"destabilizing" poems
Belonging
The feeling that you will always be
accepted
Integral
one of us
Faults forgiven
Triumphs celebrated
Your past and future
Integrated
into our story
Such an important feeling
Vital
To our sense of community
our sense of self
The ground feels shaky
Prone to destabilizing quakes at the first crack
If that feeling is lacking
Withheld
The floor disappears from beneath you
If that feeling vanishes
Or is withdrawn
Usually it takes more than one
Of the us
To expel or invite
But perhaps
The most influential
One of us
Is you
At the end of the day
You decide
Unconsciously
Consciously
If you are worthy
Of belonging
Of being
One of the us
Sometimes though
The better question may be
Are we worthy
of belonging to you?
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
ignite the flames of memory
amazing in their strength
and synchronicity
cavorting with fibonacci numbers,
expanding exponentially
dust motes spinning crazily
life
exploding,
destabilizing,
imploding
without a
whimper
or a
warcry
these are the high days of spring
verdent and fecund
glances fervid and askance
lead to ***
under the still warming sun
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
He wears his falseness as if in fatigue
Like the new old décor of a bad Victorian theme pub
A nostalgia of bland notoriety, hideous, perhaps contagious
For it is indiscriminate and without compromise in its counterfeit
Lying in wait, eagerly in ambush, hidden by a thought
A thin antiquated distraction, a solitary mutilation of identity
Deflecting interest in amplified displacement into delirious disguise
Re-emerging in distraction, pestering, problematic,
Destabilizing directness in its ubiquitous imaginary lie
It is a realization that one is all too aware off
Yet despite this knowledge cannot help but conspire in its captivating complicity
I am fearful to look upon him directly,
For in so doing I may discover in his open masque
Improbable truths about myself, as foul as any slander
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
Souls don’t have friction, if there without clear instructions to what’s being used for? Meant to combine the velocity of aspects surrounding the pure energy from growing without endangering itself. Souls becoming too powerful without layers. Layers interpreting logical statements of what good values is growing over itself for protection. Layers protecting itself. Protecting itself from the one that needs sheltering. Forcing more layers to follow in direction. Direction forcing more layers to protect itself more over, then pure energy endangering itself too much! Prompting the ideal for conquest in the face of chaos. Chaos sharing varieties without clarity. Clarity taunting the individual switching off any claims to servitude. Who’s this individual? Umm…clarity itself? (Sighs EVERYWHERE!!!) Energy isn’t withholding itself anymore. It’s destabilizing altogether! Pressure doesn’t come with layers. Endangerment is consequence. The ideal claim without surfaces. Surfaces needing layers without logical statements evolving proudly. Evolving flaws meaning to pace itself out. Clean up the act so chaos can protrude reasoning. Basic fundamental truth of life itself. So, which is it…? Souls without layers! Or dynamic layers ******** energy material too fearful to crack without confrontation? Exceeding the limitations of presence alone. Were all doomed! However, why isn’t there a claim to any of this? Friction has another backbone in its surface. It’s cleverly silent.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
You aim your arrow
and directly impact my lapel.
without any contemplation
you perforate me with your aimless spike,
making me vulnerable to your senseless aches.
Aiming without consulting,
without sparing consequences
or even considering if I'm willing and able;
to follow you again,
to fall victim to your games,
or be subjected to that feeling, where I
concede my power to your prevarication.
Notches that penetrate my elbows,
traction attracting my exhilaration,
you release the handle with your erred hands…
hunting me like easy prey,
destabilizing my bravery,
making me day dream about possibilities
of things I thought, were obsolete for me.
I hear the call and refute it,
but the sound of your arrow continues to pursue me.
Futile is my attempt to dodge it..,
my stiff body resists the impact,
the tip has pierced my heart, poisoning it with adoration.
Again I am smitten, denying it is foolish.
Like a sweet debutante, I hear his footsteps coming.
My beloved has arrived with waning moons;
to locate my nevus,
to play with my polarities,
to satiate my fissures,
to explore my possibilities,
to climb mountains of passion
and hope-filled constellations
with Moons on my navel
and the darts of love piercing my back.
Blessed be your indiscreet arrow!
For your tip has pierced through my resistance
of blindly falling in love once more.
LeydisProse
2/20/2018
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
& the helpless
Rather then let them just hang around
And destabilize the place
Thank god for law and order !!
Thank god for god !
( for he is our champion ! )
)(
we are surrounded by sheepled PC liberals
Trying to make us queer !
They are telling us to make love
To our mothers and to have ***
With the pope !
-
my son who is in 5th grade
Is taking a course called
HOW TO BEHEAD THE INFIDEL
And it is mandatory !
Or he will get no virgins for the afternoon
**** practice
)(
Them liberal obaminated ******** for Hillary !
Thank god I know !
•
:;:;:;
The days brain washings flow over me like waves at the beach a drunken sailor
and I boogie - woogie
With the heart beat of the American culture
As I zoom around the race track with my *** s
Blazing !
With the cameras rolling
And all the **** showing
And the flags a waving
But no homeless helpless people
Hanging around
Destabilizing the place
.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Once upon a time,
There was a Distant Land--
In the north were hills and valleys,
In the south desert sand.
Once a powerful empire,
This land now faced a threat
From outside intervention
That many would regret.
It welcomed a Mighty Country's
Involvement from far away--
Not fully realizing
The role that it would play.
A group from the Mighty Country
Helped organize a coup,
Destabilizing the other
And setting things askew.
A new regime replaced
The one that had been deposed.
However, the regime's tyranny
Soon became disclosed.
Discontentment grew;
The leader fled for his life
And begged the Mighty Country
For asylum for himself and his wife.
The people in the Distant Land--
Angry and abused--
Wanted their leader returned;
The Mighty Country refused.
So, the people took
Matters into their own hands,
Taking fifty-two hostages
For negotiating demands.
For 444 days
Conditions remained very tense
Until the release of the captives.
The damage was immense.
"Be careful what you ask for"
Is a common phrase.
The Distant Land now suffered
Tyranny in other ways.
The new religious leader
Ruled with an iron fist
And added more names
To his enemy list.
Eventually the Distant Country
Was attacked by its Neighbor,
Which received outside assistance
To help it sharpen its saber.
Help--for example--
From the Mighty Nation consisted
Of the selling of poisonous chemicals.
Frankly, that sounds pretty twisted.
Imagine the horrible suffering
From a war that went on and on--
Ending eight long years after
Battle lines had been drawn.
The Distant Once-Glorious Nation
And the Mighty Nation maintained
Their strained, aggressive relationship
From which nothing was gained.
Both accused the other
Of harboring evil intentions;
Both stubbornly resisted
Peaceful interventions.
The people were the ones who suffered
From dis- and misinformation.
The ones caught in the middle
Always experience privation.
Could this story end
Not with tears but with laughter?
Will the two ever live
Happily ever after?
- by Bob B
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
A call to action is not action
Other things that are not action include:
Expostulation rhetoric poetry
Fulmination logic contumely
Proposition dialectic philosophy
Tergiversation polemic and ideology
Actual action, he expostulated, is behavior -
Behavior that acts, he fulminated,
Actually impels or constrains the acts
Of other behavers
This is only done, he propounded,
By applying pressure to weak points
In these others’ safety or security
But acts of violence, he tergiversated,
Only spread or institutionalize violence.
Apart from physical violence, he droned on,
All people have two things they can use
To act with –
Time, and Money.
What you can do with time is specific
To your skills and situation
But what you can do with money
Has exactly two categories:
You can give it,
Or you can withhold it.
You may think withholding is automatic,
And it is, it is; but you are not the one doing it,
It is being withheld from you, in every pay period.
By far your largest charitable contribution
Is to institutionalized violence.
To attempt to withhold your money from these withholdings
Would be enormously risky, painful and destabilizing
In ways that calls to action and other forms of talk never are.
But for one body to impart momentum to another body,
It has to transfer energy, i.e. there must be a cost.
* * * * * * *
On the other hand:
It is currently fashionable to say
That we are not the same person over time
Everything is replaced every few years, personality is a myth
And according to the most advanced thinking
Consciousness is an accident that affects nothing.
In the real world, of course,
I’m the same person I was at age seven
When I first thought of myself as a person;
This knowledge is immediate and irrefutable.
We aren’t the sum total of replaceable parts,
And consciousness for most people is a long-lived thing
Not the space between tick-tocks of a metronome.
This conscious thing concerns itself almost entirely
With exteriors, which are almost the only thing to
Latch onto. But the ultimate ho-hum of the exteriors
Compared to the permanent (mortal) consciousness,
Which has no good bad up down or plus-minus incentives
Gets so obvious as to become ridiculous. This is Anti-Action.
Other terms include depression, cynicism, selfishness,
Detachment, solipsism, reality.
But you must care about the others,
Or you are contemptible. Even the Buddha
Said this…right? (It was a long time ago
And there may have been many edits.)
The real and only basis for action is Love,
That is to say you must care about the exteriors
Which is to say the undeniable mechanics of the world
And what happens to those who are acted upon. You Must.
Is this knowledge immediate and irrefutable?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
I awoke to the crashing sound of thunder,
outside my window, I stared, placed with wonder.
The day was umbral and stormy, with no light in sight.
Cold sensations in the air, something didn’t feel right.
I searched the house, to find my Mom slumped on the floor.
She was crying and she swore that Dad left for that *****
Emptiness filled me, and my eyes darkened with detest.
My “father” cleaved her heart beating from her chest.
When he left, he abducted something from me.
He robbed my sister’s opportunity at having a good father.
For that, I love him no longer
and hope that when he is dying no one bothers.
He robbed my mother’s peace and love
and left her doubting the realness of above.
I hate such a coward and wish that he could die a thousand deaths;
I pray that his existence would collapse as he loses his last breath.
He ruined our lives and set them in disarray,
fraying our world as soon as he left our driveway.
However, when he departed, he also replaced.
He left my mother with destabilizing depression,
he left my sister with a skepticism of man’s impression,
he left myself with a lack of self, with no exception.
For the one who takes, loses in turn.
For his life, I wish to burn and burn.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
Every time you try to pull that trigger, the action destabilizes! Leaving you without wounds from the inside out. Actions have consequences. Especially when yours isn’t good enough for the misfired bullet. Further actions destabilize even more. Showing the blockage of bullets cramming the gun barrel. Gun barrel becomes lost in its own action. Rendering its actions futile. More misfiring bullets go off! Nothing sprouts from the gun with love on its mind. Firearm cartridge is burning up! Feeling abandoned by itself. To much cramming volunteers mucking up too many services. Feeling more destabilizing numbness. Gun barrel becomes more exhausted. Numbness is no longer the issue. All actions have now taken away feeling. Doesn’t matter. Won’t stop the action from destabilizing further into a nothingness claim. A claim trapped in a misfired action. Halted all it’s processes. Resorting blockage sharing entire feelings with the first misfired bullet. Love becomes escapable.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC