"distrub" poems
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen
I had converted, or excuseless been:
For each birth of thy muse to after-times
Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes.
First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee,
Once by they Love, next by Poetry;
Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence:
Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence.
So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here,
No fountains can be sweet that are not clear.
Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares
How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares;
And generously upbraids the world that they
Should such a value for their ruine pay.
But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill,
The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32
As nothing else was worthy her or thee,
So we admire almost t'Idolatry.
What savage brest would not be rapt to find
Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'?
Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count)
Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount,
And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw,
Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law.
Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame,
That nothing can distrub it but my name;
Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine
'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...
"Live, till the disabused world consent
All truths of use, or strength, or ornament,
Are with such harmony by thee displaid,
As the whole world was first by number made
And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings
Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.
2k
On occasion,
I have been driven to acts of extreme nonviolence
by those who have expected the opposite of me
There is nothing quite like
the sound
of a father's dismay
at his son
who refuses to strike him
despite his deepest wishes,
Or the relief in a girl's voice
after promising,
without her asking,
to never abuse her.
I think something is wrong with me.
For I am only violent in my music.
Is grunge what life is suppose to feel like?
Is that what my best friend hears
every day he shuffles past
loose bottles and snapped belts
to crawl into bed,
hoping to not distrub the presence
which gave him life?
A presence still snoring out the whimpers of his little brother?
Did my dad hear bass tabs
when he told his abused siblings that
"there ain't no way I'mma treat my children like he did us?"
I wonder,
does he still hear them?
Are howls and chords what the boys in bathroom stalls
playgrounds
hallways
classrooms
my bedroom
my porch
my basement
hear when they make me taste the ground?
Can the violence of soundwaves really be mistaken
for the passage of time?
Does life truly deserve a Grammy for
Best Harrowing Performance?
Is life really just one big mosh pit?
...
On occasion
I have been driven to acts of extreme forgiveness
by those who deserved only a little
All they had to do was ask
and that is what scared them
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Well, when I went to sleep last night.
I had a clear mind.
I was determine not to let someone distrub mine.
Well God, it's another day.
And ,the first thing I did was pray.
For your gracefulness, of carrying me own my way.
Listen, I know I don't have to tell you just how much I adore you.
Because my love for you just show through.
Well God, it's another day.
And neither are the same although we think it is.
If, we examine each day we live we would see the change.
Where circumstances assisted us in rearranging things?
It should be expected in some ways.
And really, who wants things to stay unchanged?
Fear is just an excuse we use.
When new environments toss a wrench toward us.
And, we're afraid to walk toward the unknown.
Well God, it's another day.
And I thank you for letting me see it.
When others would like to leave it behind.
They must not understand the light behind the sunshine.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
Cruising on the seven seas
Out on the ocean and just feel that breeze
There was a dance that night
It was going to be a lover’s delight
The power of love will go beyond being polite
Hearts spread everywhere
A lover’s night that can’t compare
Lips being the perk
The moon giving the feeling of passion in being berserk
Then while in the ship’s stateroom, a romantic interlude of two in
“Do Not Distrub”
Lover’s will be caught up in their own observe
A new freshness in the air
Lovers with a renewed response
A ship and the seven seas
The feeling of being at ease.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
TO BE SO STRONG THAT NOTHING CAN DISTRUB YOUR PEACE OF MIND, TO TALK HEALTH, HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY TO EVERY PERSON YOU MEET. TO MAKE ALL YOUR FRIENDS FEEL THAT THERE IS SOMETHING IN THEM. TO LOOK AT THE SUNNY SIDE OF EVERYTHING AND MAKE YOUR OPTIMISM COME TRUE. TO THINK ONLY OF THE BEST, TO WORK ONLY FOR THE BEST AND EXPECT ONLY THE BEST.
TO BE JUST AS ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT THE SUCCESS OF OTHERS AS YOU ARE ABOUT YOUR OWN. TO FORGET THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST AND PRESS ON THE GREATER ACHIEVEMENTS OF THE FUTURE. TO WEAR A CHEERFUL CONSISTENCE AT ALL TIMES AND GIVE EVERY LIVING CREATURE YOU MEET A SMILE. TO GIVE SO MUCH TIME TO THE IMPROVEMENT OF YOURSELF THAT YOU HAVE NO TIME TO CRITIZE OTHERS. TO BE TOO LARGE FOR WORRY, TOO NOBLE FOR ANGER, TO STRONG FOR FEAR, AND TOO HAPPY TO PERMIT THE PRESENCE OF TROUBLE.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC