's NOT ... !!!!!  
" Fighting " ... I miss ... !!!  
But the ...  
" Ideal " ... of this ...  
Kids ...  
SHOULDN'T ... Now die ...  
on streets ... cos' of Fights ... !!!!!  
But ...  
That's what I see ...  
in the eyes of ... Young Guys ...  
They're ... " Ready to **** " ...  
and .... " Ready to Die " ....  
Just for .... A Piece ....  
of ... " POISON-FILLED PIE " ... !!?!!  
Listen Up ... CLOSE ...  
  Can you hear the ... WAR CRY ... ?!?  
If you hear what i'm saying ... ?  
ANSWER ME ... THIS ... !?! ...  
Which government man ... ?  
sends his children to fight ... ?!?  
Whatever your answer ...  
They've got ... " Their Supply " ...  
of .... DESPERATE YOUTH .... !!!!!!!  
COMPELLED ... to comply ... !!!  
I Miss ... The days ...  
with ... No Cameras in view ...  
When ...  
" Big Brother " ... Couldn't just ...  
.... " TELEVISE YOU " ... !!!  
When ...  Evidence gathered ...  
Had ... " Physical Proof " ... !!!  
and Could Not be ... " Constructed " ...  
by ... " I.T. " ... Type Tools ...  
cos' Everything viewed ...  
Through ... " Technological Tools " ...  
could be .... " Falsified " .... ?!? ....  
and ...
May Not be ... TRUE ... ?!?  
Just think about ......  
TV Outtakes ... You Laugh Through ... !!!  
21 TAKES ..... !!!  
to convey ... A mere line ... !!?!!  
But ... when the show's aired ...  
Seems like the ... First Time ... !!!!!  
  The director said ...  
"Cut, we're done now, that's fine !"  
THIS ... it would seem ... ?  
is ... " Our Future " ... DEFINED ...  
Mistakes are part of ...  
.... ALL OF US .... !!!  
Look THROUGH ...  
New ... " Fake Designs " ...  
NEVER FORGET ... !!!!!  
Your Own ... " Pastimes " ...  
You Don't Know What You'll ... Find ... ?  
in the .... " Annals of Your Mind " ....  
We Keep ... " Looking Forward " ...  
but rarely ..... " Look Back " .....  
I Try to ... " Look Back " ...  
cos' it ... Keeps me ... ON TRACK ... !!!  
and .....  
Keeps me ... " Equipped " ...  
to deal with ... " My Issues " ...  
Through ... " Poetic Scripts " ...  
So PLEASE ...  
Don't ......................... dismiss ...  
Sometimes .... " Reminisce " ....  
and remind yourself ... DAILY ...  
of ......  
" Things That You Miss " .................
Looking back makes you reminisce on these things, from time to time.........
Leydis Jan 2018

I like the concept of being stripped,
****, I have been stripped of so much stuff!

I remember the first time someone tried stripping my dignity away.
When they tried stomping my dreams in my ribs,
trying to strip down my power, because, I was a girl.
The time, I superseded all expectations because
they thought I was dumb.
But through it all, I knew, what I was made of,
and stripped them of the desire of seeing me washed away.

I have stripped my soul until it touched the concrete,
Seeing my face plastered bare and in awe,
Laying there, wondering when the stripping would end!
Feeling debased by my own kind,
They try to filter me and I tried to comply,
But, my justice wanted a voice,
And my spirit-like a Phoenix rose
The shame kicked in and the shackles tightened a bit more,
The disappointment started a little chatter,
it got louder and louder,
I found myself fighting them and fighting me,
....but I didn’t give in,

The stripping continues, oh would it ever end?!!
I’ve gotten rid of anything that would get in my way,
Peeling away all the layers of garbage imposed on me;
That refrain my liberty,
that gets me father from my dream,
Realizing that in being stripped...
I rescued the little girl that almost died inside of me!

Marla Aug 18
We the oppressed have our tyrants where we want them.
We **** steer for their filet mignon,
We **** Earth for their McMansions,
We deplete our every resource
to replete their satisfaction.
Why should we comply?
If they need us to make them,
we can make better without them.
Stop catering to those who take
the very breath of your existence,
tear them down instead.
We are all phoenixes waiting
to be lit ablaze, rulers in the making
bound for now by cracking chains.
PiLomus Sep 2018
You should do this,
You should do that,
Why these diktats I do not understand.
Are we living our life to comply?
Are not we here to supply.
Why we are to be part of some creed,
When in reality we all are from the same seed.
We are stuck in a whirlpool of sanctions,
And I do not know how to come out of this expansion.

Expectations are defining our life more than existence do,
And the biggest question humanity is asking
what should I do?
We are blaming history for our misconceptions,
Naming presumptions as The inceptions.
How we are going to move ahead,
When we are becoming a body with just a head,
Shedding our humanity for a mere piece of bread.

We are the creation and creators of our world,
All of us is an existence a real thing,
Our creativity is our ability to think.
Then why should we be like someone,
When we could be anyone.
I want to holler out at the world with this answer
Yes, we can
Because we are not endowed with a taste
We have a whole Selection.
Expectations as a hope are a bliss but as a requirement a living hell.
Shobhit Apr 2018
Surrender if you can't do
render if you want to
there is no place
for a defeatist, a flaccid mace.

Cry if you feel so
try if you can take the blow
no one remembers the grey
the ashes are forgotten in the tray...

Lie if you feel insecure
die in the quest to procure
the wind gratifies the soul
who walks against it with a hunger for galore

Defy if you can't take the heat
Comply if you expected the beat
don't sulk and forfeit the game
stand steady and take all the blame

Unite if you dare to share
Divide if you can't be fair
The trophies just shine for a while
Later, they gather dust in the exile

Believe if it invades your sleep
Relieve if it's beyond your keep
Don't make promises, you cannot tend
Don't demean the hopes, you cannot transcend

Walk the road for the sake of the journey
Talk if your words quench their yearnings
There is no pride in yelling the sermons to the mass
the words will finally bounce back and hit you at last....
I’m mortified
Near catatonic
Just a little shy
I’m qualified
And just a little sly
I’m Justified
For telling lies
It’s just a state of mind
I’m Horrified
I don’t know the reason why
I must’ve rubbed you the wrong way
Attempting to comply  
I’m plump and ripe for picking
Please pour a glass of wine
I’m stereo typed in a group
They’ll soon be stopping by
We’ll get to know the real truth
Explicit words made to divide
I’m riddled with adoring eyes
My words stay stuck like glue
Without a reason to say to you
Or the strength to carry through
I haven’t got a song
I haven’t got a clue
I just know my right from wrong
And each other’s right to choose
I’m no sinner, nor a saint
I speak from a moral pew
It’s a dark and scary place to be
But there’s still hope and room
Don’t get it all confused
There’s a rhythm
There’s a tune
All whilst eating with a fork and spoon
who cares anyway Jun 2018
i’m not coming for your eyes
or those sinful thighs

the one thing i will always come for
the only thing when it comes to you

is the way you play my mind

the way ill comply
without wanting to
without knowing why
just 'cause it's you

it’s you.
it is.
i’m certain it's you.
or is me?

because today i can't help but feel
that you somehow managed to make me your own

make me one of your fcking needs
when you needed a f
cking jester
with you sitting on the throne.

but only when you needed me
and only then.

sometimes i catch myself wondering if it was true
if you really made me turn the one thing i love most
against me


it's me.
it is me.
isn't it?

a ******* rose
nourished by the water of your filthy thoughts
kept alive by the damp ground of your words
you are just carefully surrounding my thorns

a chess figure in the masterpiece
you call your life

but you know what's worse?
i like it now
and i call it mine.
Sunshine Dec 2018
Can't please everyone
No matter how hard you try
Can't make everyone Happy
So why would you just comply
Always make sure you're happiness
Is what you first apply
Your happiness should come first
With a endless supply
Paul Butters Mar 30
The World is ruled
By massive corporations
And nations.
By Trump, Putin and The Queen.

But I say again:
Only I have ownership of My Life.
For I am The King of My Mind
And, from my point of view,
When I die the Universe Ends.

It does not matter to me
That when I go,
Life goes on.
What use is that
If I’m not here
To see it?

Even now
What do I care
About what goes on
In Ivory Towers
And murky corridors of power?

Maybe it’s my Whisky
Or Autism
That informs me I am King.
And yes I’m being self-centred.
In my Matrix I’m “The One”.

But you’ll get no apology
From me.
Yes, I’ll be polite
And try (a bit) to comply
With rules of etiquette.
But don’t be fooled:
My self esteem keeps growing
As I shake off the shackles
Imposed by a society
That seeks to make most people
Little more than
Corporate slaves.

I may appear to be a “nice man”
But underneath that mask
Is a heart of steel.
For I am The King
Of My Life,
On Planet Paul.

Paul Butters

© PB 30\3\2019.
Encore! Back on "Planet Paul". (I have added that to the poem now).
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