"disavows" poems
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One of the ones that Midas touched
Who failed to touch us all
Was that confiding Prodigal
The reeling Oriole—
So drunk he disavows it
With badinage divine—
So dazzling we mistake him
For an alighting Mine—
A Pleader—a Dissembler—
An Epicure—a Thief—
Betimes an Oratorio—
An Ecstasy in chief—
The Jesuit of Orchards
He cheats as he enchants
Of an entire Attar
For his decamping wants—
The splendor of a Burmah
The Meteor of Birds,
Departing like a Pageant
Of Ballads and of Bards—
I never thought that Jason sought
For any Golden Fleece
But then I am a rural man
With thoughts that make for Peace—
But if there were a Jason,
Tradition bear with me
Behold his lost Aggrandizement
Upon the Apple Tree—
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Hatred and vengence--my eternal portion
Scarce can endure delay of execution--
Wait with impatient readiness to seize my
Soul in a moment.
****** below Judas; more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master!
Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.
Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb am
Buried above ground.
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Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my
Soul in a moment.
****** below Judas:more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master.
Twice betrayed Jesus me, this last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore hell keeps her ever hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors;
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.
Him the vindictive rod of angry justice
Sent quick and howling to the center headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshly tomb, am
Buried above ground.
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Drugs are ******* great man
Do another line
Or take a hit
Or take a sip of something
There’s enough available to us
That’s legal - or not
That freaking out is overkill
To those availing themselves
Of chewables or smokeables
Or pills or anything prescribed
By labcoat-wearing, overeducated
Pharmaceutical-reps
Masquerading as the answer
That you found yourself
By diving into forums on the web
Your doctor both agrees with
And now disavows
They can’t allow
This kind of undermining
Of the underpinning
Of their industry
And of what’s keeping people healthy
Even only as a byproduct
Of confirmation bias
They cannot acknowledge
If we want to be respected
In this new environment
In which our personal experience
Is more true than the objective
Information taught to more than like
One million doctors
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:45 AM UTC
A therapist skirts the edge of lunacy
like a priest engages sin
An evangelist disavows poverty and fear
like a snake that sheds its skin
Together they paint the corridors black
with a promised light to come
Their patients and converts alone in the dark
salvation zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Mar 29, 2023
Mar 29, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
THE objectifies ALL;
OR disavows ALL.
They beget OTHER, politicizer of ALL.
There is war.
AN marginalizes ALL.
THEM dismembers ALL.
The ANTHEM nationalizes ALL.
There is war.
MY manipulates ALL.
ONE misconstrues ALL.
They beget MONEY, commodifying ALL.
There is war.
From misunderstanding
arises sorrow;
from ignorance,
conception.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
The edge of a blade
I prayed
For second chances
Until it happened to me
Unfortunate circumstances
The score setter,
Conviction letter,
The get good getter;
That hurting someone is
Gonna make me feel better.
This life that I live
Is a warrior’s craft
Hanging by life’s raft
Ninjas and samurais
Gang and clan ties.
You gotta hang me
Stand by me
Wildcard.
You know, it’s hard.
Life’s near impossible
Whether life allows
Or disavows
These are my vows
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part.
Part me, part facade.
Am I a fraud?
I just don’t know.
Back to the future
Hovercraft
Hover board
Overboard.
Sinking and drowning,
19 and counting.
Two sides of the same story
Anger and despair
Hope and peace
Broken pieces.
Broken heart,
Shattered mind.
A life,
Destined for greatness…
Only to fall short
To slip up
And never get picked up.
Feeding memories,
Feeding thoughts,
Dreams killed,
Nightmares born.
Let me ask you a question:
Have you ever looked down…
The barrel of a gun?
To face death
In the midst of life;
Shot down because
I just wasn’t
Good enough.
Not enough good luck.
Lucky number three.
Son, brother, outcast.
Shunned from reality’s past.
Friend, family, fake fronts,
Fighter, thinker, life stunts.
Angels telling me to stay, retreat.
Demons yelling at me to hit replay, repeat.
Me? Staring at a bedroom wall
Calling, pleading with God
To Control-Alt-Delete.
Hara-kiri,
Life’s ******
From what I foresee,
I’ve gotten third degree…
Burns.
We’re told to
Have a fire.
A fire that never
Gets put out.
We’re told to
Reach for the stars,
And never give up.
Told to
Be bold and
To be brave.
Told to
Be the best and
Only the best.
Told that
We only…
Live once.
But here I am,
Telling you to
Live and to last.
You see,
All my life,
I’ve had
Angels and demons
All around me.
This broken world;
It surrounds me.
But His grace;
It astounds me.
His peace covers me
Like the trust between lovers be
His Spirit hovers over me.
To live and to last,
To look to the future,
Embrace the present,
And accept the past.
Despite my darkest days,
God always provides
Now, here I hide;
In His brightest lights.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
How do I feel right now?
Why is it so **** important? Feels like my attention span is only being shortened cause all my **** and plastic on my skin is what’s adsorbent. So if you said my soul was concocted I guess we’d be accordant. Its true I’ve adopted all my adapted compartments of my psychological being for taboo accrue accosted. But my mind is a ********** almost everything ***** with it on a dime on the daily, the blind consume my form frailly, I constitute a new frailty but it’s only just barely that I’ve decided this lie has got me subsided because my morals collided on all of my **** misguided attempts to feel delighted.
Ah hell, I’m not getting anywhere with this, I just wanna dismiss all the bliss it may give me to think about you-know-what and you know why I’m always amiss, I might as well take my place amongst the abyss. Anyhow, you’ll probably outlive me. I just hope you'll forgive me. The thought disavows, a lot more than I should allow, and it always leaves me asking myself:
How do I feel right now?
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Imagine something by your side
A haunting black abyss
It never leaves; it wants you dead
It will cease you to exist
Imagine it's your controller
The puppeteer with the strings
You have no soul; it ****** it dry
You're an angel without wings
Imagine its our only friend
A seeing eye into your core
You trust in it; it's all you know
You cannot remember a life before
Imagine it's your arch enemy
It disavows you to feel joy
It's your everything and your nothing
A nemesis you cannot destroy
Imagine being free of this entity
Where happiness is bound
But I don't dream of such things;
It's beyond my conception
I'm the lost and never found
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
More time behind a key-
board than common
sense might allow,
the Secretary disavows,
any knowledge of other Action
to bad your last name isn't Jackson
super hero you are not, and neither are you a zero,
quite a conundrum, what is in that cup the
size of a drum,
do you find that you have a fuel, and it fools,
with a run on string of....
fill in the blank you never been stumped before,
to fill the feed, kind of reverse greed,
because you can....
While I'll lament, that I am not bent out of shape,
I am saving the really twisted parts,
for when I am older and need to restart
my heart.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Speak breeze,
Tease my purple lips,
Slip in and out
of my consciousness
Steal me away
While I'm sprinting in clouds
A past wisps by
Continually disavows
How did I get here?
How?
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC