"derisions" poems
If you take a chance and glance
Beyond that which is called
Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.
Seek justice ..but only for a system
That they rely on to maintain
. ......A status quo
A stagnant pool of nepotism
Slash latent schism
Where division...
....Trumps any decision
Where progress might find a foothold
Where justice demands they trust US
To control a destiny
Once promised on paper
That has been perverted
Diverted
Until it is now a point of such
Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
That it's acceptance
Is as routine
As the gavels banging
Or the detention door clanging
That it should rattle
To the very core
Any citizen
Who believes in the idea of
Freedom ,human rights
And the pursuit of happiness
Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
Especially when the acidic water
Of the shrinking pool
That we all inhabit.. has...
...Stopped breathing
And is slowly dying
While some keep denying
That anything is wrong
No need to believe
That trouble looms
On the horizon
So choked with smoke
That the sun struggles to deliver
Any promise --dusk or dawn
And troubled waters rise up
In rebellious consternation
Spilling into unfamiliar places
As it chases
Destitution onto higher ground
Of desperation
And alienation
Revelations will soon dictate
Maybe way ..way ..too late
That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
The status quo is all they know
Those who have the power
To pull the world together
But haven't got the will power
To do anything
That might cause them
To take a chance and glance
Beyond that which we call
An extenuating circumstance.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
The stars' reflections flicker within daring eyes,
The poetics of nature linger within my fleeting guise.
Cigarette lips making me feel like I'm alright,
Begging out the best version of me tonight.
Proudly bringing this moment to it's crisis',
Free in the grasp of golden irises.
Torching the remnants of my minds manuscripts,
Warmer than the feeling I find between your hips.
Forgetting time and just thinking of you and me,
Because by morning I don't know who I'll be.
When I become a prisoner of my own indecision,
And confidence becomes subject to a hundred private derisions.
I'll pry and **** upon words that mean something,
Analyze until they're reduced to sweet nothings.
Meekly **** all traces of nerve and boldness,
Leaving only memory of a temporary indulgence.
That for you will soon hastily forget;
But I will hold as a lovely regret.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
crowds can call out derisions
to the ceilings echo the wages
of minnows shored
tales of your innocence
brightly sparkle
as diamonds culled
from oysters shelled
a vessel floated calls her name
it has set sail
along a closer destination
from thy port
speak as the devil might and
claim the rightly port to hull
survey the wind oh August wind
a September dawns
and memories can fade like women
waving from a shore
I wish for you to make
a wave of congratulations
but you sent missives
to my mate
I set sail a while ago
I float now
above any waves
the sea might try to sink
me into
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
There is an infinity
between the walls of this room
there is an ephemeral affinity
between midnight and noon
and the curtains at last
would bring rise to an absence
while the ceiling has seen
all our natural afflictions
derisions, incisions left lasting
from storms and from partings
given thoughts it would form
the most honest predictions
there is an infinity
between our vacant caresses
that exist yet only
when my mind digresses
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
If you take a chance and glance
Beyond that which is called
Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.
Seek justice ..but only for a system
That they rely on to maintain
. ......A status quo
A stagnant pool of nepotism
Slash latent schism
Where division...
....Trumps any decision
Where progress might find a foothold
Where justice demands they trust US
To control a destiny
Once promised on paper
That has been perverted
Diverted
Until it is now a point of such
Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
That it's acceptance
Is as routine
As the gavels banging
Or the detention door clanging
That it should rattle
To the very core
Any citizen
Who believes in the idea of
Freedom ,human rights
And the pursuit of happiness
Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
Especially when the acidic water
Of the shrinking pool
That we all inhabit.. has...
...Stopped breathing
And is slowly dying
While some keep denying
That anything is wrong
No need to believe
That trouble looms
On the horizon
So choked with smoke
That the sun struggles to deliver
Any promise --dusk or dawn
And troubled waters rise up
In rebellious consternation
Spilling into unfamiliar places
As it chases
Destitution onto higher ground
Of desperation
And alienation
Revelations will soon dictate
Maybe way ..way ..too late
That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
The status quo is all they know
Those who have the power
To pull the world together
But haven't got the will power
To do anything
That might cause them
To take a chance and glance
Beyond that which we call
An extenuating circumstance.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC