"confort" poems
craving intellect rain of thoughts
surroundings filled with serenity
recalling life introspectively
respective to the cores and layers of earth
positive energy and abstract propane reflection
vibrations of a hero
self-consciousness reaches selflessness
victory at the palm of his hands
grace as the structure of his body
windows of his soul as bright as the healing moon
he listens.. to the creator that never slumbers
freedom released the light worker in him
peace and blessings were a product of his faith
remincsement of the reluctant wisdom power
self-motivation inspired in his final hour
mind is as grey as the trees' shades
confort inn beginning of purity's blades
life begins. . .
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Words are only temporary comfort in this game of life
Inevitably disappointing people for centuries
So spare me of your indecisive nature
I've no need for vague interactions
no urgency to ponder the possibility of love
This soul is free of uncertainty
Free of vulnerability, obligation, pain
Time surely is the syringe of life
constantly injecting insight into my universe with grace
Creating tolerance and understanding
But never denying me of my independence
I wasn't manifested to run from my problems
Merely molded to coexist wildly wielding imperfection
leave this modest mare to her enclosed meadow
You stallion are much too wild and free to remain captive
I'll not be held responsible for taming your soul
If you wander coherently into my territory
I'll insist fate takes charge
But might I remain graciously instinctive
and resistant to faulty desires
I will not fear love, instability, my mind, or temporary comfort
Nor will I fall victim to temporary confort, my mind, instability, or love
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
Media is a constant reminder
that we are living in a scary world !
kidnappings, rapes and robbery,
violence, drugs and poverty,
and where confort and harmony
only exist as a fantasy
in a world led by agresivity.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
De l'embarquement à la traversée sur le cargo «Le Girolata»
Le plus dur, quand vous allez en Corse, n'est pas la traversée qui relève d'un enchantement, c'est le cérémonial de l'embarquement qui nécessite patience et comme ce coup de dernier collier avant d'être saisi par un univers de liberté et de vacances,
En effet, dès que vous avez franchi le seuil de votre première jeunesse, ou le confort, apanage des êtres fatigués par les coups du sort de la vie, compte bien moins que les découvertes, des amis et des femmes; heureuse période des êtres ou un sac a dos, un fauteuil de pont et surtout un ami et plus **** une amoureuse suffisent a votre ardent goût de vivre que la mer exhale et les étendues marines lavent du fatras des soucis aussi intempestifs que vains.
La traversée rompt avec la monotonie de la quotidienneté suscitant ses magies propres et vous désamarrant des chaînes de l'habitude
Il y a dans cette traversée comme une forme de croisière bien plus libre et moins convenue.
La traversée est reine de la mer alors que l'embarquement se rattache encore aux obligations des terres, a ses empiètements constants sur vos libertés.
Il faut donc franchir et laisser dernière soi, l'embarquement comme un vêtement désormais inutile pour être admis a jouir de cette autre dimension qui n'est plus terrienne mais exclusivement marine ou océanique.
C'est un autre tempo que celui de la mer ou des océans se substituant a l'ordre contraignant des terres et de leurs frontières.
Dès que vous atteignez les ponts votre esprit est en état d'éveil et de réceptivité. accru de cet appel du large qui s'ouvre sur les infinis virtualités et libertés des horizons non clos.
Paul Arrighi
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
We were inseparable
We were something else
We were the beginning of an ending
We were painful tears full of joy
We were desire that could not unfold
The only i trusted
The only i truly loved
Spend my life with you i could
Something i never wanted to let go of
Someone I'd like to have my whole life
Not based on intoxication
Not based on the venom we are fed
Not based on pleasure
Had nothing to do with ***
More than anything it was a life long friendship
Maybe you did not feel that way
Maybe you did not care
Maybe you are happier now
Maybe i was one more of the same
Maybe i was just a passtime
Maybe i gave one too many *****
Whilst you actualy did not care
Anyhow i hope the best for you
Wish you nothing but the best
I would still drink all your pains away
And do anything to make you stay
But truly i was just food for your ego
I always made you feel so great
I was always there for you
You for me? You were more involved in your own ****
I would still confort you evey day
Make a big deal of every detail
I would still be there and truly care
You'd still be my first choice
I know i was always rebound
I dont really care
Still i hope i mattered
Still i hope you cared
Still i hope you feel the same way
Still i hope we end the war
Still i hope I'll see you again
Still i hope we make amends
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
Night greets day
with gentle kisses...
slow dancing
within her star lit ballroom
they move slowly
her body close but unattainable
ribbons of light bring them together
yet never to touch...
dreams shared
as once more
she sheds her tears
to be wished upon
by earthbound lovers
that share their pain.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
De pronto uno se aleja
de las imágenes
queridas
amiga
quedás frágil en el horizonte
te he dejado pensando en muchas cosas
pero ojalá pienses un poco en mí
vos sabés
en esta excursión a la muerte
que es la vida
me siento bien acompañado
me siento casi con respuestas
cuando puedo imaginar que allá lejos
quizá creas en mi credo antes de dormirte
o te cruces conmigo en los pasillos del sueño
está demás decirte que a esta altura
no creo en predicadores ni en generales
ni en las nalgas de miss universo
ni en el arrepentimiento de los verdugos
ni en el catecismo del confort
ni en el flaco perdón de dios
a esta altura del partido
creo en los ojos y las manos del pueblo
en general
y en tus ojos y tus manos
en particular.
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Le mouvement de lacet sur la berge des chutes du fleuve,
Le gouffre à l'étambot,
La célérité de la rampe,
L'énorme passade du courant,
Mènent par les lumières inouïes
Et la nouveauté chimique
Les voyageurs entourés des trombes du val
Et du strom.
Ce sont les conquérants du monde
Cherchant la fortune chimique personnelle ;
Le sport et le confort voyagent avec eux ;
Ils emmènent l'éducation
Des races, des classes et des bêtes, sur ce vaisseau.
Repos et vertige
A la lumière diluvienne,
Aux terribles soirs d'étude.
Car de la causerie parmi les appareils, le sang, les fleurs, le feu, les bijoux,
Des comptes agités à ce bord fuyard,
- On voit, roulant comme une digue au-delà de la route hydraulique motrice,
Monstrueux, s'éclairant sans fin, - leur stock d'études ;
Eux chassés dans l'extase harmonique,
Et l'héroïsme de la découverte.
Aux accidents atmosphériques les plus surprenants,
Un couple de jeunesse s'isole sur l'arche,
- Est-ce ancienne sauvagerie qu'on pardonne ? -
Et chante et se poste.
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The heart will follow
As I am swallowed
Into a new culture
Of alone
A place of far away
Unsure if I can stay
Confort my inners
with something more
Than surgical knives
And let me impact lives
Teach me to teach
I want to hand out and reach
For my dream of
Being more than myself
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
The lights began to fade and you slip into the room. I have been waiting for you to come and confort me once again that night. You are like a warm hug on the coldest darkest nights. I feel safe alone in your tight embrace. The light began to show.
It's too bad that you have to go. I want to lay with you forever but you are called away to another place. I hope to see you again old friend.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
For an eternity i've been hand in hand with this breath taking creature.
Love? Deeply
Confort? Indefinitely
Lust? To long for
Passion? From the start
In conclusion? Ended with a shattered heart
Forsaken &&Irrecoverable;
As time passes, Exploration for affection to consume the emptyness within takes place.
I begin to catch sight of this new presence that was once casual to me.
Relishing in one's physique.
Aspiring for one's embrace.
Conceptualizing internally, craving absoluteness over indulging in surreptitious entanglement with one that will never fathom.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
What do you do when you can't sleep?
When all your mind wants to do is weep.
When your life lately is nothing but hell,
when not even a talk with a friend makes it well.
What do you do when the world turns its' back?
When you feel alone and it's outta whack.
When you can't talk to no one cause no one can hear,
The scream so loud or a whisper so clear.
The only person you have in your life is God,
but lately even his love seems a litle gone.
Close ones dieing and a friend taken away,
not wanting to go through with another dreadful day.
Can't we all just talk it out?
instead of a fight, scream, or shout.
I just want my best friend back,
because lately my whole life it out of whack.
Mimé's gone and I can't bring her home,
but my best friend's around and all alone.
I need him here like a flower needs sun,
and I won't give in until my battle is won.
For we did nothing wrong so what the hell?
why are we being put through a living hell.
This makes no sense and no stories are straight,
and all I want is my best friend for heaven's sake.
My best friend to confide and confort can be found,
when life seems over and I'm being pushed around.
I just want it all to work out and be delt,
I want to get rid of all I've felt.
This hurt and sorrow and a little betrayed,
by everyone and anyone today.
God please help me and guide my way,
please don't lead me too far astray.
The only thing I have to believe in now,
is faith that God and Mimé are watching me somehow.
That they can help me deal with this huge mess,
and maybe help me get through this test.
This rough patch in my life,
that caused these tears, hate and strife.
This makes no sense and no stories are straight,
and all I want is my best friend for heaven's sake.
Like Romeo and Juliet to the extream,
forbidden to see eachother without real means..
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC
"My Godly Queen"
Hold me tight everything will be alright,
Accept me as your's indefinetly,
Baby...
Be My Valentine...
"ooooooooo"
My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...
You broken down is simple,
You're soul-fully angelic,
You're pure essence,
Oh so heartingly and Godly...
When you add to my day-
They way you share your mind-
The first, last and next word, they count the most...
My Queen My Guardian Angel,
Take this song!!!
I'll confort you and soothe every thought,
Thoughts of you running through my mind...
My Godly Queen,
I am commited,
For the rest of our dayz,
Here to stay,
This loves undeniable...
My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...
Woman you make me feel alive!!!
"Im Singing!!!"
Singing a song about how youre my greatest desire...
Loving every moment,
Sharing this feeling-
Is the best feeling of my life...
"Mariah..."
oooooo
"Mariah..."
Mariah,
Marry Me,
Be My Valentine,
Be My Wife...
"OOO"
My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...
My Godly Queen,
I am committed,
For the rest of our days,
Here to stay,
This loves undeniable...
Forever always by your side,
In my thoughts an prayers,
I love you Mariah Carey...
"OOOOooooWHOAAauuhhhh!!!"
"For the rest of our days"
My Queen My Guardian Angel,
Take this song,
I'll confort you and soothe every thought!!!
My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...
"My Godly Queen..."
"ooooo"
My Queen My Guardian Angel,
"ooooo"
"My Godly Queen!!!"
I Love You
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
I Am The Key I Am The Lock,
A Crow A Raven And The Flock
I'm The Feet Inside These Shoes,
I Watch The Bottom From The Top,
I Twitch And Then I Stop,
But SomeTimes I Can't
UnderStand I Twitch A Lot,
Voodoo & Rocks,
I Rock With Long Talks,
Get Lost In Deep Thought,
I Don't Learn,
I Am The Burn That Heats His Self,
The Fire Before Reaching Anybody Else,
I Am The Teachings On The Shelf,
SomeTimes Lonliness Missises Skin,
Not Just Anybody Helps,
I Melt Into The Atmosphere,
Atmosphere At Home By My Self ,
Wicked With Descriptive Words,
One Day This Wizzards Will Sell His
Hell And Blizzard Verbs,
I Confort The Hurt,
Smooth irtOut Blurs,
Clariten Clear Like Mirror,
I'm Great
Make The Tabels Turn,
If I Record A Tape,
I'll Shake And Make The Labels Burn,
First Place In A Never Ending Race,
I Face The Fact That Theres Never A Safer Turn,
No Matter The Speed,
The Strength Of My Chi,
No Dimensional Being,
Can Channel Nor Shatter This Matter In Me,
Dark Poetry,
****** Sheets,
SuperNatural All I Be
Paranormal All I See
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
After a day and a half
party like i should not have
**** my loungs with the smoke
Get some ice cream at 4
a.m i know
I should get some sleep or no
Find myself Womenless
No one to feed my soul
Question the life
Question the chance
Did not take it this time
Brown skin blue eyes
Short hair no bra
Lost the key to my home
Too drunk to recall
De javu of adiction it's on my way i know
Should leave the vice behind
The venom i love
All quiet today
all is gone
Alone i do stay
No one to give confort
At the end it all ends
No one really cares
And once again i find myself
All alone
Womenless
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Sometimes i wonder if you are slefish
others i am a slave of your will
Sometimes i wonder if you even tried
As i realize that all you wanted was for you
You answer my questions and you try to make me confort
BUt as you try to make me better
You keep puching me down to the gutter
Maybe im not ready to go down with you
Maybe its not you,
maybe its me who sees the things this way,
But as we keep strugling i realize
You are weak
and there is no one more important for you than you
Even though you think its him\
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Take breathe
purshhh
Than we start laugh
For some akward reason
Still, until you stuck cause
You already 'woke up'
Our eyes met
Honestly, I like that part
Just like, you touch down my heart so deep inside
I don't understand
What I have felt but
I feel how confort is it
I mean your eyes when met
Like water meet plant they touch up and blend together
That's my heart work at you
No high hope
No high and over feel
Just I really dont know how work my feeling for several days
That's all.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Inasmuch I had found confort
within a self unbeknown,
inasmuch I had found peace
within solitude of reality,
I sought objective truth above all
to cure mine ailing curiosity.
Be it I suffer more tomorrow.
Be it mine eyes see darkness
in the light of truth.
I have discovered the device of mine own undoing mayhaps.
For under further introspection,
the reality of the self has become falsified.
The belief of joy as divine?
A mere chemical addiction.
The concept of deity?
A mere pretense of faith.
The mechanics of value dissected,
exposing their arbitrary innards.
For more unwelcome as it may be,
ironic at its purest, the deeper I dig,
the more grave it comes to be.
The more literality I come to accept,
the less literate I come to be.
Washing off all purity
after affirming my sins,
my being becomes one with nature;
realizing the amoral animal within.
Within...
Albeit a minor change animate.
Albeit a subtle suggestion of expression,
or so I had thought.
Now stripped internally
of the faulty concepts:
of the subjective meaning,
of the unobtainable purpose,
of the illusionary empathy,
of the misguided sympathy--
Constructs now ****** and broken for their purpose within.
Constructs antagonized for their naughtness without.
Naught of important significance.
Culling of transcendent thought
unto an impulsive materialism.
nothing more than what is observed
shall be of any use to me.
I am enlightened.
And the price of this enlightenment?...
Only my soul.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
No woman's hand will warm my own
And I need no other voice to tell me I can
I'll find no confort in the confusion of another person's soul
I have enough problems within my own
I feel no obligation to try and break this human mold
For this is simply how I am
I just wish that I could stop expecting others
To somehow create the value in me
Which would permit me to grow old without regrets
This most definitely it's a terrible venture in which to invest
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
My mamma has cancer and I
Haven't shed a single tear
But both my heart and mind
Run to you to feel you near.
You are that safe place
The haven to my chaotic surround
The chord I follow in this maze
My whole body aches for not having you around.
What do I do?
If I know you are not right for me,
If I know you love like a virus,
If I know you don't want me,
But
Yours is the hug I've been longing
Yours are the eyes that confort me
Yours is the only romantic love I've felt
(or at least that's how I felt it)
You are the person I want to be next to in this chaotic days...
I know it is sick,
You wrote me on my birthday,
And I didn't say a thing,
Yet here I am, writing you again
Where's my pride?
Where's my dignity?
You may ask.
My pride is right here, as well as my dignity,
They are here in this transparent lines,
They are in my honesty.
I didn't answer on the 14th,
Cause I didn't know what to say,
I felt the same cycle beginning again,
And I'm in no state for our silly games.
Maybe I still love you
Maybe I just need you right now.
I don't know what do I want,
I don't know if I want you back or
if I just want to feel again what I felt when I was with you.
I don't know what to do
Nor why do I think of you
I know you don't think of me back.
When in a blue notebook I,
Presented you the chance to change
Or be better,
You ignored the latter as well as me.
So I can imagine how this must look like
Again, my crazy obsessed mind running to you.
I swear it is not.
You might ignore this like you've done before,
Feel no obligation to respond
Feel no remorse for your actions,
Just do what feels right.
I'm just troubled, and I'm tired of speaking with you on my mind for months,
I'm setting it free,
My feelings,
My words,
And maybe, just maybe,
The last strands of you.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
A instancias de mis amigos cuerdos y cautelosos
que ya no saben si diagnosticarme
prematuro candor o simple chifladura
abro el expediente de mi optimismo
y uno por uno repaso los datos
allá en el paisito quedó mi casa
con mi gente mis libros y mi aire
desde sus ventanas grandes conmovedoras
se ven otras ventanas y otras gentes
se oye cómo pasa aullando la muerte
son los mismos aullidos verdes y azules son
los que acribillaron a mis hermanos
los cementerios están lejos pero
los hemos acercado con graves excursiones
detrás de primaveras y ataúdes
y de sueños quebrados
y de miradas fijas
los calabozos están lejos pero
los hemos acercado a nuestro invierno
sobre un lecho de odios duermen sin pesadillas
muchachos y muchachas que arribaron juntos
a la tortura y a la madurez
pero hay que aclarar que otras y otros los sueñan
noche a noche en las casas oscuras y a la espera
la gente
la ****** y la silvestre
no los filatélicos de hectáreas y vaquitas
va al exilio a cavar despacio su nostalgia
y en las calles vacías y furiosas
queda apenas uno que otro mendigo
para ver como pasa el presidente
en la cola del hambre nadie habla
de fútbol ni de ovnis
hay que ahorrar argumentos y saliva
y las criaturas que iban a nacer
regresan con espanto al confort de la nada
ésta es la absurda foja de mi duro optimismo
prematuro candor o simple chifladura
lo cierto es que debajo de estas calamidades
descubro una sencilla descomunal ausencia
cuando los diez tarados mesiánicos de turno
tratan de congregar la obediente asamblea
el pueblo no hace quorum
por eso
porque falta sin aviso
a la convocatoria de los viejos blasfemos
porque toma partido por la historia
y no tiene vergüenza de sus odios
por eso aprendo y dicto mi lección de optimismo
y ocupo mi lugar en la esperanza.
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The peace and confort that surrounds you as you lay to rest
You lay there blanketed on your bed
Your heart eases at a slow pace, I sit here and wait for you to wake
Wake from your dreams which you have in the in between
Bewildered and lost in every fantasey
I listen to the sound of your breath
The air that cirrculates deep within
I stare at you hours on end
As I watch you lay to rest
I wait for you to awake, so we can meet again
Then as you wake, a smile crosses your face
A glimpse of Heavens light I start to embrace
As you pull me in for a morning kiss
A fuse of electricity rushes through our lips
My heart throbs franticly, my hand clutches your neck
Our bodies begin to intertwine within eachother
Lets get lost forever
Just like the waves in the ocean that starts and never ends
The calling of each eagle that soars through the wind
Just like the sun set that ponders over the sky
The ultimate desire where you fall forever
I fall forever in your eyes
Then night falls once more and you lay to rest
The peace and confort surrounds you again
A light kiss to your head
I sit here memorized as I watch God's creation, blessing
Bring me prosperity, more happiness
Your chest rises and falls with each breath
I remain sitting on your bed
As I watch you lay to rest, til you wake and we meet again
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Confort et far-niente ! - toute une poésie
De calme et de bien-être, à donner fantaisie
De s'en aller là-bas être Flamand ; d'avoir
La pipe culottée et la cruche à fleurs peintes,
Le vidrecome large à tenir quatre pintes,
Comme en ont les buveurs de Brawer, et le soir
Près du poêle qui siffle et qui détonne, au centre
D'un brouillard de tabac, les deux mains sur le ventre,
Suivre une idée en l'air, dormir ou digérer,
Chanter un vieux refrain, porter quelque rasade,
Au fond d'un de ces chauds intérieurs, qu'Ostade
D'un jour si doux sait éclairer !
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Si el conocimiento tradicional,
la intuición y la razón,
definen tanto lo que
uno es como lo que
puede alcanzar.
El camino hacia la propia
evolución personal,
requiere esfuerzo
tanto físico como mental.
Dejar al lado esa opción
es anclarse en el confort,
pedaleando sobre
una bicicleta estática,
donde los días se desvanecen
sin progreso ni solución.
Perdiendo por ello
la oportunidad de evolución,
en una búsqueda constante de
luz y profundidad.
Sobre una senda elegida,
libre de influencias
que entorpecen el crecimiento
personal, tanto las
originadas por los recovecos
de la propia mente,
como del exterior.
Una forma de pedalear
singular, genuina y
auténtica, sobre terreno
firme y de alta montaña.
Y una opción más
de vivir la vida,
aceptando lo que es...
Y todo aquello que no se puede cambiar.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 1:31 AM UTC