"diety" poems
I am the sly fox
Sacred and misleading
My spirit,
You worship
A treasured diety
Beautiful, though I am
I am horrible within
Tread carefully
Treat me with care
Or ignore me, if you so dare
I am the sly fox
Colorful and cruel
Loyal, though I am
Don't ever take me for a fool
My spirit
Is in the air
I can hear you
Anywhere
Don't underestimate
A wild fox
That can't be tamed
We are born to destroy
For, destruction flows through
Our veins
Be ever wary
Stay alert
Keep your voices
Hushed and unheard
The sly fox
Is on the loose
And knows of no boundary
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
For 939 years he is living
To live such a long long long life
I do not know if it is a curse or a blessing
Centuries swiftly passes somehow
Past to present, present to future
He was there before, he is here until now
Every death of friend or foe
He witnesses and will never forget
Left alone, soul is full of woe
The Goblin’s immortality
Was said to be a punishment
And never an eternal tranquility
The sword stuck in his heart
Is the key to death he longed for
Then only his life and misery will depart
It is only the Goblin’s bride
Can pull out the sword in his chest
So for centuries he searched for a wife
Until fate finally reveals itself
One look, ahh, a lovely bride he met
Sad love he utters to himself
This love will cause him death
But after a long time, it made him feel alive
Now he don’t want to lose his breath
But his choice will only bring demise
And his newly found happiness
Will only last until his bride dies
Pull out the sword, the Goblin will turn into ashes
Let him live and his bride will die
What a tragic story, love until one perishes
*“I have to disappear to make you smile
This is the decision I have to make,
I have to end my life”*
It was long ago planned by a diety
Immortality not a reward but a punishment
A sad love, it was their destiny
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
I have a habit
of hypnotizing myself
I like to put on my veil
a shroud of alteration
marry myself to the haze
again & again
I baptize everyday before I
light the world on fire
lose myself in the afterglow
live in the confusion
I love the girl who is
the sister of Leila, Ophelia, Astrid
o, Sweet Mother Mary
pray for me, stuck in melancholy
& losing ground
unity in Heaven's Rose
you are euphoria
mostly because I have
arranged my wills
to center & propel
those wills of yours
think for me
show me I can't live without you
can't
do for myself what you do for me
let's swim in the river
where I forget everything for a little while
enrapture me
all day every day all ways
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
MAHA SHIVA RATHRI
Truth, goodness and beauty are eternal trinity
They are the qualities of rarity and divinity
Today the Hindus celebrate maha shiva Rathri(the great night of goodness)
may this Hindu festival bring upon you all brightness and greatness!
Christians believe only Yahuwah as reality
Muslims regard only Allah as divinity
but Hindus believe that God dwells in every entity
and worship every plant, mountain, river as Diety
Atheists plead God as mere irrationality
but nobody can deny the trinity
which are more internal than external
God may not be truth
but truth is God
God may not be beauty
but beauty is God
God may not stand for goodness
but goodness is surely God
Let us all strive for the trinity
Truth, goodness and beauty
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:26 AM UTC
Melodious moonlight thy clear liquid spreads
painting all in lavender hue
and moistening lips wait for the kiss of your words, muse
You sing through her parted lips your cryptic hymns and poetry,
words wound together in strange nightly meter
that twist together and shift like tree limbs tangled
and petals cast down the stream
To bathe in the rippling water
and wait for clarity to wash away the rough edges of the mind
let the stones become smooth
and mind like bowstrings, taughtened.
But the crowds protest in collective indignation
all members chained together by common trepidation
lest altars crack under the weight of strange words
and the diety's light grows dim
they sharpen what was dull and loose arrows in laughing mirth
into bodies' crooked minds uninhibited and feet unshackled
The ones in the crowd yell with groans and laughter
but they groan also with the pain of what is constant death and birth... they are resigned to their tradition's lies
and perish ten thousand times.
Nascent generations yell out in incredulity until voices become hoarse and skin turns gray, resign themselves to murmur their insolence in dreams as they whither slowly away.
But the one who, in nighttime, sings
and bestowed by muse's mind, from human lips part
words and strange poems spoken blaspheme
will live but once and one day rest
by the shifting branches and on grass by trickling stream
and not by chain's clanking arrest.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
It all started here;
Some thirty students-
Minds controlled by their puppeteer,
Walked in clueless
My mind came colorful, progressive-
Only my beliefs sprouted!
The seed had already been expressive
Just- the stem was clouded
The renaissance fertilized the soil
Dry, cracked, barren, deprived;
Destitute of the benevolent oil-
Used to awaken thoughts: revived
But what truly blossomed my bud-
Were the French philosophes,
Who's blue, liberal blood-
Solidified my leftist approach
I have always been the optimist;
Through many deaths and rebirths-
I knew it wasn't the apocalypse,
And instead kept the beauty of earth
Because I filled my life with fascination,
My opinions bloomed:bright and rich.
The rain could not cleanse my veneration,
Not to a diety, but to my democratic itch
My petals are strong to hold bees-
Who cannot fly or make honey
It's my civic duty to fight this disease
That in life- one is subject to money
However, I am not just one of Paine's flowers,
I am an independent with liberal powers.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
Elaborate a little on the empty space.
canvas
Fill it with spills.
It all seems so accidental, did you bring your credentials?
Passwords linger throughout the discussions,
reason & recognize
Act with the valor of lightning and they will stumble like thunder... Timber.
Down falls another point on the pop chart.
Playing tic tac toe till the the tacs tic down by the toe, action falls into a drifting memory and crumples at the custodial hour.
Feet pounding time on the tiles
Repititions, turning inches to miles... Progress??
Does the diety of a paragraph outshine the novel drifter??
I mean, both read only one line at a time...
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
hi, how are you today?
i've broken every bone in my hand
writing you this letter
i've hidden away every past mistake
in the cushions of your puke green sofa
every broken promise from an ingrained diety
coffee cups and cutlery that i keep
as monument to one night spent with you
a thousand killing smiles and a hundred stolen kisses
i bend my knees and take a shot of clarity
the outline of dreams and IOUs
the place where awkward belongs
the sign of recovery hides in a dimly lit alley
***** and hungry and lonely and desperate.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
this love is now & new & once again
stabbing @ me like durga-like diety
with sweet golden daggers
an essential togetherness
teasing out of these odd surroundings
I was listening to Jack Kerouac on the way
home in his mad
bop rhapsody apocalypse
streaming out my speakers
while familiar streets crawl past
once again
I'm thinking
as the day old glum spread over me
& out to envelop all I see
how little different to be watching
seeing street signs all opening
into cul-de-sacs and open storefronts
paraded in the endless traffic flow
now bent slow over
feeding my cat crab cakes
that my mother made
myow myow, he goes
& I acknowledge
myow myow, he goes
& I answer
what?
what in god's name is
the matter with you?
myow myow
his solemn reply
licking @ a piece of
exposed claw meat
nestled among old bits
of dry brown kibble
how about this soul?
how about this life?
this sickness?
how about this always seeking I?
how about he music of my mind
in untraceable car rides alone?
wherefore to I wander
ceaselessly in search of what
wonders where I might be
born on the road of least descent
cat paws, grabs @ bottle caps on
grained wood table
my media
fizzles & searchlights
in my window
there is something I'm not facing
something inescapable, my love
like you
born of locusts in the dust, my love
like you
my weary dune-mother
how solemn are the tunes that run
thy face, o' mother and thy will
how broken are the lines upon thine
shining brow in bedroom windows
open to the world like peace
stolen in the sad glance I gaze @ everything
stolen is the cup I fill @ leaking kitchen
sink pipe strands of scent or bark
of neighbor dogs amusing grass flow
weather flowers under well I'm never
knowing what--I never will
no matter, all is well
another's all is nothing now
where knock goes streaming
crashing loud
like anvils in the rain
it's only me
how now, my dear contender?
like a shadow fallen into sound
how now the planets unwatered?
how now the roots are killed?
we all inhabit the same fears
how rabbit hides his smear
to give me a surprise
for me, none so dear
than the mystery
& April dies today
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
pieces of pain
fly into the crescent moon
we walk through the falling snow
storm and broken road
are we alive or just pretending?
wisdom of the nirvana
tell the mysterious diety
yellow grass and smoked old man
strong promises people made
promise it won't be breaking
seeking the shadow of your savior
survive the long cold night
with an eclipse
torn fall between us
pale lips with a cigarette
living our future in a ***** promise
lead me, surviver
to the end of this tunnel
standing in the rain to see the lights of the buildings
galaxy and hidden planet
walk to the flower shop
rose or jasmine
red with madness
or white with sadness
painting your soul with blood
(a.l)
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Where can start
With an Apollo heart
Where can I run
When chased by the moon and sun
An infinite race
With an Adonis face
A quick pace
In the presence of grace
Like Zeus I am powerful
Like Hades so sorrowful
With the temper of Aries
And as quick a wit as Hermes
I have an appetite so ravenous
Like kronos
And just as Dionysus
My parties are rapturous
So I find it difficult
Despite my piety
I believe I've failed
In finding one single
Equivalent diety
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
i have
some vague idea of
any possible universe
without any laws
designed by an idiot
designed by a diety
thinking of something much more abstract
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 9:57 AM UTC
Let’s dally in pain
coat ourselves in coal
as we await the apocalypse
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society
Let’s the emotional turmoil
become the boil that bursts
all the unhappy drafted chants
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society
All the clouds will burst
with chalks of clay
those chunks that mend
As we amend to a neutral
at the leyline of a sublime gift
where the interface of energy
draws attention to the waning moon
under the shear of unwanted hearsays
as such a time is drawing nigh
As their sacrifices drown the night
At the crossroads where ...... two wrongs never make a right
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Chronology Dynamo(Cogwheel Goddess)
Excogitation; twiddling my thumbs…
My eyes are glued to the soil beneath me; I shall sink into the mud.
The winds embrace my untimely surge of vain equations.
My metacarpals have contorted; supplication exhausts my soul.
“You my Goddess, who I look to for Time, yes Time and solace“.
“Thou shall not reveal to me vicissitudes of vernal decay”
“When shall the Great Harvest arrive?”
“I ask myself this oh Mother of Divine Infinity; Scythe of Era in the hands of thou.”
-When-
-When shall my flowering forth arrive from aegis wings?-
I sweat; I bleed; I murmur; I fade; I glow; “now what am I?”
Translucent in skin; hollow to the core; dying to warp through dimensions; lithe like a sylph.
Her diadem is one of metallic gears and bejeweled bolts; a Manufactured Diety of the Glorious Space and Time.
Her blade of mascara beautifies those who gaze upon her luminous needle lashes;
Her apparel that of disassembled clocks.
The sand of the hourglass composes her tears and blood; she bleeds out every second of wasted chronology.
Her corona is iridescent and she is one with The Universe.
“Ye shall not waste Time, yes, Time, for it is the essence to all things that are and all things that are not!”
She speaks to me as the nebulae around her glimmer, adorned with supernovae creating a phantasmagorical and celestial overload.
My eyes are clocked with sensory overload; so many colors and luminous neon lights.
“Before the collapse of Mother Earth; the Liminal Sphere, you must feed the Galaxies with the brilliance of your heart.”
-When the rivers of time run dry-
-Act-
-Do Not Wait…-
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:50 AM UTC
and tonight it is
the elder, mother god
of which i speak....
she snores and snuffles
in the lazyboy chair
slumped awkward
and sombulant,
akin to a ragdoll,
carelessly,
tossed aside,
after a day's hard play.
and it is in the cracks
and crinkles, both large and minute that craze and track
accross her well worn,
well loved face
that i see,
the god-dust...
lingering.
and as i gently,
place a woolen wrap
over her tired old body.
i take a moment...
to give thanks and
worship,
her hard earned diety.
and the mothergod...
slumbers, snoringly on.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
I want you to take this match
keep it close
and when the time comes
burn down everything in your path
it's all wicker to your flame
and if you leave them a single memory
they will never remember your name
carve yourself a giant
from the remnants
a diety to end all
assure no descendants ascend
from the ashes
as cobblestone falls
as steel and bones clash
when all hope is gone
it's you and that match.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
At first glimpse,
I shudder,
there is something in your face,
I almost recognize,
It's different now,
More articulate,
your eyes have become hollow and vacant,
Without spirit,
Haunting and hopeless,
no longer being seen as bestowed by a diety,
lifeless,
No longer illuminating a disheartened world,
Seeing too many unfavorable aspects of life,
drawn,
the light which once poured,
nightfall surrounds,
not of ignorance,
but from experience,
the secrecy of these shadows,
the rendered soul,
cause me to visit the unwelcomeness,
that I have known,
twilight touches my face,
as I step away from the mirror,
promising never to return.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
The marching cries of dark armies, the lambs breath halted by plumes of smoke and walls of flame
Ascend to the next plane, for this one has been scorched by hatred and malice, creatures of dread and pestilence rise from the ****** mud
In the primordial ooze of the human birth, crescendo’s of bashing hymns ring out in the echoes of gunshot blazes
Fires arise like an ignored diety, seeking its revenge
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
My sister has curly hair
From day one
She has cut and burned it at every chance
Her hair is dark and thick
Like our fathers
I wish I had his hair instead
I wish the follicles on my head
Wernt thin and brittle
And quick to fall
Would that make me a man?
My sister has a flat chest,
My ******* have been called the best
My family and friends alike
She calls her own chest, childlike
If we traded, and my breath was unstressed
If they fell from my body
Would that make me a man?
What an unjust God
Who would give us bodies
That did not fit our souls
What cruel diety
Would leave us feeling
So cramped
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
When I grow up
I want the world to be happy
Because as of now
It is not
For you see
This world is shrouded in hatred
And love can be bought
All around conveyed love is being traded for physicality
As the players get stronger
And the girl
She cried out to a diety
She doesnt even believe in
Because he left her
Broken
Bruised
And
Pregnant
Leaving her for another girl
One with a bigger rack
And ***
Even though she shook hers
Every night on stage
Baring her body for strangers
Only so when she goes home
He can unleash his rage
So she gives him her money
And he loosens his grip on her
Freshly
Dyed
Hair
Then he'll pretend to care
As he invests her money in his new Jordans
Instead of rehab for his
Crack head lover.
because he never loved her.
If he did He wouldnt be saying
"That baby isn't mine."
So he can spend more time
With the new girl by his side.
A girl who's snorting coke
And lets strangers hands
Travel up her bruised thighs
I Cant be happy seeing this world in this disgruntloed state
Because A young boy hangs up
A flowery dress in a closet full of
dusty skirts and heels
His moms attempt at making him
"Normal"
Because what you don't know is he was born a She
But she wants to be a he
And he doesnt know somewhere out there
A he wants to be a she
But they feel more alone
As their parents threaten to send them to camps
In failed attemps to make them
"Okay" In the eyes of
Their God
So he lays in bed
Blood pouring from his
Self inflicted wounds
One for every missed label
As they call him a her
Or he a she
But they don't see it
"It's just a pronoun right?"
Maybe to you
Because you haven't fought
your whole life
To be called something few
are open eyed enough to see you as.
But he can see it clearly
as he pins back his hair
and puts on his binder
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Oh those eyes;
innumerable amount of eyes.
Just following me.
Gazing at me. Staring at me. Glaring at me.
As if I were deformed;
a monster that doesn't meet
the quota for aesthetically pleasing.
As if I were a deviant;
fearing that they may the next victim
of whatever scheme I am concocting.
As if I were a cow
causing earthquakes with
each step I take.
As if I were a stick figure
recoiling at the slightest touch
for fear of the pain.
As if I were a diety.
Bold and beautiful
flowing gracefully across their path.
As if I were a genius.
Just waiting in line to hear
my views on the world.
Or maybe they're not following me at all.
Maybe they're looking right through me.
Straight past me.
They don't even notice me.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
As I review the periodic table of elements
I have resorted to some thing so Idiotic
That the scientist have adored the relevance
of some infantile youthful designation.
I wondered... if one hydrogen atom
became two in what state,
what would two hydrogens be in another state.
Shiftless bonds, or double 0 eight.
Is H2o oxygen or is it O2 in rain drops.
How exactly do I love your poetry.
Do I breath as do tears fall from my eyes.
Are we all spying in on the great love.
Does a capitol L make us doves?
Ive never had such a crush,
To turn down. How much of a hug
is a lie to another friend. Ive had so many
affairs. That the friar asked me to spell affiar again
aware of a fraudien slip.
I listed turned and down again I went as
I listened to my mother speaking to frenchmen.
The diety, the diet, the destruction of language, I just
stood there smiled and again I said... I wish you knew
what you were saying in Latin as the
holy spirit convenced him. She said in uncertain
latin, the angle (angel) condemed us to understanding demi gods
and taro cards from matter to benevolence.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
the postmodern condition is attempting to escape the human condition as defined by the parameters of capitalism through alternate realities that trigger a sense of isolation from the societal concept of individualism while bearing the constant struggle of utter loneliness and depression.
multitudinous humans undergo irrevocable mental conditions that originate from a lack of amazement even at a young age of a human being. we endlessly always try exploring the vast amounts of knowledge throughout this temporary universe that we seldom lack the instant epiphany to be grateful enough unto the infinite diety who created all of these realms that are defined in a circular universal matter called an earthbound planet known through the reputation from the appellation EARTH within seven days historically concerning the biblical creation reference.
this poem will make you think more and talk less to know what goes on around your circumambience everyday!
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
as life got harder
so did the drugs
held high
in reverence
and we too
hardened
toughened skin
callous indifference
it's all
so simple
when disinterest
res'mbles
the thimble
and through a canopy
tenaciously thick
no light shone on
the life below
although
the sick and sad,
they rejoiced
for in dark they
feel so at home
so alone
so alone
feeling without
the diety promised
to heal the devout
an eternal eclipse
and we thirst for the light
hunger to see
the clouds in the bright
or the stars in the night
here to starve
on this forest floor
parasites and predators
but never a friend
no friendly face
to recognize
see only gleaming eyes
repulsed by our own
and it feels so alone
how we tell
negatives repel
and there is no hope
for the hungry soul
out on its own
no climb
however far
could make it to the top
all who tried would drop
or else decide to stop
and would one break that canopy,
tenacious, thick, and tough
one finds the trick to all of it,
the sun is but a bluff
and would one break that canopy,
tencious, thick, and tough
one finds the trick to all of it,
the sun is but a bluff
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 5:20 AM UTC
Locked in lust with dreams of deception. Tricking my senses to believing she's right next to me. Waking up in the morning in search of her body, only to find a wet sheet and embarresment.
She is to be desired, with curves in her skirt that leave a man lustfuly wired.
She's got me wondering if she's better than desert? Cause my sweet tooth be aching everytime she's moving.
Temptation is clearly in the picture, capturing her essence and describing it as an addiction. Obscene pictures being conjured by the mind, if storing was possible, they would be filed under 'heavenly delight'.
An ****** diety in my temple, worshiping her body as the idol of perfection.
Viewing and inspecting her in class, drooling over my notes when she drops a pencil and picks it up infront of my desk.
Oh how i love to pass those tests, knowing she'll be watching when i'm applaud for being the best.
Will i ever make it into her life? Maybe if i do her homework she might just give me a chance.
Or better yet, even a smile.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 1:04 AM UTC