"disclaim" poems
We know desire is never just,
That thing which want which we discussed,
We would not want to destroy trust,
But what we feel is lust.
Pure lust.
Just lust.
Emotionally quite non-plussed,
We do the deeds that breed disgust,
When dreaming dreams that turn to dust,
On coming face to face with lust.
Pure lust.
Just lust.
We take deep breaths, try to adjust,
Resolve of iron turns to rust,
Although our heart strings are tight trussed,
We know that it is lust.
Pure lust.
Just lust.
Our feelings tell us that we must,
Accept this thing upon us ******
But deep inside we cannot trust,
This thing we know is lust.
Pure lust.
Just lust.
But we say we shall not be rushed,
Disclaim emotion, quite august,
And we have therefore’d, so’d and thus’d,
But honestly: we know it’s lust.
Pure lust.
Just lust
So, shall we take it all on trust?
Enjoy the deeply desired ******
Of pure emotion, warnings shushed,
And give our bodies up to lust?
Pure lust?
Just lust!
I lust!
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 6:30 AM UTC
Forgive me father,
for I am Sin
and I am here
to take you in.
Its been thirty years
since my last confession,
but mere moments
since your last transgression.
and though you thought
all had gone unseen,
your hands and soul
remain unclean.
You took
our Father's Sacred Trust,
and through it proclaimed
yourself as just.
And, while children,
yes, they will believe,
**the eyes of mine
you can't deceive!**
I know what you did
and you know to who,
and I'll not let you
draw the curtain through.
Your crimes,
these I will expose;
For my friend,
the victim no one knows.
No one knows him,
because he's dead.
because of you.
Because he bled.
You see,
he thought he
was just a boy.
Not some secret to destroy.
So,
it didn't make sense to him to live,
because of what you said
and what you did.
But, don't you ever believe
that Our Lord allows
men like you to break these vows,
and then disclaim
and then rebuke
a boy who dared to speak the truth.
You watched as a child sank and died
and to the Courts, how loudly you denied.
But,
don't believe that I am ever fooled,
and my vengeance will not be overruled.
For I am Sin,
and I don't care how much you cry.
My Hell awaits the day you die.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
I always get up early. Early, early, early and it’s Saturday morning. So I scooted over to “Donut Crazy” and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I’m NOT suicidal.)
At 8am, I’m in the suite common area, on the couch, binging “Ladybug and Cat Noir” on my iPad and I realize that Leong, one of my suitemates, is sipping her coffee and staring at me like I’m a bad pet. I look around to find myself sitting in a shower of confectioners’ sugar speckles.
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” I disclaim.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
Man. Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then control
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To Thy wretch so full of stains,
What delight or hope remains?
Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine,
Thine the poise and measure?
If I say, ‘Thou shalt be Mine,’
Finger not My treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, only He
Who for man was sold can see;
That transferr’d th’ accounts to Me.
Man. But as I can see no merit
Leading to this favour,
So the way to fit me for it
Is beyond my savour.
As the reason, then, is Thine,
So the way is none of mine;
I disclaim the whole design;
Sin disclaims and I resign.
Saviour. That is all: if that I could
Get without repining;
And My clay, My creature, would
Follow My resigning;
That as I did freely part
With My glory and desert,
Left all joys to feel all smart——
Man. Ah, no more! Thou break’st my heart!
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I heard the rushing wind in the calmest air
Loudly whispering
Unemotional words spoken through many tears
Flying freely
With no wings
The present time became bygone
Dedicatedly detached
A light of darkness lit up bright shadows
Well suited
In mismatch
Opposing allies fought for hostile peace
Calling light the same
Agitation dwelled in tranquility
All their calmness
Spoke disclaim
Harmony was found within a tempest
Coordinated discord
The rushing wind screamed out quietly
Time as they knew it
Was no more
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
Some of you go so far as to disclaim any ability to find you, but I've got you.
(sonnet #MMDCCXCV)
Dare claim your writing does not breathe a strain
Of your dear essence: to be fooled. Thereby
Petrarca's soul distills its fervour aye;
And Wyatt cool good sense; while Surrey feign
With mildest touch and Spenser's pure refrain,
Sweet Shakespeare beauing hearts, dare cry
Amain. From Milton's kingly strength's reply
To Wordsworth's cold hauteur, yea come again?
Twas Samuel Taylor Coleridge roused me
To think afresh, his lively fancy through
Each line with his impress. From Shelley's plea
To Keats' indulgence, Missus Browning's blue
Yet mystic charm, don't think all cannot see.
You don't know me? But ah, I do know you.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
the lovely picture window (always the same, always different)
There are painters who must,
having found the place, must,
repaint it, compelled to repeat it,
each a variant, yet always the same,
always different
I awake to a perspective that is wide,
always differentiated from the prior,
always almost similar, but never with
the same exactitude, differing attitude,
same longitude, identical latitude,
always different
horizon distanced, in all ways a view
encompassing, duality near, far distant,
harmoniously, eyes open, magnetized
to wake before 6am by the suns modesty,
first light, first clarity, a curtain risen, yet,
always different
am I so blessed or thus cursed, for the urge
to disclaim and ode, compose and thus self-
decompose, analyze, reflect, slice apart, needing
the comprehensive understanding this me/place
scripts the raw appreciation, daily differentiated
always the same
this peaceful venue seizures, chest calmly
pounding at the insistence it commands,
the price I must pay for the prize to praise,
to sing, weep, reward restful sleep with lyrics
eked out, pouring, unsustainable yet finished,
always different
a single May Iris, returns, born from a torrential,
thunder, lightning, sky mayhem, rises by a sundial
greets midst a planted clump, upright rises, lavender,
in a majestic solitary, absent but a day prior, yet mine eyes
failed to witness its discernible emerging birthing creation,
always different,
always the same
here, I am Iris too, always the same, a day aged,
but the differences minute but stolid actualized,
this overnight sensation, my body’s restoration,
what I visualize, indivisible, now visible, realized,
miracle of continuity, unchanging chained change,
always different ,
always the same
wonder, am I more blessed, or a s~lightly cursed being,
my breath restored, wet eyes full brimming, changed,
revived but always modified, a newer old man, whose
sum total always a different number, but in sequential,
compelled to confess, no understanding of this miracle,
always the same,
always different,
this daily visionary miracle
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Fri May 24
2024
Silver Beach,
Shelter Island
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 6:53 AM UTC
I gave you what you needed,
To set the sparks we breathed,
But that was never enough for you,
When it was enough for me.
We used to flame the ground,
Dirt now liked in ash,
We started the biggest wildfire,
but the flames could never last.
Yeah,we made a wildfire,smoke lit the sky,
But it all cleared up,when you left my life.
Now you're gone,the fires died down,
And im ashes in the rubble of remains.
I nolonger smell the lovely scent of the smoke you created,
Barbeque cookout in the middle of July,
Now all I smell is gasoline from your decent to flee away,
Without a goodbye or any say.
I nolonger feel the heat of your skin that'd keep me warm at night,
It's all dark and cold and scary,dont have your fire as a light.
I don't have the confidence I used to have,
you set the flame and burned it out,
Wonder if livin without cha is worth it.
My sky is clear for me while it's smoke for someone else,
?eft my prairie of daises and roses for a forest of trees and elk.
I have no more flames with me,theyre for another land,
But I wish you could disclaim it,come back,
Give me a chance.
Yeah,we used to make wildfires,
And smoke would light the sky,
And even though the fires gone,m
My love for you still burns on,
And my sparks seen by every eye.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
I'll have a bite
To eat -
A cup of wine,
Some broken bread;
Set them all at ease.
I should sit and wash
My feet -
A water bowl,
A ragged towel;
Clean off the dust
From off the street.
I'll disclaim
I'm a traitor,
Run to temple,
Hang out later.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
when I disclaim that
there be no poem today
I suggest you
put me in the dock,
hit the chess clock,
to time the length
tween my lies
sit me down in
the witness stand,
to better see
the holes in me,
from which word seepage,
grey matter leakage,
blackened white slush mush,
covers my face and hands,
and with fingers splayed
in the V
of a Spock like Cohenic blessing,
I make
my beginning and ending
Commencement Speech,
a recitation of incantations,
an eye on the pyramid inspiration
of cockeyed cantorial hymnations
Like this:
there is only one Godhead
that the spirits that allow me
breathing space in this world
and the one yet to come,
demand of me, worship -
It would be at the altar
of momentary fears
that clarify the whole,
the unifying principle,
that my blinded eyes,
my Pharaoh hardened heart,
my closed and deafened ears
see, soften and hear and believe!
I am slave to the
Gods of Poetry,
their truth, my lies,
stirred in one ***
and as I live and breathe
I am rewired
with a new poem every day,
an addict who cannot obey,
who cannot afford to pay
the judicial costs
of the cease and desist order
of his own common sense
Jan 2, 2011 10:05 AM
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
Consumed by the flames
By the flames
Start the fire, I need you to feel this
As high as it can go, I need to feel it
Light the fire, you want me to feel this
We want to see how high we can go
We want to be consumed by the flames
Take a risk, make a wish
Until then, stay cool
After this, you will never be the same
This isn't right, I close my eyes
Prepare myself for the falling sky
I caused so much harm, I don't know why
I've had my lows, I had my highs
I did my best, now I return
With a clean slate and a lesson learned
I've been mocked, betrayed and scorned
But now I know everything can burn
Consumed by the flames
Take aim
Take blame
Play games
Cause pain
Call names
Make claims
Suppressing feelings, I'm going numb
I can't eat, sleep or see where your coming from
I try to excite myself, lust and near death's never help
I accept death and **** life and the hand I'm dealt
I've ignored the truth, avoided responsibility
But it's in the back of my mind kicking constantly
Now it's time do pay my do's I'm through with tries
I refuse to come back with a consolation prize
Consumed by the flames
Be tamed
Break chains
Disclaim
Proclaim
Insane
No shame
Turn it up, let them watch
Turn me out, I can't be stopped
Nowhere else to go, carrying my woes
Turning into someone I don't even know
Just paying back everything I owe
I've come this far, so
I've come this far
Let the flames consume me
In vain
Fast lane
Life's strain
Constrain
Left brain
Profane
I should have listened
But hear me now
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
this is a portrait of a painter painting a duck,
and as an honest man, i must disclaim
i am no painter, no wordsmith, not even a back-alley beautician
or smoker drawing letters in the air.
i'm a man, a not short nor tall nor distinctive in any other way
utterly invisible. however, as an honest man, i need to say
you are the sole, indescribable, incredible wonder of this park.
you're tall, i think, slim like the long-stemmed brushes you balance between your fingers,
and i think i hear you sing
as you paint that duck, that undistinctive, ordinary,
incredibly lucky duck.
i don't think it knows how lucky it is to have your gaze,
to be captured, immortalized, in your clever fingers.
it quacks off-beat and without thought, and i think,
"for shame, duck, bad on you"
because even someone as naturally invisible as me
knows when to appreciate a spotlight.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
She wants to wax artistic
Her audience so rapt
Are watching every movement
As something in her snaps.
She raises up the scalpel
Her canvas takes the brunt
Of artistry in temper,
Of truth she daren't confront.
Her pencil lead stabs slowly
In repetition bland
It draws out lines, it stabs out points
Misguided by her hand.
She lifts her palette higher
As red ink starts to dash
Down lines made by the pencil
On the canvas she has slashed.
She's showing her life story
For she knows no words to say
What the horrors are that taunt her,
Flaunt her, haunt her every day.
She spills a can of petrol,
She lights a tiny match
And down her canvas one last time
Her fingernails scratch.
She throws it in the fire
And she dances round the flames
Crying, screaming and repeating:
"My life story I disclaim!"
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
is quite different from which I imagined her to be.
A little unorthodox, her grey lines pile up and the path chosen for me
even holds a touch of colour. The red seeping from the pebbles
becomes a rather dangerous flood. I had never believed she might use blood when the dice I had rolled landed on a double six. To most, it would seem her sense of luck is sick. Now, poor Lady Luck has been addressed most rudely with the vilest names by those who claim her to have switched with a wicked cousin. The have linked her name with Curse, Misfortune, even Hopelessness at times, oft because their eyes have dulled and they insist on the sun to shine. Ignored on the days of mist, I wouldn't blame her should she leave. For most of the used disclaim her aid if the Lady comes not with ease.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
The skies burn red as the flames arise
The black clouds fly which is to no surprise
The dead have fallen beneath the ground
Only to be found by some pesky hound
The flames roar with laughter of the devil
The sky is ready to cry to clean off the shovel
The rain begins to fall slowly
As the world is lonely
The world is full of pain
This is impossible to disclaim
For it is true in every way
Some day we will all have to pay-
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
but fear is eager to feed the one, while love knows only of feeding the many, so why is jealousy the ugly twin of love, when fear dispatches questions with audacity to disclaim an antonym partner; for with fear feeding the one, there's love feeding the many: as is due the parenting of the twins jealousy and audacity, jealousy synonymous with love became the crucifix; for it is fear that guides the feeding of the one, and allows love the harvest of feeding the many.
when you see it,
the great red dragon
and the beast from the sea painting
by william blake (i'm still searching for
that prized maxim of):
there are more stars than the grains
of sand on the beaches of all of earth -
well... looks like a pretty vacant void to me
where content with the blue but not content
with the darkness faking the number of stars
citing many stars in the wilderness of australia...
and you wonder at my addiction
to ******* videos and admiration
of ******* beauty and the contentment
of female eyes and my own predicament
of an acne-riddled phallus... well, that
makes two monks and glass eyes of dolls reflecting me,
why the only beauty implanted in me
was worth a pristine skin,
and you might consider standing naked
next to me - but of course the juicy parts
of the story would make me a serial killer -
rather than loving animals above humans,
but then loving animals above humans
made me more dehumanising -
not ready to write a vegan manifesto;
thank god i didn't shackle up with her
until she got bored and bore my children
and the law of the land told me to pay
alimony.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Cautious where my heart's placed,
careful where I show face,
when we reach the final lap,
start to see the true pace.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Jew wish to share the good fortunes,
the gossip makes the muzzle tight,
First you hear a lot of bark,
waiting till you bear the bite.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Can't always be right or liked,
the pallbearer to one who digs their own grave,
can't liberate one who sees freedom in chains,
Let me disclaim that I'm often the same,
I'll pause the refrain.
Starting to see a pattern feeling like an omnibus,
getting harder to know who to trust,
fool me twice shame on both of us,
I needed real ones to get me out my slum,
better wounds from friends than enemy hisses,
the certainty of a brides than volatile mistresses.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Bottom line is teeth are bones,
many playing an act like clones,
standing in glass yet throwing stones,
friends are few but fear is fatal,
thread between child-like and childish,
faith is so neonatal.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
Learning where to seek applause,
not trying to make enemies without a cause,
best to make amigos but never know who i might offset when i take off,
need discernment to see the cain while I'm still able,
cause even if my blood cries,
I know it's been paid for.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.
"When Christ calls a man he bids him to die."
Though it doesn't sound like the most bonne offer it takes away the fear of the grave,
grace would have a hollow cost if no price was paid,
the hand of ****** would still leave a thirst for retribution,
Dietrich knew the true ruler of the people,
the one who holds the keys,
which is why he confidently said before he was sent to be hung for protecting the young,
"this is the end – for me the beginning of life."
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 12:06 AM UTC
Defrost the cost of borders being crossed, the cross get tossed in the land of the lost, who's the boss and who's lost in the sauce, at a loss, up and down and across -- what do you choose, whose clues do you use, do you cruise beneath the news views, you choose to confuse as you choose, you choose to confuse, so you lose -- what's the name of this game the same claim to fame, the flame turns to shame and you disclaim the lame, became the blame to proclaim that came -- new turn to burn the urn of ill concern, too late to stir the churn of no return, you earn what you learn the spurn comes so stern -- you must leap to keep off the heap, don't keep sheep that you won't reap, don't sleep or weep it's steep but it's deep -- don't let the rain dampen your gain, the strain of pain can drive you insane, you catch the train to break the chain, to stake a claim, and make it to the plane, maintain a frame in the main lane, clean up the stain left to remain
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
down at the VA, ping pong, he would play
smiling the while, perfecting his style
shriveled and gaunt, by night and by day
to God does he pray, to take him away
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
nevermore now, he doesn't know how
vacant and grey, to exit the fray
leaving no mark, eyes, simple and dark
the docs did disclaim, we're not to blame
As
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
everyone knows
he ain't coming back
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
End scene on the Neogene
Where life-distort systems sustain
The epidemic apathy
The superficial philistine
Degeneration entertain
Apocalypse obscenity
When everything's a ******* screen
Explicit content can't disclaim
The creds will roll mentality
Director's cutting guillotine
Makes severed heads and zombie brains
Of our inane humanity
One more cliche inaction scene
Exit stage fright for Pleistocene
Where anti-social norms have changed
The prof pic of society
To this no-filtered drama queen
Waging a twitter war complain
On photobombing refugee
Hashtag #unfriendthistrendregime
Unfollow Insta-claims to fame
Of Snap-storied conformity
Emoticon artists convene
To sell their Tinder-kindled pain
For likes and robot empathy
Dead to the world as they live stream
Brief Intermission Holocene
Where modern man is just a game
Of media monopoly
Rich Uncle's *** of Disney schemes
Pinochhio's nose, knows no shame
When Apple's poison byte comes free
With Mickey Mouse ABC themes
No Goofy Fox News hound can tame
The Lion King Plutocracy
As talk show ghosts in the machine
Project deceptive astral plains
Phantasmic family tv
What's real is once upon a dream
Final act Anthropocene
Where we're all dropping acid rain
In puff-puff gas complacent-sea
Raising the level of morphine
Numbing denial river veins
To drown the truth in ecstasy
From alcoholic gasoline
That's sold dirt cheap like frack *******
By FDA approved decree
So patch it up with nicotine
And then OD on pure disdain
For sober, bleak reality
An age of addicts on drug screens
Let curtains fall to wipe us clean
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
There are things to worry
See in a hurry or a blurry
Move or push in a scurry
Yes even thoughts to bury
But a false premise builder
Often strikes match flash light
Whoa oh how bright oh bright
Let shine and blind bewilder
Imbedding their charges against others to come
Looking at the world in black or white smothers to some
Whispering character assassinations
Then twist and turn and speaking bass drum
Punches, scream oh no accept reply
Dive swim down deep pressure diving
Breaststroke splash splash accusation conniving
Slow blow mean demean, all to be sight unseen
Hide hide, what you?
Hey say, are often the hiders themselves
A skew, how shrew, the essence, yes the crux
Full one side story oh there is never
Force grab oh don’t push neither left nor right lever
Oh middle lever free is never to be oh unfree decree
Everyone forever on the mend
Though never even a soft only a hardened bend
Why oh why, why not to me now unfriend?
Try I to comprehend!
I trip tripness darkness spread
So must free flow words here this letterhead
Mind fever drugging underflow
No not no not yes knot oh complete knot tightening blow
Cheers, punch gut to me inner character assassination
My heart covered by trepidation
Fast forward roundabout rewind harsh lamentation
One sided black or white, out of spite and protection might
Middle ground oh of constant unbound
Oh why middle never to be truly found
To the mirror is the appearer
And yes all humanity can be vanity
So seek sanity says *** to kettle
Oh what, is there nothing to settle?
As member of humanity I am
Realize hurt I may have caused
Though not mal-intended
Yes not so intended to those befriended
Though deep down result is same
I neither disclaim my blame nor take crooked aim
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
What's the point anymore!
What's the point of me telling my story when you you tell it for me
Making it seem like I'm just this bad guy
What's the point anymore!
What's the point of me trying to make a good first impression when the whole words thinks they know me before I know they exist
When the truth is they only know the BS story you manage to tell them
What's the point anymore!
What's the point of me attempting to do anything when the whole world thinks I'm a *****
Then when I prove I can do something it only gets ten times worse
What's the point anymore!
What's the point saying I care about something when you automatically think how you can use that against me
Hint that's where I don't care came from
Then you wonder why I decided to keep my mouth shut
Why I completely detached myself from the outside world
Just going M.I.A. both physically and mentally
You wonder why I don't tell you anything that goes on my life anymore
As you attempt to ask how was my day
Funny how life works out right
You wonder why I have a major problem with authority
Why I find it so difficult to trust anyone
Why I try so hard to disclaim you and my entire family
It just hurts
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Lucid is better, so better be lucid?
Discernible ‘yes’ from word-keeps on high
Merriam says it’s clear thinking between
--confusion (sounds bad), or insanity (worse)
Those on the edges can feel what I mean
Our grand word-keeps really must justify
The mean in this meaning,
out-bounded by boundary,
lined-out by this outline,
now liminal quandary
Lucid is better, so better be lucid?
Webster, my friend, have you deep-thought this through?
Sanction is clear from this definite frame
-- English agrees, but is that important?
English is not the sole tongue in the game
Here is a series of queries for you
Can you margin it all out?
The hurt and the fallout?
For people who crawl out
adrift from your callout?
Not-lucid has rescued me more times than countable
And really not-lucid has caught me mid-fall
Through memory patches of pain insurmountable
Muddling dull was the best break of all
The cogent, coherent, and clean-comprehensible
Can open tight screw-capped emotional stores
Unprocessed experience, only defensible
By wool-wrapping windows, and baffling doors
Lucid is better, so better be lucid?
Politely diverge from Merriam’s word
Webster’s position humanely disclaim
--Gratitude-pour over fuzzy and haze
Cloud-foggy, mind-misty, heavy, mush-brain
Rational praised, but when needed, deferred
Hail shields of deep feeling
all lucid-real reeling
rewinding revealing
to heel allows healing
‘Lucid? Not always’ the kindly refrain
Outsiders rest on the inside again
And never confuse, confused and insane
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
We are all the same in so many ways
Having the same game
Just trying to lay claim
All our backs up against the wall
Day to day trying not to fall
Keeping our heads up just to walk to tall
We are all the same
So many of us having the same name
Maybe looking for someone else to blame
And looking for just a little fame
We all bleed red
Right up until the time we are dead
Which is something we all dread
But it is ahead
We are all the same
Looking for a flame
Not wanting anything to disclaim
Sure not framed
We are just trying to live
Maybe wanting to give
Needing to forgive
Maybe sometimes wanting to relive
White, Black, Gay or Straight
When you see me
I will see you
We are all the same
That is something we all need to claim .........
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC