"concieve" poems
What crippling weight is this?
You bear upon my chest.
You, a rusted anchor beneath my breast.
Too many years at sea,
I think,
the depths we've gone
failing to sink.
We set course to find pleasure
never knowing just how deeply
we'd come to treasure
a fool's dream.
Reality breaks,
a howling wind,
the treachery of consequence
& my soul grows weary.
We put our hopes into the mast
sailed far away from any past.
But old habits did not stay ashore
& a storm is raging in the North.
Now this ship is breaking down.
I feel you dragging in the deep.
I see the plank beneath my feet.
I am breathless.
I can't concieve the darkness it would be
to dive in & cut you free.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
The love that has no name.
A fiery force so strong yet forbidden.
The most honest love can be divided in to two. Those who can’t concieve, blame it on greed.
They also accuse of acting on whim and fancy.
Mrs Evans, down the road, thinks it’s for lust. Hidden on the bookshelf, locked away, descent into dust.
I'm not promoting dishonesty, I'm not defending adultery.
But we few, we true seers into our souls, confess.
For you can love more than one, what man could not?
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
I live a life that's far from normal
Normal as you all do see
My world is...well, more nocturnal
Look real hard and you'll find me
Living life like I do's different
It's not a life I recommend
It works for me, but I'm not normal
My life is somewhat at loose ends
I'm off the grid, I'm a non-person
I'm a statistic and nothing more
I'm just a shadow in the shadows
I'm looking for my next big score
You pass me as you walk the city
You think you see me, but you're wrong
You see just what I want to show you
Just look again, and I'll be gone
Under bridges, in old buildings
In the subways far below
I'm living life as I concieve it
Into the light, I rarely go
I'm off the grid, I'm a non-person
I'm a statistic and nothing more
I'm just a shadow in the shadows
I'm looking for my next big score
I see you coming from a distance
I'm gone again, before you're here
I've hiding places you won't discover
I'm on my way when you are near
I live a life beyond the reaches
Of those who want to know my name
I live my life the way I want to
To me it's only just a game
I'm off the grid, I'm a non-person
I'm a statistic and nothing more
I'm just a shadow in the shadows
I'm looking for my next big score
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
When do we start feeling hope?
As is with most complex emotions,
babies do not feel hope‘s notions.
As children, we feel our need to construct the foundations of love and fear.
The fail and the fall more painful each year.
Once we have a simply grasp on either or both of those,
we then begin to form basic concepts of hope, I suppose.
As a child , when I hoped something would come to pass,
I left my heart open to trespass.
What is possible?
What can be achieved?
Hope forms ideas about what our future life will look like and what we believe.
Who will love us?
What fears we will have to overcome or even concieve?
This hope is not constructed in a time frame, day, month or year.
Hope is a whole concept of our future before it appears,
before the way it will become a reality is clear.
This formed hope, despite is origin, can subconsciously influence every major decision we make.
Where we live, the jobs we chose, the reasons we work and live, who we date.
When in our lives does our hope change from things for ourselves vs. things for the greater good.
Why is the difference important and are we responsible once it’s understood?
If you have never been suppressed, stripped of freedom, knock on wood.
What if we ignore our human need to be motivated by hope?
What if we never established the construct of hope or struggled to keep it afloat? Hope’s value is tied to physical and emotional pain, hurt and sufferings.
Complex constructs about Hope for the greater good born from the worst things.
The greatest accomplishments after starting with nothing.
What does this mean?
Societies suffering under the rule of a ruthless dictator that don’t but could,
will have the highest number of people hoping for the greater good.
Freedoms forsaken, worth taken, wills shaken, Conclusion…Revolution
by R. Craig David-Copyrighted 2012
Written about the riots in Turkey
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
She calls on you
like the blisfull
mermaid
the is reconing doenst bother
who is where
she is but the start of an unformal affair
the wife of many and the truth
uncompared
she is but a mermaid
staring in the distance the long lost love
awakens a shinning bright spark
of another prey
she is the worst of all predators
you do not know my dear
what is the wrongess and the darkness of the matter
the vengeful is still at large
the bliss is atlast come to the poise of unconditional salvage
the attorney of the sage is but his past
the wise tell you to take retreat
in the shell of death
the sage tells you to step ahead
for the moses of times
is just blind by the rage of the matter
is a customary shatter
the bliss is real my friend you see
you are not involved in the pscychopath drama
they have crafted your nerves so well you become the cup the drama the morphine to your pains is but another tragedy a bigger one to ease the pains of the past lives
you are the serendipitous archive of the documented torture a mind can concieve or relive in the lonliness
the shutter of the blind called eyes may not blink but the urge to put inside a prickly object to bleed your self out
at least somthing should come out not a word not a sound but more and more profund silence a more psychlogical war fare
a more deadly hit
a more angered adversary
the more precise path
is that of forgiveness
your choices lead you here
you can choose a new destination
your sights must not fail
you are but an unanswered prayer
you are but an unanswered prayer...
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Merry dear Dad his Inner Kevlar endure
And allow my Years to promote his Prove
For Right-Side's Heal let his Honour be Pure
And mirror the Big Hand in Sky's Glory
For if it be this Son, sullen by Age
Of Desert Years twice-score he should Wander
Would share his Bread; To patient Sky quench Rage
And emulate our Saviour's Mercy ponder
Yet you. Still you. Be my Foundation's Best
Apart from Powers I could Un-Concieve
That Feigned but Guiding Hand; With all Lime's Zest
Harness it ever from Sugars too Sweet.
And yes, dear Dad; The Five-Pronged Bot did die
Yet withered their Ghosts to greet your Day by.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Measure of None. Such Brisk Term persists
With such French Smile point heavily Define
For better Candidates this Room consists
Rebuke my Head his Sentiments consign
Though Red in Growth would my Adventures be
To catch one day his Heart-Fulfilling Flame
Burn Palms in Silver Trays he would concieve
Then Rebuke once more was ever the same
Or else if Dare to draft another Muse
One on Levelled Papers my Songs endorse
Would Models beware for Standards I choose
Then pay the Pauper by Mercy enforce.
To Open the Eyes such Cool Variants ply
Then Accept their Heavenly Patterns sigh.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'm not even the ahadow of the reflection
I'll never know what I could have been.
What you stole from me....
Who I was meant to be.
The rage that you could not contain....
should have been enough to put you in chains.
You weren't even man enough to give your real name.
A coward who fled.. and for years it was I who was punished instead,
For the burden of my life when I should have been dead.
I wasn't born this way, like you always said.
All this time, deep in my heart I knew...
that I didn't deserve the things you would do.
But no matter how cruel...I truely loved you.
It's funny how we hide
deep inside
these things that are true.
And even though
I know
It's your big thing to deceive...I couldn't conceive....
I didn't want to believe... That the same who was supposed to love and protect....whose features I reflect....that my own blood...
could hate and reject.
And how could everyone who knew
You'd continue to do
what you do.
Could they not concieve....didn't want to believe....Just what did youy all achieve???
How insane,
the place from which I came.These people with my name...
Have you no shame?
You probably thought,
you would never get caught.
But despite your doubt,
I found out.And now I know what your all about.
Truth is so pure.
When we know for sure-
and now that I know,
its time for you to go.Give me peace!
Just leave me alone.
There's no way to atone...There's no relief
In my grief...You stole my life
You Effin Theif.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
And it is love's great triumph
That in our bones we feel whole
The illusion leaves us warm
And the impression that spring and summer will never fade
In these eternal seasons the blind wonder content in the world
Silently fearing the inevitable
But in this cycle we exsist
With emotions both hungry and primal
We crave the lie that we concieve in selfish childhood
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
This thing they call life is seemlessy worthless, hiding from the world and it's making me nervous. I'm running so fast I'm forgetting my purpose, discourage from the fact that I'm living in secrets. Pain deep in my heart is when I try and conceal it, anxiety building oh god I can feel it. Tip of my tongue I try and concieve it, deceiving this life I'm finding no meaning. I'm eating but satisfied I'm not feeling,I'm hungry but reasoning with the fact that I'm greedy, probably the best but not getting noticed is leaving me stressed. but still I want rest untill the day I'm seen as the next no I'm not blessed, had some rough stuff happen that I try to forget, only 19 and I work for everything I get. Yet I'm not asking for sympathy, don't need to pitty me. I love my enemies might sound backwards but there basically friends to me i love that they envy me, it makes me try harder to make it. I know what's at stake and I don't care what ya say man. No need for a break man, I keep it discreet. There is no feat I can't leap. Won't stop untill the day I'm deceased, and my soul is released. God uses gravity to keep me beneath. So the day of my death it's the devil I'll meet. There's a reason I'm breathing it's cause I'm leaving a mark on this earth. Ever since my birth my worth has rising, blinding me from the disguise of the once feeble minded that I left behind. The new design of my mind is complex. You can see it in the context of the text, that I manifest. Just the day in the mind of a kid that was nameless.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Maybe i am the tainted dust that settles beneath
that infinite evening sky, and
Perhaps i am the winter ground that lay hard
Between the living and the dead
Could i be the orange sands that stretch
outwards into a vast sea of fire
Is it possible these arms, hands and legs
are all fabrics of immagination
If i, Myself am this mighty tree reaching outside
itself, high above those lofty branches
Am i then in need?
I can not live forever, and i am surely
no God or prophet
The barelys gold fingertips brush inder mine
I am transformed, Transfigured, movement
occurs in realms i am not to concieve
Simple nature leads me from my flesh, it
Carries me adrift in its vaporous arms
I am unobserved above my form
If nature were to set its motions suddenly against me
dropping me back into a skin prison
if i were to offend with empty phrases
and a crazed loose sword lunging forth between teeth
Would she ever take me back under her intangible wing?
Time beyond us and time before us
As though we were ghosts, beginning at an end
And ending at a beginning, we posses elusive forms
Where within oneself life i hidden, waiting
To burst forth into some bright and glorious day
It is of too little significance to a world
A world such as this, that i should die
And soon become less, and soon become more
Dream more? what substance lay between bone walls?
Live less? Being, Thinking and doing is all you really have
Chose life, life for a penny, for a song, life outside hands
Just out of reach
Simply musing
time spent, time worth losing
These are lifes finalized ending distractions
Uncountable introspective golden reflections
And so if my soul be carted away tonight
I end with love, with life and joy
So much as to being with an end.
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
I had to call and concieve inter
Or I had to receive and be a intern
To concern about my contacts
Let me call and join the concerts
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
**ROLL OUT
Of bed each morning and attempt to embrace whatever the world may throw your way.
Try honoring our nations diversity ,because like it or not, its here to stay.
ROLL OUT
The old and bring in a new line of thinking towards the betterment of human kind.
Rid ourselves of our inhibitions to concieve another's dreams , release the shackles inclined to bind.
ROLL OUT
Of the way if you are set on your ways, because for growth change is a must.
Not here to judge, I have my own demons, but instead of casting stones you can simply just....
ROLL OUT**
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....
Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?
Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!
Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!
Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......
indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?
cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!
tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!
Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
If I could find the Proverbs
arranging them accordingly
Inside these lucid creases
I would die happy, just to
concieve metrical composition
... for all time
I'd scribble heartbreaks and
rescue missions of my soul
to clarify empathy of baptism
that my love is more than love
If I had a key with a heart
bleeding at the crown
I would unlock the poison
So much I allowed myself
in suffering
I am languishing
rib cages, shutting in
all my reasoning to breathe...
where to be found another day
I'd scribe in scrolls
of my 15 yrs of sorrows
hoping your eyes can see
I am just as damaged as
a vehicle wreck
Yet a mother of 1
who was lost
on a sad occasion
3 yrs ago when I first
decided to bare my deepest
and thickest out pour
of my poetry,
I wrote about you
Mathias Ti'avasu'e
..I became the whipping
motherless girl beneath Zues..
Conveyed the impression
at first glance
Writing my storms delicately
as when mommy first held you
helped me describe my
inner workings
so that you might understand
… exactly the mother I
could have been
I love you in all of your grace, your
purity, and your precious life.
And when that time comes that
I may write of you
I could find the words I need
to create heavenly for you
and to conquer
... and if this makes perfect poetry,
then why does it still hurt so bad?
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
i know the culprit ive made the mistakes
but i wouldnt have it any other way
i know its late
move on
I know the solution
I know who to blame
But if you wont have me or even look my way
i know its late move on
maybe i can wish you away
Maybe i can accept defeat
maybe i can wish you away
But that just wouldn't be me
Apparently nothing
the lies, i admit were made for this specifically
this is what I wanted it to be
Force your hand and made me see
Destiny in your mind at least
you were so easy to deceive
apparently nothing
I am the culprit iv'e made the mistakes
But i wouldn't plan it any other way
Everyone saw all along
but if you would let me
it wouldn't have gone this far
I know its late move on
And maybe you will see me again
But who knows how right i'll be
Maybe you will see me again
But thats something i cant concieve
And that just wouldnt be me.
Everyone knew all along
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
With the shaking and silence,
Cold swear freezes up,
Like helium in balloons,
Passing through skies when they've been let go,
An author would like that concept,
Tensions are very high in the room of pleasure,
Not a *** to **** in,
But she doesn't care about my wealth or measures,
Get it,
Basic people get a basic foot in their ***
Kissing of breast and stomachs,
Feelings like breaking glass,
I know she feels the same to say I haven't lost my touch,
But with this extra amount of affection, I would love her so much,
Twice as more as what I do when she gets back,
Rubbing my brow,
Please concieve me a child,
Her elemental style,
Generated transmission,
Love when we go for miles,
She loves my craft,
She says be gental okay child.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
With all the troubles around me
There is a pattern that surrounds me
At a point when it all weighed down
I couldnt breathe, it was a mind drown.
Then isnt life about the suffering?
Things that bring happiness also come blustering.
Fullfilments of Expectations are a fantasy
We hold too much on wants that are not thought rationally.
This world is a field of alchemy
Its in your hands to not make your pain into a tragedy
But it is in HIS hands to turn your affliction and give you purity
In ways you cannot concieve, just thank for eternity.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
lily
let me see
let reality
caste the wily
why
from and
away
the way
out this
blinded
lackness
see your beauty
and blast my
old eye free
of pre
concieve
sly habituality
redeem me
let your lack
still
let nothing
pray
let time
be the first time
let me see you
again
without another
to die
to fall
at that exact
let moment
ended
see you a first
time
when you sweetly
smiled and said hello..
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
South of Heaven is where I dwell
a place called earth, a sububerb of Hell
born a sinner even as an infant so helpless
babtism washed the sin from my soul and now I'm blessed
been told from the day I could understand that I was made in the image of God
funny thing is everyone who assured me of this fact had never seen him and I find that odd
taught to love, worship and respect the unseen diety
told that his spirit resides in everyone, including me
as I have grown to think on my own I find myself on the fence of what I believe
I cannot disprove his existance but the blind faith it takes to except it is hard to concieve
so here I am south of Heaven available for all demons and angels to see
only in death will I find what truly awaits me
until that time I will struggle with the notion
and hope if there is a God he will understand and forgive me for my lack of devotion
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 1:12 AM UTC
**I'm random, I know
But random is something that I appreciate being... and that's why I grow
As I maximise my verbal flow
Without thinking, much more powerful than speaking
This written stuff never fails to show
That I can go... to lengths
No poet has ever gone before
More for the sake of being real to myself, than for show
Different is how I go about it
Hard to concieve just how I would ever be able to flow without it
This 'random'
This thing that I do
As I put forward my thoughts to you
Always true, never overdone
I would emphasize on two true points, before I ever trip over one
Infact, I would never trip over one
Because I don't lack this... thing they call skill
Product of a combination of practice... and ill will
Crazy is what some may call it
Phase me?... No, none may foil it
My plan
Still remains greater than
The majority... words dripping with controversy and personality
On another level, who's talking equality?
I don't overthink
And still express it to the brink
My idea
With no fear
Get it clear
It's real poetry going on right here.**
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 1:55 PM UTC
You had me blinded, I couldnt see
All the lies you told to me
All the things that you would say
Always mentioning about that day
Telling one thing, doing another
Little did i know, it was a cover
You did a good job of covering your tracks
But in the end i discovered your acts
You were a good liar and you knew it
But even you didnt know, you had blew it
I heard the truth and wouldnt believe
I couldnt see it nor could i concieve
That you were fake, i was real
You said you'd be honest, we had a deal
We'd always be truthful on how we feel
If you didnt want me, you would tell me
Now its my time to just move on
I'm alot better now that your gone
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
what went wrong here?
was doing clear,
then suddenly -
my fall's ugly.
i am not sure
when i got poor.
all i recall
is joy's forestall.
smiles turning down
friends to foes frown.
and all for what?
left alone to rot?
i felt empty.
somewhat lonely.
but deep inside
the Lord will bide.
He will answer.
He's my anchor.
could not concieve
why He wouldnt leave.
He has the voice,
mindful rejoice.
got it all wrong
held out too long!
this is a stage
and brings out rage!
but deep in mind
the Lord does find.
He's all around.
from sky to ground.
patiently waits
for prayer of debates.
walks by my side
his love i denied.
he's all ways there
hears ev'ry prayer.
the Lord'll help you
He's reaching, too.
prayers'll bring answers
to real matters.
tired of it all?
His name you'll call.
open the door!
weary no more.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
It can be quick or slow
But Onion Peels got me ready to flow.
I write to read what emotion I live in my path. Who I am. whats been acomplised. It's all just perseption you know.
I a free moving soul. Dancing on a 70 degress breeze, moving through galexies. While my feet sink deeply into roots. I am all of this on my own two feet you are just as I living your peace. Love and hate swirling to mate. But can never be one. So they create friction that sparks dust fate. We are but star dust seeking its source. Forever living in cycles of form because our minds can't concieve being al(l)one.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC