"deplored" poems
some say im cynical
satanical
that my minds mechanical
diabolical
spoken essence erotical
detestable
jaded imagery hypnotical
unstoppable
liable to solve the unsolvable
while prodigal poets drown in their nautical modules
im a criminal
a cannibal
storming the street like an animal
shooting cannonballs
through prison walls
splattering the generals
in bathroom stalls
hostil
leave you poppin pain pills in the hospital
uncontrollable
my temper is flammable
mumbles illegible
choking you with your pentacle
leaving onlookers speckled
the abominable
mental protocols unstoppable
the unfeasible constable
shooting up the card table
willing and able
to call your fables
and smash apart a label
i raise babies in unstable cradles
let you bleed out
like cracked ladles
engorged in unholy wars
exploring
the corruption of the core
deplored
uniformed for
the clash of the double edge swords
taking control of vocal chords
a meet of the hordes
of the horned
misinformed
adorned
in sunlight
trying to shine
just 1 line
at a time
until my life signs decline
almost time
light and shadow combined
Horus and set
by hindsight blessed
yet to contest
to the rest of this mess
by melancholy caressed
as i arise unrest
from the cess
of the un confessed
blessed
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 6:14 AM UTC
My Grandmother had a sage saying,
she would regale us with, many times.
With various nouns for exchanging.
But, the meaning rang clear like a chime.
"Pretty is as pretty does".
If, as a diva, on of us girls was heard.
She would hit us with that saying because,
she knew actions spoke louder than words.
Being of a religious nature,
she deplored and showed her discontent,
of those that would shout out their own praise,
then would go about doing ill intent.
"Christian is as Christian does".
Grandma did guide us down that path.
She drummed into me that saying because,
she knew actions speak louder than words.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
In a place created
By the hands of the minoritized regiment
"Immigrant"
has somehow become a bad word
an insult
a curse
Immigrant, arrogant, delicate
Dedicated to the saving of our lives
The protection of our wives
and children, the fear in their eyes
It's evident your estimate's incorrect
A guestimate on its hind legs
You scared?
Hesitant, eloquent, sentiment
The settlement you created and forced us in
Reminiscent of that place where we've been
Pushing against discrimination because of the color of our skin
And you teach your kin
Such words of sin
Look down your noses at us, you and your tie pin
Tryna get signed in
Bring mine in
Eyes cryin.
Blue skies and
Bold lyin.
You didn't give us time
You didn't let us find
your way, tryna get in line
Tryna stay, I'm
just tryna
just tryna
From Mexico, China
to Puerto Rico, Brazil,
Drinkin my Jamaican ***
From Hindustan, Kazakhstan
to Bolivia, Thailand, rock the wrong drum.
Liberia, Ethiopia to London.
We all came or were tryna come.
You deported us, afforded, and so we sat
ignored, deplored.
Unsure of any light
so we fight for what's downright
ours and tonight, We bring our standards to new heights
It'll be tight, and we'll bite.
And we'll stand on our toes
So everybody knows
We stood for our rights.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Such a shame to let loose
That I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing
But pretending seems to work so well;
You all claw at plasticine symbols
The letters deplored with a swish of the ink well.
Calligraphic self destructions mean something to somebody
Over an ocean with eyes so slight as to shine in the darkness,
Glinting in robes of black on the rooftops of rich dynastics
And the rhymes of yesterday creeping to the forefront,
Reminding me just of how hopeless hopelessness is--
The assonance of a retreating boxcar
Is steaming into the backdrops of consciousness.
Is it time to rewind somewhere?
The visages of paintings only mean so much
To the blind bats on cave walls in cavernous reaches
Of static television snow drifts.
It seems that you and I have come to the biggest of filamentous rifts:
Sifting between now and then we have mind-skips
Of epic proportion, a sickened distortion
Of all of the children left in their contortions
It's all leprosy in my eyes
Since the skies are burning down as we pinpoint abortion.
And we release that defeat, and try to find meaning in it all:
A lie of great size
Told from my lips yet it was--
You who believed me.
Together we made a chimera
A deception even worse than anything I've ever known
I said that some god had told me all the things that
that
that--
I can't begin to begin an apology
My mouth mummified by request next to Jeremy Bentham
I only wanted what's best for you--
But look at what you've done!
Oh, Crusades! Oh, Crusades!
Children don't lie with your eyes on the sunset
For Nietzsche is the ultimate navigator!
And you finally catch sight of the top of an alligator
floating in the oil, staring at you
slanted eyes smiling cruel.
It all makes sense now, what half believed lies
That explain how the darkness will come to rise
But the opposite side of our crystalline marble
Has known all along, they knew all along!
Facing the east, wasn't He?
Then even he knew
Perhaps what I said was not all untrue
And in fact
the fault lies with Him
Not me,
Not you.
Sincerely,
The Bible.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:09 PM UTC
Poorly equipped,
Painfully whipped.
A threadbare Abyssinian
Did shuffle on
With all hope gone
In search of an opinion
But much deplored
When not ignored
This abject Abyssinian
Did seek in vain
Something arcane
To exercise dominion
And as he sought,
So lost in thought,
Through sands of Kalahari
He wondered how
He might avow
The freedom held so dearly
It struck at last
With trumpet blast
Amidst fields green with barley,
He boldly rode
And proudly crowed
The statement: “I am Charlie.”
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
adoration we adore
criticism is deplored
reptilean eyes show no remorse
as silken smooth we subtley slither
closer now, invite a strike
or keep your distance
and your life
my teeth are hollow
so is my pen
venom flows
through both of them
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
We were only ever
moving through..
A transient
encounter pinked
in sprinkled serendipity
had synchronised
our step
and having met
before the bested peaks
of all that seemed unlikely
we stayed close.
Through
needless plays
of problematic metaphor,
we laughed and wept,
deplored enforced morality,
embraced a great unknown,
explored the cultic
sympathies, arrested
in our infancy
and swore an oath
eternal to the greenery
regrown..
..while knowing
well, the day will come
when one moves on
alone
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
Donate to the destitute
Sniff at the rich,
To seek the improbable
Quest is a *****
Porcine platitudes
Lost to mules
Who ignore good advice
To play us for fools.
Dead giveaway dreamers
Floating on air
Who stroll past pearls
To preen their hair.
Contentious ********
Grind their teeth,
Obsessing with conflict
Asleep on their feet.
Beautiful bodies
Deplored by the boys
Who prefer their own gender
To feminine ploys.
Bearded babies
Found dead in the sand,
Mothers distraught
Militarily grand.
Losing the truth
Is humanity's skill
In removing the just
In the rush for the ****
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
5 October 2009
Oct 28, 2009
Oct 28, 2009 at 1:06 AM UTC
QUESTIONING THE FLAKES OF TIME
AND THE LOST MOMENTS.
WHY YOU LEFT ME ALONE?
WHERE ON THIS DATE?
WHY AT THIS TIME,
OVER AND OUT THIS WAY,
TELL ME WHY.
WHY YOU LEFT ME STRIPPED OF DIGNITY ?
WHY DOES MY SOUL STILL CHASE
THE RUSTED PATHS WE TREADED ONCE,
WHERE YOU ABANDONED ME ONLY
TO AGGRIEVE ME.
TELL ME WHY.
WHY DID MY VOICE BID ADIEU TO BEAUTIFUL
MELODIES WHICH WERE ONCE SUNG BY IT FOR
YOU. MY LOVE?
TELL ME WHY.
WHY HAVENS OF MY HEART ARE MERE RUBBLE
NOW,
DESTROYED, DESECRATED
DEPLORED,THE PINK SHADES OF INFATUATION
HAVE LOST ITS COLORS.
FOR NOW, THE SPARKS ARE DEAD.
BLOOD RUNS COLD TRAVELING I N THE NERVES OF
MORTAL DECEASED BY LOVE.
NO ANSWER FROM THEE,
SO I DEPART ON AN IMMINENT JOURNEY TO
QUENCH THE THIRST OF MY VOICELESS EYES.
- Chirayu...
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
I go back to that precious place on the lake
The hill overlooking the world
A tranquil perspective
Where peace of mind can be secured
But we cannot sit here forever
No matter how hard we try
We always have to descend back down
To a world full of angst
A world congested with immoral moral compasses
But even just a few hours spent
With a view such as this, I wonder....
That maybe.....
Just maybe...........
We are closer to heaven than we recognize
With the sun setting behind the rolling hill
And silhouettes lengthening behind us
Looking into the ideal
At the mouth of this cave
We unearth what is real…
Subjects still imprisoned by their own ignorance
With the glimmering warmth of a fictitious blaze
From the deceptive flames of a fabricated fire
Faintly whispering up against their backs
The puppeteers' handiwork betrays them
Splattering superficial illusions
Along a dull ill-defined canvas
Becoming aware of their elusive scheme
We broke from the inhibiting chains
Liberating our confiscated minds
We deplored the fraudulent portrayals on the wall
Abandoning these projected shadows
We emerged from this somber fallacy
Bringing to light
A consequential validity....
Mind over matter,
A beautiful reality
A breathtaking ideal
Scatter the truth and let it unfurl
Climb towards the sun
On top of the hill overlooking the world
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
00
<•>
( )
Gone
Swiftly darkness comes
Gone
••
Created
By the whim of a
Polluted mind
•
Gone
••
Walking deep streets
Hearing the crying
Joining in with the crime
••
The cathedral hour
We lie in poisoned bed
Thinking this new lover
Can **** the last one
From our head !
•
****** the streets of war
Seem normal to us
••
****** as the **** and *****
****** as we are
••
The gentle river
Remains
Polluted
As the truth
Feared and deprecated
And deplored
••
Gods of government
Gods of lust and greed
Worshiping power
On **** - ******* knees
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
your choices come down fast to none at all
an echo of the truth is no reward
since none will hear you if you have to call
out through the darkness that shall swiftly fall
when hope and vengeance reach their first accord
your choices come down fast to none at all
a world once large has rapidly grown small
and all good options have gone by the board
since none will hear you if you have to call
so half the planet listens to this brawl
while all the others look away quite bored
your choices come down fast to none at all
you've lost the plot been cast beyond the wall
finding out now just what you had deplored
since none will hear you if you have to call
in utter silence you confront the squall
with all the energy you can afford
your choices come down fast to none at all
since none will hear you if you have to call
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Él,
Que se lo cruza, que se lo llama,
del mar que viene pero él
que se queda,
y forma todas las playas
de verdades, turbulencias,
¡que sólo los barcos de dignidad
alcáncenlo, ellas!
Yes, surely I am deplored by
the beauty of destructions’ marking, holding dear
what’s longingly perverted
through the lost.
Ravens’ repulsing cries
are the needed on the shores,
not just on the autumn,
the rotting of the sea tales
their voices hold,
the selection of exquisite
that my preference twisted wants.
And so much else I daze over,
that overlay of the Emerald Land’s
waves and beats that
my distant to the south shore pleads,
that jade,
that shock,
that valiancy of the Scots
which in our sands
and crashing skies
should be,
lusts
to be.
The awaiting
for that dripping glory
in a mellowed casing of a wrecking ship,
it’s in a waiting room
made from a lone standing rock
that carries myths and ventures
to fulfill,
the Young Verter’s
everlasting,
tinting
moment.
Show up on our silver days
at the bays,
El Acantilado,
del Norte, caro,
The Cliff, The Cliff,
Ese Acantilado!
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
I want to create my own society
Forget the one that’s already there
The ideas on the pedestal of that society
Only condone false comparisons, don’t care for the plight of your mothers’ sons
I want to create my own society
I will construct it with the broken words of the ignored
I will mold it with the cries of the deplored
And paint it with the bright colors of the bored
We will stand in lines and sing sweet songs
Finally, no one telling us that we are wrong
I’ll look in the mirror and mutter “I’m beautiful” for the first time in what seems like a century
They did this to me
Heaven, let me be heard
Why does your spirit fill the curves in these angry words
Why have they taught me to loathe my own skin
Begging to peal it all off, steal someone else’s, and start all over again
They have taught me to loathe me, to pinch me, to poke me
They wine me and dine me so someone else will out shine me
They breed the superficial and put them in jars
So they can burn the fuel to make the jewelry, makeup and cars
There is no love of self, there is only more wealth
Reach out for help
Before you too lose yourself
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
i am the carpenter
dying deplored
with straight square walls
that lead me to all
twists
and turns
of sacred perspectives
and roof lines
where
the greater
of me
would bleed
in ecstasy
into the sky
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
Is there a time when friendship does not count,
Where bonds forged in war are callously
forgotten
Is now the time for their suffering to willfully
discount
As a passing blight, a chore ill-gotten?
Is desperation always someone else’s burden,
To be observed but ultimately ignored,
Their fate unclear, easier to draw that curtain
To an inconvenient truth only in words
deplored.
To politician’s promises are tenuous,
They matter only when there’s gain,
Integrity is often deemed too arduous,
Little caring for other’s strife and pain.
But to those of us who conflict shared,
Who know by name those left behind,
Fully aware of all they dared,
Our life with theirs lies intertwined.
What can we say, what can we do
This cruel injustice to make right,
But raise our voice, shout what is true,
Honor our debt, correct this blight.
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly dome ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
Hey you! Yes, you. Exactly.
You mesmerize me.
You confuse me when you use me and disuse me and then amuse me.
You convince me you love me when you hold me and then grab me to leave me
Grieving, mourning in the morning while you're yawning
Cause I know, for you, that's boring.
Caring? Yes you used to
Back then when you took me into
Your heart and wrapped me inside
And kept me beside..you.
F*ck you I miss you
I despise you, I want you I don't need you
No leave me alone. Go away.
I love you, when you love me too
But you barely do - to me what you do to him.
Singing love lullabies for him
Teasing, touching, squeezing, riding
Crying when finding he's cheating
Unyielding when told to ditch him.
Attaching. Detachment you explored when emotions implored your grievance to drown your core-heart deep in these blood rivered wounds.
I deplored this.
Vulnerable, you felt safer in his brutality
When pieces of your shattered dreams
Were drilled beneath your shredded skin.
Love was and is what you need.
But from him?
Love is devoid of gleam.
And with him, chances of a Romeo and Juliet are slim.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
Changes have
reasons,
as
the year
has its
seasons.
Change can be
deplored,
Change can be
decried.
But
change
will happen
anyway,
even if
denied.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
an ancient moon collides with shadows on the yonder;
wander the forbidden forge, soon stars will blunder,
the All, scourged with lore from daemons ashore--
it breaks and roars as we dance forevermore;
free your core from the chains wrapped around the golden door,
see sand drift and shake becoming nothing for
man has left his kingdom and begun to soar,
and Malkuth was always such a boring chore--
consumed by things that ought to be deplored;
watch as i cut my mortal cord!
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
I was lost in the grandeur of my name
Set upon a stony path
Full of thorns and hypocrites
A weighty road with walkers
Trampling over flowers and thickets
Thick with tricks
Blood boiling on golden bricks
Barbed wired fences
Flags and floats paraded
Common sense
Ignored
Deplored
Considered a bore
But before the end
Maybe I will find the truth
Isn’t she great
That cow
That spits sand from her utters
Fat and flaccid bovine
Munching on grass
Spitting out a calf
At equal intervals
That trapped beast
Not the real thing
Just an illusion
Bell around her neck
So she can never step
Too far away from her field
Ready to be killed
Without an ounce of awareness
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Sleep wanders without consent
Vilified of contemptuous regret
Placated thru abyssed depravity
Unbeknownst by virtues deplored
The external, eternal mystification
Of burning eyes wide burdened
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
*Upon sight of my LOVE
You, must have skipped a heart-beat
and felt scared or happy?
Oh! LOVE - you must have said
How will I handle it
Is it true?
Or is it just a game?
Is it Death calling me?
I have waited for it everyday
Now it comes in this form
Is this what I dreamt of my LOVE?
And your heart skipped a last-time
What where you thinking
When such thoughts came to your mind?
By the way, LOVE is not the game of mind
Perhaps you wondered
That is the way LOVE always strikes
It does dear...
Without plan, without notice
It comes out like a flower,
under a rain-soaked earth
On morning you get up and
The flower of LOVE is there
In front of you
Perhaps you deplored the culture
That all LOVE means marriage...
Perhaps you cried thinking
What if I hurt and **** this LOVE?
That would be against all my grain of well-being
I am born to a religion that professes LOVE
Perhaps you confounded that
You can survive EVIL and SIN but not TRUE LOVE
Perhaps you yearned tremulously to plead
Yes, I seek LOVE, someone to LOVE me unconditionally
Once in my LIFE - Time
Perhaps you speculated
Whether this LOVE
is Romance or LUST
Without realizing it is
PURE TRUE LOVE!!
Perhaps you remembered faintly
Christ's message you were taught in church
"LOVE one another"
Perhaps you recalled with happiness
This is the prize one pays for seeking LOVE
Perhaps you were joyous -
that at last LOVE came to me
Uncalled, unchartered, uninvited...
Perhaps you felt some solace
That I am the chosen one
NOT all are blessed to be LOVED like this
UNCONDITIONALLY, PASSIONATELY, ETERNALLY
My prayer is but this:
Among all this "PERHAPS"
May you always know
It was GOD &/or FATE &/or NATURE
Whatever you want to call it
That Destined LOVE in your life.*
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I have a feeling that just wont go
I want to potter until the no
I want some life that not so worked
I want a future that gives me hope
see my mind as it explores
a futures gone a mind deplored
yet i do nod the ways in front
time to push ye life instore
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:34 AM UTC