"denouncing" poems
**All Hours of the Night
That range of time is too random
to be alone in the dark with yourself
It's the loneliest time to think you over
because like the sweetest stanza
of the prettiest poem no one will ever read;
we were pointless
If I can recall
you said so yourself
My faith in the possibility had been exhausted
My heart...
I've since changed the lock
with no bother about a spare key
Sounds like some slick ****
a poet assigned to you would say
I found a reasoning you should try yourself...
I trust nothing;
I know me too well
to believe I can talk myself into getting over you
You must be proud of yourself
the way you get all up in me right under my nose
My defenses though... just in case
My personality splits
All Hours of the Night
I captain this hook
and refuse to pardon heartbreakers
with three strikes at love
I rob in the hood
I'll take everyone for everything
and give anything I can get away with to you
Those are my instincts
There's nowhere to go to get around yourself
I work like a fool
but when the struggle rises above my head
I learn to swim again
What's a synonym for dope boy
Started as a runner
Stick up kids out to tax
when bust your gun
is all you've got going for yourself
Around and around
and I hate that I love your badside
All Hours of the Night
By the rim of your ears
and nape of your neck
To the point of your *******
and past your belly's button
Until my mouth found your flower's fruit
and sipped its juice;
Until your *** was trickling down my chin
I wanna lick you senseless
Imagine that...
I thought you were ready
but knew about the clause in your description denouncing heavy lifting
And our love was like dead weight back when
At least there's that...
I'd have to eat the blame one way or the other
I've seen you zing it from your index finger
at everyone but yourself
You ain't for this life
A mountain lion
would knaw off it's leg to escape capture...
Is that a chill or a phantom sensation
All Hours of the Night
You were on some other **** yourself
The way you captained this hook
and made me wanna pardon heartbreakers
with three strikes at love
Those are your instincts;
Never trick where you lay your head
Keep your family close and your haters closer
Improve yourself
Progress
Prevail
And money before good ****
Sounds like some slick ****
a demon assigned to a poet would say
in the condescending tone
you've owned
since the very first frame
I found a reasoning you should try yourself...
I trust nothing
You must be proud of yourself**
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
An open eye, a time of misery,
The sound
of the Earth,
An ear to the cacophony.
The sight of unanswered questions.
An odour,
of the fragrance,
of beauty,
without reason.
A smell of,
souls waiting to be sufficed,
a state of havoc,
and melancholy.
A touch of hope,
A feeling,
so vague,
so soft,
the lenience of the soul.
A thought to the weak.
A taste of fire,
the ash to the walls,
of endless arrows,
of words, with no meaning,
but of great value,
and unending power.
Smoke, the denouncing
of denouement and demise.
A treat to the senses,
A flash of truth.
It is my cue to live,
Living a lie.
This is my time,
My lovelorn morning.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
No, I don't.
Oh one who
takes pride in
denouncing love,
Look at yourself.
Unable to accept who
you are without another.
Creating a false sense of loneliness
by ignoring the relationships you have
in favor of the one you do not.
You believe that you are
rebellious in your isolation
but when it comes down to it
what is more radical:
Cynicism and bitterness
or Love.
To you valentine antagonist:
I Love You.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
I am searching for a partner.
A kindred soul.
someone much like myself,
looking to run away from it all.
I have the plan,
I just need a friend.
Imagine to find
a cave, hiding behind a waterfall,
in a stress free world, away from society.
Denouncing our stance as humans, and conducting our lives as animals might.
Living in nature.
somewhere beautiful.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
modern mixed race music monopoly
polyrhythms maniacal impunity stricken race bearing gender bearing skin bare barely faking rarely taking
face nothing insatiable emptiness a society worshipping a lost organism
******* rein to settle wars that fought because there is no end in sight reincarnation is a reality death requires hallucinations to exist you make it real by denouncing the lives of so many that you could not be here without their beautiful miraculous struggle to be free from your association of whiteness from the beginning we fight with this glory you hold so dear dear people please don’t let them take advantage of the fact that in imaginations of whiteness and race we were ***** for real and we will never kneel again
there is no trust in this new beginning behind no longer in front of me standing with hands over hearts that flag down please help help! help us!! shooting bullets since the famous emancipation proclaimed just flares sent up into eternity do you hear us ! do you hear us?! Our words are reverse missionaries traveling past the corruption reverse engineering reverse socializing the numbness of genocide the paralyzed nature of toxic justification
deemed apathy by cowardice
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
poetry composed in perfect silence
doesn't exist...
for there is no such thing,
perfect silence
there are no
noise canceling headphones,
a coachable prevent defense,
protecting my inner ears from
hearing words forced to the surface,
loudly spoken, up floating
unto the mind's constancy of enraging waters,
the highest definition of
mental disquiet,
the imperfect silence
frag grenades, IED's detonate,
all nicknames for the brain's multi-voices,
all argue raucous,
unafraid of exposure,
over~shouting to be heard,
freely secure in the
seeming silent privacy
of my brain,
mine owned
internecine mental slaughterhouse
and yet,
what I write down,
mine to keep...
my home,
and my mind,
an isle,
an atom of Earth
and flesh cells,
split surrounded by a
broad freshwater river
*the isle of the mind
spits fingers of land and voices,
injecting themselves into
the two~sided, belly~soft riversides,
forming bays and coves,
hiding places for
crafty human devices*
my poor mind,
mind it well,
as this sailing craft called poetry,
now, but a tiny ketch
to keep me afloat upon the
river surround,
while avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
those who gladly drown me
for pleasure,
enjoying the pretending-to-be-quiet
internal screams denouncing
the myth of perfect silence
but the imperfect
poetry
born amidst
imperfect sleep,
the residual,
mine to keep...
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
From his balcony above a man watches down on a little town in Missouri,
he pinpoints a bleak silver container as it slingshots into the darkening shadows above.
It yells to him,
"help, get me out of this awful place."
A trial of slate grey smoke follows the container as if it were it's overly attached mother and within a second pulls it back down into the atmosphere.
After descending the container skids across a schoolyard, rolls off the sidewalk and crakes into minuscule pieces.
From the cracks tear gas spills out in all directions covering the once quiet little down in terror, relinquishing it of any tranquility that remained.
The man on the balcony sits and observes the events that have unfolded.
From his perch he can not tell black from white.
He can not tell man from women.
Turban from top hat,
child from elder.
he can not see if interlocked hands declaring their love and denouncing death that blares from police megaphones, are hetero
or ****
He can not see who's pride is enflamed by blue uniforms
or who's mouth's are covered by dew rags to prevent themselves from speaking a death sentence.
The gas covers it all.
He can only hear footsteps running away,
guns shots following the footsteps,
and unfinished prayers as bodies stain the side walk.
In this moment,
the chess game of life becomes not black versus white
but human versus human.
And the man wonders, from his balcony above,
why it must take weapons that destroy equality,
to make us see each other as equal.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Believing every word you say
Junk bumping off your gums
Putting punks over me,
****** denouncing real, can't see me
I feel so ******** but I'm glad I read this:
Can you imagine
Seeing the one who hurt you
In the spotlight
Not because of what they did to you
But because of something
They do now?
You'll hear people say how great they are
And you'll have to be careful
Not blurt out what you're thinking
Not everyone needs to know
Just exactly what happened
That's why they dying everyday, and they gonna keep dying until their all dead!!!
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
You,
Lone being
Of enduring kindness,
Your tiny hand touching me tenderly,
Even in the bleakest times.
Dragging me out of the darkness
Even as I continually crawled toward it.
The tortures inflicted,
both blindly and unintentionally
And with premeditation and surety
Should surely not have befallen one so gorgeous of spirit.
It seems now you have lost your faith in me,
As I have failed to fulfill a slew of promises.
But, you do not understand where I stand,
How my hands are shackled
Fettered to the spot,
When we dwelled together
Hell rained down until our hearts were parted.
I do not wish for the intensity of my vile
To drizzle and stain, and burn and brand you.
You are far too precious to me to allow the chance of that.
But, seeing you burn my page from your diary,
Finally and emphatically denouncing me,
I am torn down like a ***** ******
I love you with devout intensity,
And watching you suffer at our separation
It equalled the potential pain of my tint tainting you.
So what am I to do now, kind one?
My smile only masks the agony so long.
Sweet one, whose kiss lasted longest,
Which sadly meant, there were fewer of them.
The clever saboteur will always sabotage us.
The angry cannoneer will always barrage us.
I don't want you to endure such things.
But NEVER stop believing I Love you!
Whatever you see occur,
Never forget this.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 9:13 AM UTC
I turn and look at you
And I speak my peace, urging you to leave all you secondary notions at the door
Patiently waiting at the turn style for some one who I know will never show up
Because he is already here
He is me
He is everyone
A genius
Another futuristic constructuralist
Studying equations
Where the answers lies in eternal joy
The difficulty to burn and the ease to understand
Only separated by patience and time
Overthrown and renewed
Refurbished
Barking dogs crafted from jade kissing your palms, bursting through parlor doors smoking on a long stemmed pipe
Writing in blood with a raven-wood quill
And a distraught agonizing yelp echoes in the library
Denouncing the existence of love
Brining what is mistaken as such to surface
Gain, satisfaction, self esteem and companionship
Love is up for redefinition
Bargains and betrayal
Vacations in plains never explored
Taking trains filled with ridiculous faces
Stark raving madness with clarity
Disapproval of sonnets of old that now in the new age are no longer suitable for the forward thinking minds
Necessary brashness
Eminent affection
Everlasting adoration of the suns embrace
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Amusing to most cynics, these tragic tales of love.
Questioning his mercy, the one who watches from above.
Diabolical confrontation, an army so strong.
Sleepless nights withered, pondering what went wrong.
Meek perception of a fickle minded clan.
Denouncing an ambitious child, an insubordinate man.
An intense adoration, eloquence of being crazed.
Contested against vehemently, all hell aggresively raised.
Not unrequited, not unfair, a beautiful symphony meticulously shared.
Infatuation so strong, hope for lives to be paired.
Cacophony of society, this petrified state.
Throngs of loathing, a cumbersome hate.
Agitating separation, an indignant ploy.
Hearts shattered, like a worthless toy.
These bonds of unfair blood, creators of an avenging soul.
Guaranteed devastation, eager to come out of its hole.
Upset the master plan, cause his own disease.
Let there be genocide, In god's decrees he did not believe.
Buried alive, weight of there mutual debt.
Grieving loss, Giving up on everything left.
Beaten, he screams in mortal vanquish.
His very soul on fire.
He forsakes them all, allows his blood to douse there funeral pyre.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
The wind, it calls, through foggy day
T o dazzle dust and drive dirt away.
But some of these darkened vertex
Hide the stories and forever perplex
The strengths of tested 'feel-good' fables,
Denouncing sciences' empirical labels:
Too thin, too fat, too short, too tall,
Too hairy, too bald, too square, too like a ball,
Too strong, too weak, too open to lies,
To encompassing of stories of the skies.
Too angry, too meek, too full of passion,
So give us pills! It's the latest fashion!
Dose us up on your chemical compounds,
Stop us from disclosing rebellious sounds
Which remind us that not all we know,
Are these soul-sucking television shows:
Nip-Tuck, What NOT to Wear, Big ******* Brother,
This is the modern day 'Watch With Mother',
Feeding false standards, 'Bieber-fied' norms,
Sapping energy, becoming a nation of vacant gorms.
So Yes! Hide your kids, hide your wife,
Open your own doors, live your own life,
Because this **** ain't going nowhere,
And even without a deity, a higher force is watching, somewhere.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
So what is wrong
And what is right?
A formulaic diatribe
Denouncing young brides
An age-old hunger
For reacquaintance
With the same?
Old mothers and young wives
Brandished Ph.D's and lifelong strife
Carry the baby
Forget the rest
If there's love there's still no rest
*** bubbles up
Thinking its own thoughts
And the anniversary deathbed
Gets soaked again.
Generations of beds
Estate sales of lost loves
A splintered family is less rich
An over-achieving cote of doves.
How to be fierce
Without ****** the Earth
Is a rich boy's dilemma
The rest of us
**** who we wanna.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
by his betrayal to the dormant blood flow of life
in moonlight who preaches insanity, anarchy,
who taunts the wicked mind in its present neutrality
where the provocation is of being blank and yet overbearing,
such accentuates the interim shadows etched into a dirtied slate,
thus that light that kills makes his mind primitive, soul, sedate,
and apart from all, his body who became its own ruler
spectral projections in his image surfaced
as the fingertips ripped through its own ribcage
and dethroned His Hapless Majesty in repressed rage
and an animated husk continued forth
even though the hostless spirit was delicate in its wake,
so free from each others' demands, the two had liberties to take.
and so thus they spent decades in total alienation
but in time, like a king with no subjects, the Mind wavered so,
and the Frame, like a guardian with no duty, faltered the same,
and like clockwork, fate had cursed the two that one became,
and by the moon's blinding and blank light a revelation held
that craving ensued for the beings to become whole again,
as the Mind haunted folklore, the Frame men,
as a means of searching, to reunite and rest as an ultimatum.
and they keep searching
a mindless body, and a bodiless mind
perhaps never to reunite
in punishment of denouncing their being
it was a truth he sought,
though never foreseeing the truth he forgot.
it was a race to command insanity and misery.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
The noonday demon striking at midnight,
The end of daylight, shadowing my cove.
A journey solitary in obnoxious overtures,
Or of demise denouncing such pails of ruin.
The noonday demon that dwells in my head.
That black cat of old, it looms large nigh.
Insignia, memoribilia .. it's scriptures swell.
Inscriptions in alien hand scribble my mind.
The noonday demon pushes me on edge.
A hairlength between relapse and freefall.
Arbitrary insignificance caress my nerves,
Neurotic endeavours imminent, and I halt.
Halt for thought, convictions sedate.
Paralysis; onset of dementia ensues.
And the noonday demon
Gobbles me up at midnight.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
Benign baleful dreams
pervading sense awaken arousal,
destructive in fruitful essence
of times eternal ocean of silence;
a majestic magnitude of heavens legions
felled as stars blossom like roses
in the night sky.
Amorous passion playing
with shadows; climbing
the stairs of heavens turmoil
like a ladder descending upon
a vast forest of emotions,
the angelic spirit of deception;
swarming like maggots untoward
the sulpherous adamantine
gates of a new order,
dropping like flies unto
the volcanic ash of chaos.
Efficacious mezmerisation
comprising invunerable exaltation,
numinous effacement
corrupting the truth of
unimaginable fear,
torterous pity bore by
innocense; lost denouncing
their creator.
Succumbing, a subdued debauch
ambassador of hope;
proscribed as the moon replaces the sun,
defiant; belief vanquished-
desire unrequited.
ELEETE J MUIR
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
My little game of Chess
That I played, with you
Making subtle moves
Hinting all too softly
Allowing impasses
Offering a pawn
Renouncing knights
Denouncing a bishop
Even giving up my Queen
That trying game of Chess
It appears, has come to a stale
Without one word spoken, without
An idea or intellect having being shared
My dear, I have not tried hard enough, and
I shall never be the wiser for not having made a move
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
There was a once upon a time
When this day brought trembling
And swayed my self with tears
The sight of velvet petals splashed
In scarlet flutters
Made my lower lip quiver
Crudely cobbled rhymes
Pricked the corners of my nose
And I hardened my eyes
Turning away, shouldering
The world and denying any feeling
Denouncing love
All the while, your halo was choking
Your absence was a presence
Like a tumor
But a year's distance
Has reawakened my adoration
For the taste of spring
And affection for roses
Realization that I cannot sink
When I'm holding others up
Focusing lenses on pain worse than mine
Releases my love
My Valentine
To the world
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
plants evolved organic defense mechanisms
when being preyed upon
they send off organic frequencies
that attracts a predator to what preys on them
natives and indigenous humans
have and even more complex
organic defense mechanism
to hurt and torture sends signals
organic signals
evolved humans
so therefore slavery
although the intentions were white supremacy
attempting to subordinate and control
through fear and enforcement of whiteness
because whiteness exists from fear of being tortured
African who are native
indigenous
but also
native
doctors
lawyers
engineers
professors
families
warriors
forcing into slaves
shipping and importing into every space imaginable
of America
conception
thorough dispersion
****** and procreating
light skinned warriors
infiltrated every aspect
of predatory whiteness
and so without meaning to
accidentally
the organic defense of natives
indigenous
humans
those attempting it be predators
are overwhelmed by humans who are still
close to being native
indigenous
so whiteness
in denouncing
native
indigenous
evolution
denouncing blackness
denouncing womanhood
we all came from Africa
whiteness denouncing origins
creates a place that can no longer exist
having invited and imported its own demise
outsourcing its own existence and sustainability
what a terrible mistake
to torture such evolved
humans
who also have the freedom
to perform vengeance
in any way desired
without warning
private and public
invincible
impeccable
predators to the failure of whiteness
to consume humanity
into objects of indulgence
in order for whiteness to continue
it would have had to keep us in captivity
completely
thoroughly
but it couldn’t
it fails its attempt
because we are too powerful
and we charmed so many
of associates to whiteness
and competed with the fear of not being white
making it too dangerous
liable
to keep us in captivity
won them over
to being human
native evolved
evolution is destroying whiteness
through infiltration
conception
procreation
pseudo forgiveness
organization
impunity of whiteness
becomes its weakness
whiteness would have to declare
absolute martial law
and be completely uniform
about its intentions and meaning
to be its group
severely brutal and unforgiving
but it failed to maintain
this status quo
legally
socially
psychologically
institutionally
sexually
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
It is said we are not born
Hating nor loving
Yet out there
Hidden devils reside
Likewise there are angles in disguise
Religious supposed peace loving individuals
Beliefs mocked and ridiculed
God denouncing nations
Showing the most compassionate emotions
It is neither black nor white
It not either love or hate
Actions within themselves or intentions
Constructs of experience holding us to attention
Falling in the trap of stereotypical conventions
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
I've met familiar faces in the
Darkest scenes ever unfolded
Maddening their faces, screaming for
Everything and anything that would
**** the pain that drove them insane
They've become locked in patterns
in cycles in fixated routines of needing fixes
Fighting is all they have ever done, and never done all in one
Once it was easy for them to fail, now it's getting
Harder as the days thin out, as their waists and hair follow
Glorifying junkies and
embracing apostles of death
They had no true motivators
Just
Enablers
Stimulators
No one to ever look out for their
interests, only their pacifiers
Who do you call
Who are you to call
on them?
Calling them demeaning
slurs to protect yourself
from your own degenerative
routines & drastic disdain for
the rest
You wash your brain with the
notion that you are
Immaculate
Infallible
When in fact, you are but a defect
in the washed-up pulp persona
The epitome of plastic in a seashell
Nothing could ever change that
which is your ignorant existence
Deny the Denouncing of Doubts
that were there to distract the
dancing hippies in the rain
from their ultimate decisions
to become such disdainful
primitive degenerates in the eyes
of the rest of the cockroaches
of 9-5 shifts & 3 minute *****
in the Fast Food toilets
Come, let them get off together
They come and go and come
and blow
They never leave the circle
of fixated cycles
Yes, I have met these familiar faces
in the darkest scenes ever unfolded
But I never thought introductions
would lead me any further loaded
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
So I'm tearing up the asphalt
Mentaly screaming that it's my fault
Downing the space between us
Plotting how to gain your trust
Denouncing the air i need
I'm choking on the speed
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
it can be hard to assess necessity in a cesspit,
calculating and scouring different ways to find respite.
it can be hard to commit time against the heart.
finding access to hiatus just to breathe,
it's never been easy to be lazarus.
unsure of consequence, skirting bereavement,
reborn doesn't necessarily imply previous demise,
what's almost new cannot be considered unwhole,
nor can it be trusted as a reprise.
it's an artful venture to learn the cadence of presence,
not an effort or a movement, but something of a lucid sweven,
something nestled in the stitching of the seventh heaven.
autonomously authoring my perception,
desecularizing my intense intent and conception.
understand that the brain is a somatosensory mech pilot,
no shame, no rhythm, just an absently-go-lucky organism,
chasing imaginary crystalline butterflies into the background,
thriving in the quietness, malaprop to say forever semper-vivus.
i consume my need to separate ideas as fuel for philomathematics,
pioneering new tactics, new habits, through acts of active practice,
emphatically denouncing the topical, the maladroit, the labels,
let me sing my own mantra,
humming to the hymn of my own humble tantra.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC