"decimating" poems
There's something deeply satisfying
In decimating a piece of runaway tissue
With a healthy jet of ****
I stand towering above it
As it clings stealthily to the ceramics
And
cackle
as
I
reduce
it
to
mush.
It bleeds yellow.
I feel no remorse.
Perhaps that's why
If the world were ruled by women
There'd be less war.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
I have a message
For you haters
You're the wreckage
Your words like razors
No longer shall I keel
To your decimating attitude
I have an intransigent zeal
Of undeniable magnitude
Your reign of terror
Now a speck in the past
Your puppet strings I sever
Now free I feel, at last
I dare you, I dare you
Try to cut me down
But be warned, I will strew
Your face all over the ground
No longer am i afraid.
All the hated, it's time to stand
All the haters, it's time to be repaid
No more worries, just grains of sand
The tides now change
Deny them their satisfaction
Their power has no range
Haters, this is your termination
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Past rolling hills
green valleys and beautiful woods.
Over falls wondrous
and meadows gold.
Through towns and villages
snow covered and cold.
Over oceans vast
and jungles deep
Lies,
the mountain mammoth.
Great stones
mere bones
before its sprawling feet.
Standing in awe
at its Gothic magnificence.
All creations lying under the shadow
of this monstrous heap.
They dance in reverence
they bask in the terrible embrace,
of the mountain mammoth.
This far away mountain
oh fiery fountain.
Oh ginormous mongrel
oh hideous evil.
Enveloping all life
purging all love.
Decimating madness
the end of all things.
Fear erupts from it
like water from a spring.
Darkness covers the mountain
darkness blacker then pitch.
Darkness that no light ever can touch
not even the stars
those resilient lanterns.
All hope is dashed at the walls
of the mammoth mountain.
All hope is forsaken at the foot
of the great fiery fountain.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
you are the reason and I am the cause
together existing as a single tangible flaw
staring down fate with our hearts entwined
a bitter feud of passionate irrationality showing all the signs
adorned with a conscious need to seek more with time
no time left, the clock strikes midnight
and we go, we go; we keep going on
bringing our hands closer to what we want
pushing through unto dawn with this plight
solidarity benefits the purpose of why
separating all the words between meanings aligned
defining reason alone with blank canvas minds
ready and willing to satiate this place in space and time
decimating indecision with open eyes
combined efforts sought through curiosity
the blank pages wired down with what we know
but what we want has forsaken us without a means to write it all down
carried away with doubt and fear of being burned from the bright sun
still whispering lullabies that help us both stay in the fight
this helpless inspiration is determined by the stronger voice
I wont rest until I reverberate every breath of ours by choice
solemn hours of sleepless nights breaking the lines
between life and love and a scarred heart desperate to redefine
shores lie dormant, ready to drown us under its persistence
every provocation and implication suffers from empty lies
deceiving ourselves, trying to forget the lifetime of pain
deliverance lost in the darkness, seeking to make things right
and I just want to be the one to show you the light
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
We sit on the blankets in the park; I say he smoked.
And they say:
ew! Cigarettes are disgusting, I could never
poison myself like that.
And they take another sip from their contraband Sailor Jerry's
And they light one more bowl
And I don't say anything,
But I am surrounded by walking contradictions
slurring their words and crying out compliments
And somehow I became one of them
somehow I inhaled like them
--too wary of the pipe,
I breathed the smoke from their mouths' instead
And I threw back my head and
let the alcohol worm its way into my system, decimating my pride
like the mold that covers a bruised peach.
And nothing of consequence happened.
it's all too easy to hide.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Decimating Destitution
Ravaged wreckage,
Ruins and rubble,
Depressing debris,
Ashes about,
Sky soaring shroud,
Misery maxed,
Fallen freedom,
Corroded cache,
Pillaged poverty,
Explosive extremities,
Covert corruption,
Dystopic dynasty,
Unknown utopia,
Infinity is inept,
Forsaken faith,
Rejected religion,
Cataclysmic calamity,
Decimating destitution.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
They are the ones
That rule the world for fun
They disseminate the guns
And tell us to run
So we flee
From their disease
That will not cease
Power is control that money buys
Burying us in gold and petty lies
They tell us the well has run dry
While we watch them fly
Fences of barbed wire
For us to admire
Inferno funeral pyres
Burn our desires
When they rattle
We're the cattle
That goes to battle
They talk to us with false information
And real bullets
They say it is our fault for instigation
The trigger they pull it
When their saccharine voice
Offers a laughable choice
Forsake love and compassion
To adopt their fashion
Of society crashing
They used to use lashings
Now they use time
Punishing those who aren't complicit in their crimes
They put us in prison
If we don't agree with their decisions
Decimating Bedouin life
So they can profit from strife
People ask who "they" are
The easiest answer is not me
And the problems aren't too far
For anybody to see
That there is a "they"
Not intent on doomsday
But numb to the death of strangers
Which puts us all in danger
I could point to examples like Lockheed Martin and Shell
As two companies that put us in hell
Or a country like North Korea
That has violent ideas
Or a man like Donald Trump
Who is a parasitic lump
They convince us they don't exist
So we don't resist
While they insist
We enlist
In their army
Of harming
Starring
Them
We hem
And haw
While they write laws
That point out our flaws
That are minimal compared to theirs
Yet they are the fortunate heirs
Who decide the code of conduct
Which is whatever sells their product
From plastic to bombs
Killing dolphins and moms
They feel they can't be wrong
When might
Is right
The meek take flight
But there is poison in the air
And they don't even care
They **** the Earth
And ****** its inhabitants
What are we worth
When it's to the rich we gravitate?
There is an apostle
Who's turned into a fossil
That is converted into fuel
So they can keep their pull
And use us as tools
To unearth jewels
And hoard them
Because we can't afford them
We surrender our resources to a select few
To do what they choose
Until we all lose
And can't see the light of day
Who else to blame but "they"?
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
grief struck me like a lightning bolt
the anguish thundered in my gut, tasting the
sting of it's acid decimating my throat
you were never a nice man, your habits
ate away at my bones. my skin has been desolate
of adoration, my heart barren of beating
but when you allowed the sickness to overcome
your wit, i became your carer again, i was able
to caress your skin and wash your pores of bad
i was necessary for you, you howled for me.
my palm engulfed your fingertips while
you were lowered to rot in the ground.
i wake up every morning with a kick in the teeth, blood
swelling in my temples. remembering your last words to me,
‘words mean nothing when i can feel your heart in mine'
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
Yesterday
in the cotton folds of the black eye
a startled sentience exploded with atomicity
building up in power and decimating the dust lanes beside
as we lay in the comforts of our littlest cores
and spraying its jets across the galaxies
touching the oldest star lights beyond
crimson and aqueous in all amber echoes
crushing down our systems of eternal purity
pulling together and dissipating
for millenia distances meet by vibrations
conflicts of heart and the love of joy
rearing their ugly colours in brevity
but shattering consciousness for moments––––––––
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
Every little drop must consume
Every one completely as necessary as the last
Feasting on tears and blood of the innocent
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Blacker then tar and twice as thick
It greets your open lungs with a kiss
Toxic and grey
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Until all has been consumed
Quaking to the foundations
Decimating
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
An endless torrent of wind and ice and ash -- inescapable.
Clinging to dying breath, world stops turning
Now all has been consumed
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Greed is sloppy.
It doesn’t care
about the air,
water, or land
that we share,
so it makes messes,
distresses
local populations
whilst decimating
their habitats.
Greed is lazy.
It seeks swift returns,
so it doesn’t matter
if all the bridges are burned.
If the profit is turned
then shortcuts are ok
as long as it
can find a way
to not have to pay
for its own mistakes.
Greed is entitled
and when it
doesn’t get
its way
it invades,
lies, and betrays
the values it claims.
Greed is
a ravenous beast
that eats itself
right up to its eyes,
and keeps chewing
till we all die.
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 10:32 AM UTC
She’s a desert and
you’re just another drop
of water for her to
soak up
you’ll feel fury and pain
a Hiroshima heartbeat
decimating the skyline
she carved on your back
you won’t feel anything
but he empty touch of
an ice cube
her fingertips criss-cross
your torso like a kite
Stamps her lips on
yours and sends you
Away; express mail
no return address
In to the palm of her
hand
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
a flower brain across the rain,
scents of love mixed up with rage,
love was the feeling of desires,
an eye so blind in times of anger,
whims boiling heavy rain,
my flower brain can touch, can smell,
forever wet, always in the motion of the mind,
electric juice to pour a web of luxury and vivid gaze,
scarves of woody oils, petrol and water,
steams of refreshing scents indulge the body of your reign,
gentle rose blooming in the void of the Universe,
red petals melting the coldness up above the sky,
the seed, the blossom of science and genesis,
a shore of steam freezing the burning flames of hell,
it’s a heaven of divine architecture,
the throne and treasures of the magic life,
a rose so red, exploding the structure of the Universe,
decimating, vanishing a galaxy,
time’s wonder would melt and wound my lust.
(Buy my book 'The Allure Of Time' from amazon.)
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Memories decimating the mind and man
Through cascading, deteriorating mess
Of sinewy synapses abridge the mind
From reliving, reminiscing our Mumbai.
Deciphering its puzzling frontages
Until our conscious abandons what was whole.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
The father had a mission,
To provide a stable life.
A life for his family, his kids,
He worked day in and day out
Breaking his back and decimating his limbs
Merely to put food on the table for the kids,
He’d work every day to provide for his son.
The most respectable guy I know,
Doing it all for a sense of stability
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
The python crawling
and winding through the land,
decimating,annihilating
and choking lives
out of our youths,
there's fear in the land,
stench smell of blood
from the calamity spreads
through the land.
We must stand firm,
hold the line,resist them
and vehemently oppose them.
This monstrous tragedy
is dreadfully depressing.
weeping of our mothers
whose sons are taken
heard from afar.
There's no war but
there's war in the land.
Who is next to be taken.
This python dangerously
dancing it's way
among the people.
The young men bruised
and wounded by its venom.
Dance of this python scares
the little ones in the hinterland.
They attempt to break,
demonise, belittle,
vilify and wipe us out
through intimidation,
disinformation, mass ******
and ethnic cleansing.
Can the elders magically
unleash the anaconda
to swallow up their python
just like Moses did to
his adversaries.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Seniors are suffering!
Hospitals are closing!
Infants are starving!
Good News: Another Broadway show is opening!
Olive trees are dying!
Unemployment is climbing!
Small businesses are folding!
Good News: Another spaceship is launching!
Medical costs are skyrocketing!
50% of marriages are divorcing!
Global warming is escalating!
Good News: Seasons are drastically changing!
Stronger volcanoes will be erupting!
Storms and tornado are increasing!
Oceans and rivers are polluting!
Good News: Stocks are up! The Market Bell is ringing!
Church attendance is dwindling!
People have stopped praying!
Choirs are no longer singing!
Good News: 4.7 trillion has been appropriated for federal spending!
Icebergs are vanishing!
Forests are decimating!
Marine life is declining!
Good News: Teen deaths from drug overdoses are ascending!
Farmers are hardly surviving!
Homelessness is soaring!
The crime rate is rising!
How do we stop bad things from happening?
Are we better off just ignoring?
Perhaps life as we know it is ending?
Good News: Let's just ignore everything!
By Milton L. Delgado
March 10, 2019
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Be still my frantically beating heart
Its decimating
I'm losing my mind
And all that matters is the silent relief of surrender
I can't understand all that's happened
And I refuse to let it sink in
Shallow as it might be
I'm wishing you'll understand and I'm hoping you'll forgive me
Lose me
I'm already broken and glues not helping
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
hollow cardboard reach
and the destitution of the earth
and lives that don’t matter
the open wound of living under capitalism
a horizon of black spots
mangled neurons
worthless towers lined to the sky
production unto pollution
putrefaction
and the whole end
the whole ******* end
the whole
queers ***** in prison
blacks killed in custody
xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land
modern death is class war
race war
gender war
a systemic genocide through slow violence
laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence
social stratification
unequal access to housing, food and education
MAY 68
**** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive ********
**** your borders, your rape-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your piece of **** accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world
**** YOUR CAPITALISM
precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution
an increasing youth suicide rate
an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage
a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries
a system that chases profit at the cost of existence
the entire concept of meritocracy
debt as a promise of payment yet to exist
enforced return to nothing
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
a butterball sun,
sits low in the
morning sky.
as the weekend peloton, whizzes on by and down
the hill.
in the council's headland park precinct,
the illegal nomads,
are being rousted
and evicted from, their overnight, purlioned and picturesque views.
the early fishermen,
in their dinghies,
dot the teal sea and
the sail boats,
are racing out further,
white sails, against blue sky.
in our pond,
the koi leap in a frenzy,
trying to catch,
the itty, bitty, midgey bugs.
and the old blue tongue,
comes out to settle on his
rough log .
the bees work tirelessly,
from flower to flower.
as the blue wrens,
gossip and preen,
in their lilac bower
the dragon flies dart
about in distraction.
while over at
the milkwood patch,
you can see the caterpillars,
are busy decimating,
leaf after leaf.
i sit on the porch,
coffee in hand.
newspaper forgotten
on the side table.
slowly taking this beauty all in.
as the aroma of eggs, bacon and pancakes, drift from within.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
There is thunder in our hearts,
Lightning in our souls,
A pounding in our chests and a
Quaking in our bones.
“Our time has come!”
The cry arises,
“Our time has come!”
We charge forward unafraid,
Into life’s tantalizing parade,
Our colors waving high
As we ride on to the sky,
Chasing our dreams and visions,
Decimating anything in our way.
There is thunder in our hearts,
Lightning in our souls,
A pounding in our chests and a
Quaking in our bones.
“Our time has come!”
The cry arises,
“Our time has come!”
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
The man stood there,
in the dark with a look of askance.
No one asked him, they just past him.
He was benign
With a face to intimidate
Still blank in the dark,
Pondering existence.
Welcome back sinners
Cutting wood,
Attenuating the wood.
He thought he was useless,
Cavil of himself.
He was a charlatan,
A man of dark,
An open heart,
He fell so far.
This would defeat him.
You can not be the light in the distance,
but only the spark of resistance.
Tisk tisk, now remember this.
Clocks only show time of decimating existence.
With an axe in hand
The man oscillated it.
Striking wood...
Striking wood!
A gun to tame
But missing its holster
Throw it down...
Throw it down!
[silence]
Because the only thing running through his mind is a Bullet.
So let's hang up the night sky,
And die in the dim Lighght.
Reaching his eyes
A luminous hole struck.
Opening wide
The man dropped his gun
Towards the light
His faith had won
Exit the dark
Leave with conclusion.
Oh god was he cold...
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
in it i have the twist and ****
that falls upon beer caps
and ragged desert fur
that sops up dicotomies,
bathe or dont, fleas or lice,
leaves on battered tarmac
corn that drags its venomous
fangs bare
clogged shitshown *** heathen
explosions decimating wakes
flown over with brutal
stoves; unreckoned
i havent cleaned out my ears in weeks
and its beginning to affect my
hearing.
fast through curves meeting
the brush
glad at the sink
twin teeth buried beneath
long
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
Humanity is a single tear of eternity
dropping to cement like rain
decimating the smallest scrap of matter
ingrained into the pavement
for only a moment.
Humanity is radiant
and soaked in sadness
a star among stars.
Humanity is humanity,
songs inside symphonies,
telephone calls faint in
circuit across America.
kisses invisible in darkness
coverings warm and soft.
Humanity is.
Just is.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC