"deceases" poems
Stick around to watch the show
Lots to see and lots to know
Pick it up, give it a slide
Stick around for the ride
How were you to know?
You were love's last show
How were you to know?
You were the last to go
Sugarpuffs and dandelion leaves
As one person loves another person greaves
Rip it and tear it into a thousand pieces
Grant one's life another deceases
I've got that feeling again
The one I get when it rains
It comes and it goes again and again
Cease that life and stop your shame
It was an idea, I think it's working
Everybody's smiling but you're still smirking
How you gunna do it? Yeah how you gunna do it?
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Don't top yourself, don't you give up
All your hard work, it's just not enough
I'm not gunna stick around to help you
So you're gunna have to help yourself
Of a sugarpuff and a dandelion
Getting a love to call my own
Of a dandelion and a sufarpuff
Getting it ups just not enough
How am I gunna make you see?
You can't live your life for free
Can't you see this aint no way to be
You've been barking up the wrong tree
It was an idea, I think it's working
Everybody's smiling but you're still smirking
How you gunna do it? Yeah how you gunna do it?
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 4:22 AM UTC
My hands reached out to them,
Always pleading,
My heart cried, all for them,
Always bleeding.
But my eyes were shut,
They couldn’t see that
it was me who was hurt.
Hurt, deeper than I thought I ever could be,
But there was no one, ever for me.
People came in and went by,
And I sat there singing lullabies.
Lullabies, telling the tales of
Friendships turned into hatred,
Of loves lost to the fated.
Tears shedding, as my cry deceases,
I put myself back into pieces.
Days went by since I last saw the sun,
But the love for them was never really undone.
Today, when I sit here beside the sunrise,
I see myself in the skies.
Leaning onto the window,
I sing some lullabies,
And this time, they are of
New love found and the beautiful sunshine.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
A figment of imagination
crawling through
night
day
and evening.
Frisking through meadows
of stiff hands
and painted numbers,
this concept so lightly known as time,
has lived to contrive the clockwork
behind the functioning world.
It doesn't stand still; for it plans
escapes as swiftly as radio-waves.
Melting clocks tick away
at the hourglass of our fate.
Grain by grain...
time escapes the void we call life
and deceases us through the midst of anamnesis
and ideation.
It is all in our minds.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
Her veins have deteriorated
Narrowed and not ameliorated
With every pungent pulsating pump
Her quality of life she does expunge
To a beating that is crepuscular
And will gain no life from any stabilizer
It is bleeding desultory diaphanous crimson
Demoted by her own visceral volition
Until one day it ceases
As the walls to her capillaries deceases
Until a cardiologist by a different name
Imposes on her grotesque game
To replace these decrepit pathways
That does mellifluous passion decay
Until these capillaries are replaced
Through the bypass of an ethereal nature embraced
To heal such a slaughtered souls defeats
Until a her hearts ephemeral beats
Coalesce with the tranquil thundering
Of her shamans pulse
that dominates over her demons plundering.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Life of a Work of Art
The life of a work of art
Begins with an idea,
Just like any mother conceives the idea
Of new life inside her swelling tummy.
Conception; the piece is put together in one’s mind
Detail by detail, until it is formed enough to meet its body; a canvas.
Through rough pencil outlines,
The art is born
From the first touch of pencil to canvas.
The soul and body of the art become welded together.
But, life has begun since the moment of conception.
The piece is fragile and easily destructible;
A newborn.
It must be touched gently, as its lines grow darker and thicker
And the picture begins to change.
An infant, the general outlines are visible.
As a toddler, the artwork is growing from a skeletal sketch
To a generally-shaded drawing.
A child, the piece is maturing quickly.
Paint brush strokes define basic colors and shapes.
A pubescent teen, the art is nearly finished.
Matted, it becomes a young adult.
Signed, framed, and mounted,
The photo is an adult.
It remains on its mount ‘til the paint cracks and yellows
And deceases after a natural disaster
Extinguishes the life of a work of art.
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
Let me take the blame of not doing what I need to do,
The time that I should have said goodbye but opted not to,
The time that I just counted cars with different hue,
And the time that I didn’t choose who’s better between them and You.
Let me take the blame of being vulnerable.
For letting my feelings be seen by everyone in the hall,
For giving them the glimpse to look at my permanent hole,
And for surrendering for You at the very last goal.
Let me take the blame of all the injustices.
All the tears of families for their lost father’s kisses.
All the wives who grieves for their husband’s wrongful deceases,
And all the dreams we planned that now slowly ceases.
Let me take the blame of being prideful,
Moments that were passed to ask for forgiveness and be mindful,
Moments to set aside self-reservations and be humble,
And moments to let go dreams and believe that Your plan is more beautiful.
Let me take it even for the last time,
Feel the pain that You’ve bare and make it mine.
Because I know that You’ve been there for me till the end of line,
Watching and taking the blame so that I can be fine.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
My life is not going to last that long
This body of mine will wither quite soon
My heart though it loves forever strong
Will be a distant echo as the unheard beating that once came from my womb
My mind can be occupied still
And withstand the time impeding
Yet do not rely so proudly upon assumed will
For time to your bidding is unheeding
Patience I have and more do I gather
For you I have foreseen are worth the wait
Yet as my death approaches the less I can fathom
And so too deceases our predestined fate
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
The tyrant oppressor.
The guided wanderer.
The reluctant adviser.
The seed, the water, the bloom.
Treat your internal life like the tallest sunflower you could grow.
Ease your worries.
Transmit them into a fruition that’s constantly being treated with the most potent fertilizer.
The petals fall, the soil becomes dry, and that plant deceases.
Stray from the singular project and widen your perspective.
You possess a garden so full of life that oxygen feels the need to feed off you.
Utilize your lesson; that being you are wonderful as a whole.
Every fault, every cracked pore on your skin, every doubt.
The underlying truth.
The effective selfishness.
The beauty, of you.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
The image of you stuns me, freezes my breath
The taste of your lips draws me deeper
As I lay and feel your heart beat steadily through your chest
Your eyes are memorizing
They change as your affection lingers for depth
Pointing towards my direction, I wait paitently until my desire is fulfill
For I crave your sensation
Come a little closer so I can convey in your ear all my secrets
I'll lead you down a mystical speedway
A place to escape when you've reached your darkest hour
An embracement of happiness to cap a hold of
My finger tips push back your hair
A sense of calmness runs down your face
Cold chills spread down your spine
Your muscles start to contract
A gentle kiss to the neck
The night carries on
I long for your body, your taste
You move me, where I am hypotize
I gasp for a breath of air every time Im in your presents
My body contracts with every movement you make
Swiftly adjusting, as you take me away
Your fingertips which softly passes the base of my body
Draws deep sensation
I crave more affection from a man who steadily stole my heart
Time ticks, yet with him everything seems endless
I'm in a state of mind, where I discover a new life
My desire is hotter than fire burning to ashes
Stronger than any substances of addiction
My body shuts down in despair
Lost a sense of direction which once led me some where
Taunting me as if my arrival was near
I'm not quite ready to surrender my will
I contain some strength left within my soul still
This war craves for a revolution
A obstipate solution
Which is hidden within the wounded soliders that lie on the battlefield
Anert and numb
No sensation to wither to or from
A silent prayer whispers in the wind and blows calmly through each tree
Revealing the truth behind every lie
Still struggling to find, another one's mind
The last shot released
The last soldier that falls
A picture touches the ground of his love that he will never get another chance to be around
For he sacrificed his life, not only for his country but a wife he devoted his life to
He dies and deceases away
Years pass his love carries on
A flash back hits her thoughts of her husband holding her in his arms
She loses control of the steering wheel
Another car collides
She gracefully shuts her eyes
The image that is expose is her husband taking her hand to Heaven
A once upon of time
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
They are the sun;
irreplaceable;
only one.
They will shine for eternity:
alighting infinity.
Without their gold-
a world of grey,
mark my words
they are the sun.
And nothing brings more light than the sun
no thing nor being brighter than thus
could **** with it's touch,
Deceases the darkness
with the warm glow
that emits from its face
touching you-
body and soul,
with every trace
Naturally;
effortlessly;
completely unaware of its ability
to so wholeheartedly
sooth ones soul
By existing.
They’re the sunlights’ magic
existing as human bones
through glimmering rays of honey tones
they are the sun,
they are the sun.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
in light yellow summer air
your love lies and
in it it deceases
drowns in pink
sugar-coated dawns and dew
and the heavy sighs of evening primrose
unfolding
in blue cicada nights,
hand-painted.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
If someone ripped me
-just as you did foresee-
in tiny litte pieces
and my sense increases
You'll be there
to get me out of the affair
and find every little piece
so I won't decease
If someone ripped me in tiny litte pieces
painfully the face creases
you'll make sure my mind releases
my heart, my soul, my sense deceases
Then you'll stick me together
make my heart light as a feather
my whole self feel better
with you I won't shatter
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Each day I rise higher
But what is my tune
I feel like I'm sinking
In blues of the moon
And the sunlit tomorrow
Still dreaming of peace
But the gargoyle grey
That prevents this release
Just deceases my hopes
To a blistering frost
Of the wars of mankind
And the children we've lost
All the prices it's cost
All the ads that they sell
All the drugs that they push
As they drag me to hell
So lay siege to my kingdom
My castle of time
My throne of the future
You won't take my mind
With this fake dollar sign
Or this plastic perfection
Just phony expressions
I am the infection
To swine influenza
To pandemic greed
I'm the pile of refuse
Of liberty's breed
I'm the proud single mother
Of Taino suns
I'm the conquistadores
That shot us with guns
I'm the guy on the line
I'm the hungry kid's dog
I'm the choking wage slave
Still inhaling the smog
I'm the cold-blooded bayou
The wilderness soul
I'm the Chesapeake Bay
I'm the diamond in coal
I'm the homeless elitist
The debt degree ride
I'm illusions of choice
Like the heroes who died
To bring you this flag
Painted red with their blood
So that all of god's sheep
Would but drown in the flood
Of the unfiltered Flint
Social media trap
And the classist caste system
Increasing the gap
Of the health to the wealthy
Instead of the sick
Of the weak and the tired
Of getting last licks
So don't think I don't notice
This **** isn't fair
I'm just also exhausted
From thinking you'd care
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
I AM!
by Michael R. Burch
I am not one of ten billion—I—
sunblackened Icarus, chary fly,
staring at God with a quizzical eye.
I am not one of ten billion, I.
I am not one life has left unsquashed—
scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched,
pale glowworm agleam with a tale of panache.
I am not one life has left unsquashed.
I am not one without spots of disease,
laugh lines and tan lines and thick-callused knees
from begging and praying and girls sighing "Please!"
I am not one without spots of disease.
I am not one of ten billion—I—
scion of Daedalus, blackwinged fly
staring at God with a sedulous eye.
I am not one of ten billion, I
AM!
Keywords/Tags: I, AM, ego, individual, individuality, character, Icarus, Daedalus, Ulysses, fly, gadfly, chary, wary, quizzical, questioning, panache, sedulous, heretical
jesus hates me, this i know
by michael r. burch
jesus hates me, this I know,
for Church libel tells me so:
“little ones to him belong”
but if they use their dongs, so long!
yes, jesus hates me!
yes, jesus baits me!
yes, he berates me!
Church libel tells me so!
jesus fleeces us, i know,
for Religion scams us so:
little ones are brainwashed to
believe god saves the Chosen Few!
yes, jesus fleeces!
yes, he deceases
the bunny and the rhesus
because he’s mad at you!
jesus hates me—christ who died
so i might be crucified:
for if i use my **** or brain,
that will drive the “lord” insane!
yes, jesus hates me!
yes, jesus baits me!
yes, he berates me!
Church libel tells me so!
jesus hates me, this I know,
for Church libel tells me so:
first fools tell me “look above,”
that christ’s the lamb and god’s the dove,
but then they sentence me to Hell
for using my big brain too well!
yes, jesus hates me!
yes, jesus baits me!
yes, he berates me!
Church libel tells me so!
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
Writing down words,
Left from deception,
Finding no worth,
From lack of connection.
Finding my sight,
But losing my strength,
Feeling its bite,
Breathing its hate.
Pain is still there,
It never deceases,
Leaving me bare,
Always to feed it.
Some use their swords,
To fight their own battles.
I build my fort,
Riding life’s saddle.
My mind’s a warzone,
I’m constantly fighting,
Not trying to own,
I’ve lost my own sighting.
Pain finds its way,
Down to my bone,
It screams out my fate,
But never will show.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
The silence between us leaves me so helpless.
As I lay in a casket and reminisce of every memory,
The past, the present and the future all intertwine;
For when I close my eyes I fall back trying to stop the time.
I cry out for attention, to get this pain of my chest.
The feeling of rejection, I get lost in my head.
My heart beat deceases slowly as I start to breathe less.
My weakness takes control, put this to an end.
I try to gain redemption.
Something to bring me peace,
But I fall in this hole. I fall too deep.
The rain pours overhead; nothing to block this storm.
Day by day it remains dormant; sleepless and hidden away.
Bring abroad a new generation, a new kind of change.
Change that heals the pain, sows every wound
Change that make the blind see again.
Put a halt to this storm.
Mend all that is destroyed.
For when the storm finally passes over, only silence is left to hear.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Love that old fizzles out.
A new one sizzles on.
Extinguished dissolving to ashes.
My heart falls, a broken love, quit hoping.
Can't have it all.
Jealousy is only joking.
I'm coping.
Picking up the pieces.
When a lover's heart ceases.
People you love who matter deceases.
From unknown diseases.
Your will to live increases.
Made new with all you do.
Mutual admiration & respect.
Who pays the debt?
My marriage would have no regrets.
Or *** to want to forget.
Achieves the goals they set.
Wins no bets.
Glad of where & how they met.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
Love, a flame that burns in water,
When the ice melts, it but freezes,
The hottest day departs, but it gets hotter;
Leaving behind a husk, autumn deceases,
But Love descends from the Heavenly Sky,
To wake who died and perish all who ask, "Why?"
What is it if not love?
That is born when two hearts rhyme,
What is it if not love?
That lives between Death and Time.
Ah! And Love never says the petty “good-bye”,
‘Cause it certainly returns, when say I, "Good-bye".
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC