"concieved" poems
He didn't grow angel wings and go to heaven. He put on an astronaut helmet and found peace in the stars. A tiny soul floating through the galaxies, just waiting for mommy to join him. His dreams were to big for this planet. Curiosity, love, adventure, and fearlessness. He was soaked in those traits as he grew in my womb. The unknown was calling and I don't blame him for answering. He was concieved by two souls who desperatly wanted more than life can offer. We created something too beautiful for human form. All I can do is hope that the night sky is full of kindness. It brings peace to know he left this earth knowing nothing of pain. An artist like his mother, I know my son is painting constelations in the sky and sprinkling stardust over my head. One day I'll have the guts to put on a helmet of my own, and he can show me the universe through his eyes, resting in my arms for eternity.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Man...
I should not even be speaking to you. You don't got that broken look, & your edges aren't sharp enough.
That exoskeleton never saw the light of day, it laid down and died before ever being concieved. Boy, you ain't no mystery. It kind of breaks my ****** heart though, yknow?
No, ydon't though.
I mean, yknow how it feels to bleed out all your aura, feeding it to, **** I don't even know, the unknown. Dark energy. The infinite divine, the great conundrum.
Givin it to god? Wherever you find him or her or whoever. Whatever.
I guess it doesn't really matter as long as you're happy.
In the dust clouds of the destruction the bedlam be loud & disgusting & lovely & you may find solace if you so choose. That ***** is hiding specifically there, you just gotta look. But it WILL be exhausting & exasperating & emotionally draining.
All the ice'll melt before it bubbles & becomes vapor & you won't believe it, all cause you can't see it but that's ******* stupid.
They say people don't like to be called stupid. Yet the sad reality is a lot of them are, or at least they just got a lot of really stupid tendencies & would rather not address those kinds of things. But see... man, I don't think anything's sacred anymore.
So simply. **** it, go with the flow, just...float.
Oh I wish.
I could take myself serious, so others might take me serious but I end up sounding crazy either way. I think we're all losing interest here. & I'm gettin real sick of tryna make sense of myself, to myself, to & of everybody else.
So if anyone needs me you know where to find me. I'll just be kickin it in the middle of "the **** like. This is my normal.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
**Behind every jest
There's a truth
Behind every truth
There's a real rapper spitting it in the booth
Behind that
There's an inspired heart
Probably edged on by experiences, lessons, frustrations and hurt
Before this
He was concieved.... then born
This also was preceeded by him being dirt
According to religion, he is God's creation
He views himself as His "greatest" creation
With the ability to school a whole nation
Blessed enough to be down to earth
Enough to know his worth
His place, his role in all of this
So he has cut down on certain things... yes, even cannabis
He didn't say "quit"... don't misinterpret
And this is my verse in
I've been referring to myself in the third person.**
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 6:44 AM UTC
A Life of Humble Humility
The creator and ruler of the entire universe so powerful and so great, wanted a relationship with his people and loved them so much that he would leave heaven to be with them. He was concieved by a very ordinary ****** girl no older than 13 or 14, was born in a stable with pigs, oxen, and donkeys where it was cold, dark, and smelled very bad. Throughout his 20's, he ate and dined and held the company of prostitutes, tax collectors, uneducated fishermen, bad men, and unclean people. He did things that few could believe and none could explain and often did not take credit for these things. He took time to pray, ask for help and to rest, but was always ready to help those in need. He lived a life of service, of love, compassion, prayer and healing. When he rode into Jerusalem at the age of 33 on a Sunday, the king and ruler of everything came in on a donkey; a pack animal and lowly beast of burden of peasants rather than a horse or camel more fitting of his royalty and status. A week later, he was falsely accused and, though found not guilty, was condemned to be flayed till he was near death and then forced to carry a heavy piece of wood through town, beaten, mocked, spit upon and publicly humiliated to be nailed by his hands and feet to die in the most painful, brutal way imaginable. He was obedient to his father's plan and will to the very end and gave everything so that he might have a relationship with his beloved children.
Lord, help us please to love as you loved, serve as you served, to live as you lived. In a society that focuses on competition, personal gain and success even at the expense of another; send your Holy Spirit to be with us as we try to live by the example you have set for us: a life of humble humility. Whatever success we have, help us remember that it is from you or you working in and through us. As we strive to serve each other and you in a way that honors you and gives you glory, fill our hearts a with joy and peace that only you can provide! AMEN.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
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Thoughts concieved by open mind
Chosen gracefully, fulfilled and kind;
Are the treasures of remembered days
When pen to quill was an eternal phase
Of two souls yearning to be touched
Regardless of ethereal bond, much
Pleasure of a written word - longed
To become of flesh and blood.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
"All This Too Shall Pass"
The good, the bad,
Twisted looking glass.
Time, it never lasts.
Flags forever at half mast
Fluttering in the breeze.
Fabric clapping half arsedly
While the trees let loose a sneeze.
The moss cares not for you and me
Live and let live, what will be will be.
The air we breath, annals of history.
Truth and make believe.
Keys with no lock or chain,
Concieved in hope.
Born in vain.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Of all the words ever concieved
The tongue of an angel can't tell
She sighs in her sleep;
Sighs in sympathy for the devil.
They wrestle and claw for the words
The right to have the name
She sighs in her sleep for the devil
The tongued angel falters this game
She won't continue the struggle
The victory she found above
Opened her sleepy eyes to me
And spoke only one syllable
Love
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Where was you when I fell , how cliche of a statement to tell,
no! Where was you ? Not here aparently,
seems like yesturday, another cliche,
**** it! I can rhyme all day.
I just need to know whats the point of money?
I GET IT, I loose it, i spend it , I abuse it.
I dont want it but I need it, Is money air?
Cos I dont wanna breathe Im stressed from the atmosphere making me share.
I rather be ghost watch time fly by , maybe write a book to tell about my times travel,
about love from afar, how its pure but scared,
Have it published then be awarded rubish, cos there no success or achievement when you see the half cup cruisin the highway and you decide to *** in it.
LIFE How its concieved , how I precieve it ? IS newspaper Id keep under table to stop wobbling.
Am I rude, yeah, and unconventional so?
Im used to the self sabotage and abuse as a noose to climb up different challenges just to call a truce.
By EMMANUEL jv Hernandez
Aka Linguist musician
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
shakin my head
what the hell did you think
im not gonna run
behind you everytime
i want you to say something
nice to me or about me
the things i do
obviously mean **** to you
takin my love for granted
im tired of bending
backwards and sideways
to keep you happy
when u having one of those days
never gettin a thank you
not an ounce of gratitude
now u wonder why
i got a funky *** attitude
its from what u put me through
i reach out to you
you barely reach back
till the days i stay
to myself and u miss it
the touch of my hand
the kiss from my lips
the sound of my voice
whispering in your ear
sorry dear heart
time to start a new chapter
one where love isnt withheld
its shared without barriers
no unit u use can measure
giving my heart the perfect pleasure
143
is all we sing
thats me and mine
the dream that never ends
the team no one can defend
my wife till the world ends
my friend since the world began
molded together
by powers we cant begin to imagine
the same opposites
living the same life
in opposite roles
till life brings us together
as kids growing up
from pain we gained strength
our love filled in the blanks
the gaps others left
then spreading over the rest
eating the virus from our chest
till all thats there
is the lock and key
placed there when we were concieved
most search a lifetime
for something most feel is fiction
i have the proof
the key to a lifetime
of happiness and love
is inside a special friend of mine
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 1:59 AM UTC
In present times the world is filled up,
Like a crazy cartoon with characters that build up,
A new hope for an inadequate concieved pup,
Be wary of the real undead whose hearts that still pump,
They live and breathe and talk in their pin ups,
Like the crimson they seek to fill up
Their stomachs of ego will still thump,
Unto the light of the unexpecting machine clump,
Running on programs of unending ****
That is, what they think, for they forgot the time that they believe is up,
They too are humans that are machine dumps.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
Tired, tired of dreaming. You see me, standing at the cliffs. I'm watching, calculating. The spray hits rock, sending it everywhere. I move too slow for this world. I am the cold ocean spray that laps the earth and corrodes it's insides. Sometimes I wish they been wrong and the earth truly was flat, and I could drop off the end of the earth, so I could spiral the distance into a deeper and darker abyss. I lift my arms, like a bird, like the black bird. But my wing is broken and it's the dead of night and I fall into the swirling entiety. My body submerged, I cannot breathe, and the cold water consumes. It fills my souls, drowning it. I feel nothing. I can't hear you now, I can't hear your words. It's too late, your lies cannot be redeemed, my lies cannot be redeemed. My anger dissolves, as if waiting, knowing I'll be pulled from the chaos. I wait for never comes. I'm cold, a face in a sea of cherub faces, a face pale and white. A floating soul out of a thousand, sweet cherub faces of peace, accepting the fate they had concieved.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
He's not what others portray
I saw his real self today
As I looked through his eyes
Beneath his disguise
I concieved a different aura
One I've never discerned
It was enchanting like dawn
Forever let on
Known as dangerous and sovereign
But this morning was foreign
Beneath his piercing words, actions
He's longing to be
Like others with glee
To be known as an equal
Even just for a twinkle
Without the presence of the crowd
Of him, I am proud
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Captivate my heart and explore my mind
enjoy all that I have to offer, everything you find
entice my body and electrify my soul
come together with me making the two of us whole
combined we will experience a world we had never known
the uphoric feelings will penetrate our bodies to the bone
I will hold you with strong but gentle hands
you will hold me tight as the universe expands
rising up above the disbelievers and thier pre-concieved notions
our passion will send a tidal wave roaring across the oceans
masters of our universe we will have things our way
no one to stop us like a comet gone astray
these are the days that we were meant to live and not just survive
be a part of it with me and we'll live it like we're alive
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 1:29 AM UTC
Devour My Memories, I Utter My Thanks
The faintest heartbeat, beating incessently within the womb of the accursed
A plague, a toxin, a parasite adorned in rozen love...
How despair will foster you as its own soon.
Despair that dusts blue skies to crimson.
Painting the earth with the despair you, so courteously, gifted...
A life she was meant to live, and a life she was almost denied.
Who was it that almost cried when she died?
Not the mother,
nor the father.
Not the god that wouldn't bother...
But the one whom those pointed and screamed
“Monster”.
Adorn thee with strength, needed to breathe
Adorn thee with love, needed to grieve
As an infant, our adoring spirits you teethed...
Our child, concieved with love...
Father adorned your body in gallant, red petals...
Sprouting purple fruit, that blossomed upon your beautiful body.
Mother, saw nothing, for the sugar in her eyes...
Nullified her to the girl that slowly died.
Your brother we had, whom we ensured held your hand...
Overcome with corruption, he mangled those porcelain bones,
It needed to be planned.
to dust they turned, hollowing them from the inside
until the walking world grew barren, and your canvas lost its color.
They covered their eyes to the “us” that they saw...
And you, who wanted to live, wished to know why their spirits died.
You asked of us, begged as a young soul, to not be blind
So HE painted your canvas with color.
Distorted blacks, containing every hue that even a treasure of a species only saw...
You saw, for one simple reason,
We loved you.
We showed you that the conceptual distortion you felt...
That solidified pain...
It, too could become a comfort. And I became your comfort,
the only comfort that you need.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Enter the vessel of 7 souls
7 Names crafted in ash
Rolling off sacred tongues
Dead languages given new life
The name of birth
Holds tightly to its catalyst
Strained in attempts to control
The ravenous hunger within
Abyss, forged in the darkness
From the whispers in my ear
The madness of childhood
Concieved in lingering shadow
Fiendish, the evolution
Insanity fueled nightmare
Manifestation of suffering
The true self of the mad king
Demise, father's reflection
Usher to the believers
Tricked by the twisted tongue
Murderer of dreams and innocence
Pantheon, the culmination of experience
Succeeding former capacaities
Far reaching to the fringes
Double-edged sword of progress
Obsidian, the lost one
Drifting into the empty spaces
The black hole of emotions
Always consuming ceaselessly
Legion, flagship of infinity
The millions within the singularity
Transcend the medium and grow
Violently, invade my madness
7 souls
At war
At peace
Slithering in my mind.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
He perched upon his steely throne,
beset by plebs and debtors,
and made his judgement, more astute
than any man of letters:
"This usurper who bears no name -
he never sees the sun,
and thus daren't start his daily toil
'til evening has begun.
'Til the twilight bell doth knell
the pastures he'll surrender,
for in this land of habitudes
he is their one defender.
A rider came, with news; he has
conferred with his committee -
the dastard has concieved a plan
to **** and raze this city.
As such," continued on the king,
"'tis well within my reckoning
that any decent gent would not
to such a man be beckoning.
And therefore," he went on, "I do
declare that he and we are foes -
so, rally, soldiers! Go ye forth!
Let him regret the path he chose."
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Im am not
Ordinary a billion
People in this blue
Planet and i was the
One who sees
The reality of being my
Individual me i am overwhelmed
When im alone
The people of this world will
Never understad me
I am out of a thousand i was put
Besides not that im the chosen
One but because i love my privacy
I dont follow the heard
I follow the star i was concieved
And raised alone not that
Im a stranded island but i know
That i should trust none
But respect all
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
Baby red...baby red...
I can feel your pain
Baby red baby red...
I see the tears & it tastes oh so sour...
Baby red....
Why must you be in such sorrow?
You walk with demons
And their claws are the pacifiers
To your unearthly cries...
Baby red...
Why must you be so rude?
You laugh and are very evil,
To the angels who are here to
Protect you....
Why must you cry and bleed tears...
Why do you walk on fire and spit on love....
Baby red baby red...
Who created you?
Who concieved and made you?
Who put their evil love into a Gerber baby?
Who put the hell's sins, into the roses of your skin?
Baby red, don't be like them...
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Dan was a vegetarian-wiseman
A three square prayers a day man.
So deep in the den Dan stuck to the plan
And ended the night as he began
With ALL his limbs no less than
Before the lion became his new best fan.
Now the king saw Dan was no mere stunt man
So he sent out an urgent all points telegram
And overturned his ill-concieved prayer ban
(Which was previously proposed by a bunch of conmen)
And he told the people of EVERY clan:
"We must ALL fear the God of fearless Dan".
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
There is an amazing form of intense insanity when people say these words "all I have ever wanted was you"
There is a stunning amount of crazy possession when people say "I belong to you and you belong to me"
There is an overwhelming blindness that comes to people when they say the words "Don't ever leave me, I need you"
There is an unconditional feeling of pure bliss when lovers look into each other's eyes and whipser the words "I love you and will forever"
All forms of possession are concieved as morbidness but love is viewed as sacred even it isn't treated like that.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
I tried so hard to forget you but I can't.
All the memories linger when my playlist comes on.
I wish I could walk away from you like all the others but I can't..
You're her Father and I still see more of you in her
She's got your Face!
The saddest Loss I face is grieving you while you on Earth.
The saddest Loss I face is the hollow feeling I have burried deep in me and theirs no evidents,just the excruciating pain I have and the traces of my shuttered Heart.
Still,I face you everyday.
She's your Daughter,I can't keep you away.
So as my tears stream down at night in memory of you.
I look at her asleep,she's a splitting image of you.
I moan the loss of my BestFriend
I miss the man you were when she was concieved
All I can do is smile and be greatful you in her life!
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Concieved perceptions
Perceive conceptions,
But where sits inception,
As child's conception's
Defined: "pregnancies inception,"
But what worth's that definition?!
Dazed by repetition, losing ambition.
Where sits inception?
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
I'm a Breathing brown connecting fruits and roots
The cross I am
the gross I am
The meristem I am I married the stem to bring forth branches of life
Through brown I received my crown
From brown I receive
From brown was I concieved
And through brown shall I succeed
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC