"downgrade" poems
It's a throwaway age for one and for all.
Nobody wants to hear the heart's call
Society around us is falling apart,
Things just go wrong right from the start.
Friendships appear to be a disdain,
Instead we use others for personal gain.
Running for cover, from storm rain,
Feelings for others slaughtered and slain.
Already the price is being paid.
Society gone and relationships frayed.
It will only get worse as standards downgrade.
Are we numb to the slide, or really afraid?
We can change it all, its not too late.
Bring on the love instead of the hate.
All is not lost if we'd communicate.
Destruction should never be our final fate.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
We see ourselves as an individual,
The person people see as an equal.
Your opinion about self might differ,
Sometimes causing the heart quiver.
This courage we build up within,
Can be demolished by one true sin.
You need not have eyes to see,
The thing you were blessed with; beauty.
We are often called ugly,
And sometimes we are addressed as pretty.
One can really affect your self esteem,
Your pride and appearance slowly dying.
We are always told to listen to others,
But rules are to be broken, so are orders.
Just staying there and being insulted,
Is something hurting and really complicated.
Don't downgrade the looks of an individual,
You're not any prettier doing so at all,
What's inside is what truly matters,
Remember, don't judge books by their covers.
We see things wide and clear now,
Why saints to their masters bow.
There is one thing you must be told,
Find the reflection of the soul.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
Dragon – a reference to government or a leader with such great powers.
Economics can determine the future?
The decision making, which can force millions to abide to the law established by government, can determine the future. That’s it.
An extension of affluence for all,
But where is the long term?
Poverty and high unemployment,
Now an argument?
With two years to educational progress,
Juan Dela Cruz drew back and recoil.
Humankind’s race,
With such declining economies..
A need for taxation of the working class –
To stay number one, or should I say, the Top 10?
For those capable to success,
No full-time salaries.. No livable wage..
A further education..
Would it be worth it when a full-time was offered?
For the move of the dragon,
Is there a downgrade forecast for the nation?
GDP has been calculated, water dragon may not be drown..
Meagre realm’s tyro – for their incomes deduction.
(4/2/12 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
We have been invited to a masquerade
We take a moment to halt this crusade
In life There are ups and downs, side to sides, like plaid
In order to find the good inside of us, we must get through the bad
We have been invited to a masquerade
Even though we may feel as if we are being betrayed
Rivers that separate rich folk, poor folk, your folk, my folk
I think it’s time the world finally awoke
We have been invited to a masquerade
We stare, never moving, without a choice, like the milk maid
Dance, sing, anything! I shouldn’t have to persuade
We have been invited to a masquerade
This is not a time to maim, blame or downgrade
We no longer spit our deadly lines
These life lessons should be taken as signs
Be careful what you think, because your thoughts are not your own
“Where did you get this inspiration?” You ask,
Well dear, from my home
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
I read the book of Samuel
I read the story of the Israelites
Of how they rejected God
“We want a king!” they demanded
“We want to be like other nations”
Rejecting God’s kingship.
The same God who brought them up
Out of the ******* of Pharaoh
Out of slavery in Egypt
The same God who gave them victories
Over many nations and wars
The same God who had fed them
For forty years in the wilderness
Same God who had proved
Beyond reasonable doubt
That He is the King of kings
A Lord above all lords
They chose to downgrade!
I was swept away in a mind journey
As I thought of how it must have felt
To be rejected by your own children
Repudiated by your beloved
Disowned by the very people you love.
My heart bled!
The heartbreak was unimaginable
The pain was excruciating
As my mind pointed fingers of accusation
I couldn’t find befitting words
*“Foolish Israelites!”
“Unrepentant idiots!”
“Stubborn generation!”*
And as my mind went awry
Heaping insults on God’s people
Raining accusations on them
Judging an imperfect people as myself…
His still small voice whispered
***“You are all the same”
“You have done worse”***
Then it struck me
Like a lightening of a million volts
I am the Israelites
I am the very people of God
I am the same ones I condemn
I have betrayed God repeatedly
I have chosen sin above my maker
My iniquities know no bounds
I have trivialized His blood
I have made a mess of the cross.
*I am the “foolish Israelites!”
I am the “unrepentant idiots!”
I am the “stubborn generation!”*
My heart melted into tears
Shame covered me like a cloud
My head was bowed in ignominy.
Unable to speak or move
I lay there, weeping at my wickedness
No words were spoken
But I felt His arms embrace me
In acknowledgement of my repentance
I never deserved it
But He loved me nonetheless.
I pointed one finger at them
But three pointed back at me!
© Raphael Uzor
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
I suckled my mother's Bluetooth breast
while my father built me a bassinet
of series circuits with high, motherboard
bars.
I've got that artificial baby glow.
But Mom put my ****** on Facebook
at four weeks and I still haven't re-friended
(forgiven) her. My upgrade's in nine months,
but I want my downgrade now
'cause all I get are social invite excuses
from Facebook fuckfaces. We pack
our lives into little boxes that we're
not even allowed to open.
We drink to technology, keep our lazy
eyes on our news feeds, and recycle
ideas like their owners would even
want to see what we've done to them.
We misquote Confucius and credit ourselves
with mangled Robert Frost stanzas.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I think
it's awesome that Pepsi used to be blue."
Reblog, revine,
retweet, FaceTime.
Folding chair fold-out on someone's lawn.
White-out Yeats, Keats, Byron, and Auden,
and write John ******** or Tom Whatever.
We're caught in the chicken wire of an LCD
fruit basket so neat, orderly, and brushed
aluminum. How can people write in Starbucks?
S
B
U
X
B
S
The cooler's too ****** music's too shy,
and the sugar, no, not just the sugar.
THE PEOPLE are too artificial.
The carpet-suit inlay I'm standing
on has pencil lead, sock lint,
and receipt shred lapel pins.
Even corporations play dress-up.
But what happens when Y2K kicks
in tomorrow?
Lives will be lost even before
the missiles **** us.
And the planes that drop
from the sky won't even come close
to when the bough breaks your little
girl's heart, baby, because your phone
can't raise her anymore, so you have to.
And based on your search history,
tweets, and recorded dreams,
she's better off in the warm
embrace of a hard drive.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Starving for meaning, an agnostic
bruising grey and white matter,
choking on maybes and half-truths,
finds indifference too easily. Never
pushing further through, cloudbursts
condensate but never conceive rainfall.
Something and always something
more gives pause, upon bathroom wall.
Scribbled as an epiphany lightening bolts
eye-opener, and its leakage capitalizes.
Each tagger finding more prophetic
words to denounce anything mystical
or godly. So, what's being fertilized
beyond the tinkling drain of insistence,
slumps downgrade to ebb of sewage
reaching sea. There amidst flotsam,
aeon's class of power perceived become
one with Supreme Being, an ocean.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Be yourself. Stand out and Shine
But this saying has became a crime
To shine is to beautiful on the inside out
Though some are too afraid to let it stand out
Bullying and hate is what we seem to anticipate
Yet love and compliments is what we downgrade
We have trouble accepting what is a flawless mistake
and put our very own lives at stake.
Standing Out shows too much personality
Love is love no matter the gender, race, or nationality
We judge the things we are ignorant about
Everyone is human. Everyone is God's creation, yet we still doubt.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
I’ve been told a lot of times to lower my standards because I might become a cat person for the rest of my life. First, thanks for the concern. Second, why should I? Im not afraid of cats; I love them with every inch of my being. I too have my mom, my siblings, and everyone in the family is filling my days with love. Also, does anyone think that there is no such person who is smart, has depth, God-fearing, and is good looking? Is it really rare? Unrealistic? Of course not. I can’t date someone who does not have all of this. Sorry not sorry.
When I say that I set my bar high, it doesn’t mean that Im looking for someone who has no imperfection. Let’s stop that misconception about people who just want to respect themselves. I am worth the effort. YOU are worth the effort. How you let them treat you is actually the reflection of how you view yourself. Truthfully, I’m not scared of being alone. You know what’s wrong? It’s when you let them treat you less than your worth; when you downgrade yourself in exchanged of a temporary romance. Don’t ever underestimate your capabilities. I believe that the only way you could really love a person is when you value yourself first.
It is true that I could be alone for a very long time and it’s totally okay. I don’t get a **** that I’m cold nor I’m confident of myself. I have my preference. I have goals. I will never lower my standards just to be liked by someone. I am not a member of the hookup generation. Trust me, you can enjoy life with a cup of coffee and a comfortable bed.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Modern man unpacks his woes
He'd have us call it progress
The way back to our cave is paved
Several million ante-deluvians
drowned under the same delusion
How high do you need the ziggurat?
Asks ****** at Babel
Time wasn't ripe back then for God
He disabled their default accord;
their demon intent to destroy His plan
Three thousand years it's taken to regroup
Time enough for His time to be right
For the time of the end of the curse
So please, can the clever caveman thoughts
next time you imagine shuttles in space
a reflection of how superior we are
He'd downgrade us again in a flash
if it wasn't just about the time
we get to blow ourselves up anyway
Wiseup weasels, remember the reason
our playpen was restored in seven days
from Lucifer's null and void revenge
We have seven milenniums to learn to love
To take up our parts in Father's plan
or blow away like the wind
Six of them are practically over
Six billion souls in six thousand years
Created on day six, the number of man
We're at point six point six point break
Day seven's about to dawn.
The number of perfection and rest
Tormented earth groans anticipation
Mushroom clouds and lawlessness
pose no threat to YaHWeH's timeline
Null and void is on His Just In Time list
Every eye will see Meshiach come
Every knee will bow for
The Ancient of Days
Sep 28, 2009
Sep 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM UTC
Why can't "1" be an alphabet
I mean it looks just like the letter "L"
And so does "I" but no one ever goes there
All "3" is a backwards "E"
"7" looks like "Z" missing it's tail
But "1" still can't be an alphabet
That's kinda messed up don't you think
Why can't the order be "A" "B" "C" "1" "D"
That sounds pretty catchy to me
It can be changed
And if you dare say it can't think about poor little pluto
All my life they were telling pluto was planet
Then one day out of the blue they want to say it's not
That pluto dwarf planet
What a downgrade
Bet pluto back there crying his small tears away
But still "1" can't be an alphabet
That's hysterical if you ask me
So let it be
let "1" come after "C"
And wave your hands if you with me
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
There you are
Sitting at the counter
With a girl.
A girl, the girl-
She's not that pretty.
She's a downgrade
From me, how could he.
Look at her-
With those stupid glasses and
Elaine Benes Hipster clothes.
After me, why would he.
Oh look-
A DSLR camera that I
Bet she doesn't know how to use.
Instead of me, why would he.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
I refuse to be a checklist:
A ✔ for those three little words
A ◻ for flowers
A ✖ for a gift
A 〰 for my time
I refuse to be a checklist
When my emotions are at stake
I refuse to allow you to downgrade me
To a piece of paper
To be written off
As nothing more than a 'to-do list'.
A scrap of paper
To be thrown away
Once you've ticked off each box
I refuse to be a checklist:
A ✔ for those three little words
A ◻ for flowers
A ✖ for a gift
A 〰 for my time
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
They say I’m graduating to a life beyond this one
But will I start over, or repeat the third grade again
Cause we all suffer without friends, freedom or fun
And there must be something we carry over when it’s done
And my baggage can’t fit on anyone else’s shoulders
The sins we know of and the ones we forget, don’t die as we get older
The hierarchy of needs is a battle of survival for some
But will my next challenge or obstacle drop me to level one?
Will I find myself in Africa- fighting off flies and government lies?
Or will I be born in America, with the same family and troubles inside?
So the real question is, what does graduating mean?
Does it push evolvement to the highest degree?
Does it downgrade you, and send you back into the sea?
Does it upgrade you on the universal tree?
Is it all a secret process, where few have the keys?
I think next time I’ll major in theology
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
I know I make more mistakes then most people do
But unfortunately do to circumstance I wasn't raised like you
Yes I had a house
Yes I had a mouth
But I didn't have heat
And I had no food to eat
So I may have many under lining mental problems
But no matter how many drugs I take I can't solve them
Why am I the odd one out?
For doing what I did to survive
It's not my fault this society makes 13 year old sell coke to strive
So I did things i may regret
But I was stickily looking out for my own neck
I have anger problems
I'm an addict
A drop out
A failure
An *******
A liar
But in alive
I stayed alive when life wanted me dead
But unfortunately it ****** with my head
I'm a awful person
A downgrade
I hurt the world more then I help
Though I stayed alive
Should I have gone to hell?
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive
You see it again and again as the original was relative
To what had occurred before the first choice was made
As looking back seems to have become a downgrade
So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind
Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds
Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate
Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate
Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead
Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead
Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need
Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Halloween at Camp LeJuene
So those storage tanks
the ads of late-night-- all talkin' about
some thirty-five years a-leaking like...
some aplastic benzene-apocryphal river
Horror!
tastes like chemo Kool Aide
forever in the mouth
washing over parade route
seeping into boots and wombs
of cadets who can't hear the music
over a child's laughter-- ever
over failing livers
lined up like lawyers marching
onto glyphosate green
to Parkinsonian cheers
to Taps-solos echoeimg off the stone-
of mind and memory
Flags!
Flapping-angry!
“No (wo)man left behind
on the multiple ways to myeloma
Miscarriages
of justice!
A silence waiting
an eternity
of tiny infant cries
emptying....
into Love Canal
There will be...
NO JUSTICE!
Only billions set aside
for funeral-ic devastation
“Significant compensation”
--being read in a woman's face
in a woman's voice
“...suffering from any of these....
after drinking the water at Camp Le Juene”
at the hands-down
heads-turned
greased palms of
silence
being owned
by military-corpporate
“channels”
of secrecy
...of Pharma-to-government
medical-backwaters
laundered to-governments
of banana republics
Mercenery chemicals
Medicine with missile launchers
strewn
among military over-runs of...
…of high power rifles,
night goggles, and F-15s
What am I missing here?
...about the rubbery clots and myocarditis?
Has it finally come round to us?
How could I not see!
not recall?
How many years ago--
since I could hear?
the rapid fire!
“The toxic Leaks!”
“...suffered from any of these...”
...feeding tube terrors
Time's tumors
downgrade to errors
deferred...
Now beside the grief as amputees
--take the field of parade
While Misplaced Rage
pages through abortions of blame
in the chemical caldron
where they **** shower, and shave
...then towel-dry their babies
or not....
Where are the rapid-fire rats and bats
when we need 'em?
Semper Fi!
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 10:12 PM UTC
Hatred that fuels passion
Love that restrains resentment.
More of a balance,
there is none.
Even more of an irony
When to risk everything if we must,
we’d gladly do. But one more trip
and over the cliff
one
of us goes.
Though both of us know,
insignificant others will no longer signify us.
Future pain
out of the question is.
Though the remaining one
stings
with every silenced complaint masked with trust:
We mustn’t say,
We mustn’t show….
Both of us have ending arguments.
Both of us win.
Both of us lose.
Both of us surrender.
After so many tears,
after so much steam and anger –
the experience doesn’t fail, to
show us human.
Doesn’t fail to let us
downgrade pride.
and value every breath-taking moment.
Let our sight take care of past feelings.
We deliberately forgive
…do we forget?
We never forget.
We repress.
Repression that hurts
us,
but also prevents us from the
almost inevitable end.
Where do we fall?
Where do we combine,
repel any sign of despair?
A place where we can never go when mostly desired
– but always arrive in the
neediest of times.
A place where unconsciously we drown
into each others eyes - just once more.
Time non-existent.
Never will we understand
for never will we need to.
The plain fact is there,
And when there,
rationality suddenly becomes irrational.
My frustration to your ways.
Your hatred to my actions.
Our compassion for our love.
Bliss may come
when words of it are spoken no more.
Both of us
in mutual eternal exhilaration.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:20 PM UTC
Sometimes I catch
myself.
Thinking about your
face.
Where you are.
Where you're going.
If you're missing me....
Yet.
I don't miss you.
I don't regret you.
But I know,
that sometimes you
think about me too.
Where I am.
Where I'm going.
If I miss you....
Still.
The answer is no.
I love you, but no.
She can have you're
hollow heart.
You're just a shadow of the
boy I loved.
I'm not jealous of her holding you.
My heart doesn't break at her seeing your smile.
You are not the person you used to be...
Now.
She can have the cheap
knock-off,
You can downgrade for her.
I'll move on like I do.
On and farther away from you.
I don't need who you've become...
Anymore.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
A miscommunication of the words that I'm preaching
Little boys and little girls finding comfort in words with a deeper meaning
Extra extra extra read all about
My friends claim I'm not the same girl who they once knew
And I must admit its the truth
Every since I decided to become bigger then my own idol
Its been a downward spiral
Words thrown at at me left and right
People put me down with words rooted in hate
All because ive turned into a seeker of the truth
And because i refuse to downgrade myself to be societies fool
I sink to my knees for no one but my own God
And im stronger then the swords used to attack me.
if you can't handle the truth feel free to leave
I'm Just another girl trying not to conform
Trying to make it without losing my sense of self
No one asked for this life
but everyone seems to play the governments fool
to bad for you
I'm prosecuted for my beliefs
I have people who prefer to spit in my face
it's not my fault you can't handle the truth
Don't get me wrong
I'm not saying I'm better then you
I'm just saying
I know things you will never know
because I'm no fool
I fight
I cry
call on God when things aren't right
I listen
I see
I know what's really going on
a world divided is a world that's conquered
I'm only trying to give society a wake up call
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Care to explain
the reason for being angry
for swearing at me
tell me what I did
I might say sorry
If only I knew what I did wrong
you don't have to disrespect me
just use words I understand
**** you too
for making me feel bad
for I don't know what
I don't need friends who use me
and downgrade me because of their own jealousy
**** you too*
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
How ******* dare you
downgrade something so lovely;
can't you see your worth?
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
These long time friends of mine
Make me shine
God assigned
He did a good job
picking these three of mine
I am proud and
would never decline
Sent me three of the most divine
"Bottom Line"
Even still today
Making me always fall into line
Keeping me from the criminal minds
I was no angel
No doubt there were times they wanted to strangle
If you messed with me the three would be ready
to tangle
No problem if you came at us with no angle
We have all moved away
One a thousand miles
Two just maybe an hour away
Sad we all four could not stay
Even though we have strayed
We would never or could never betray
It's our way
Loyal
Never is it expected to be repaid
The coed of brotherhood and sisterhood
always obeyed
We will always be at each others aide
These three my mom and dad made
We have now been together for decades
I would never trade
Anyone else would certainly be a downgrade
!!
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Voices, they're everywhere, telling her she's not good enough.
They call her disgusting and a downgrade from everyone else
She listens intently wondering if what they are saying is true
She wonders even if the voices she hears are real
They call to the girl, wanting her to join them
At first she resist knowing the regret that would result
But as the voices feed her information about her self
She realizes it would be better for everyone if she just disappeared
The voices, they tell her what to do, but she is hesetent
She tells them she can change, then she could stay
They say that the girl will fail, that her happiness only exist with them.
She try's to change, try's as hard as she can but the voices they we're right
From the beginning she realizes the voices were right
She was better off leaving, then ruining people's lives
She calls to the voices, wanting to hear them again
But all she hears is silence
The quiet, it kills her
She wants to leave more then ever before
But the voices they stopped
I needed them to say something, I needed them to tell me what to do.
I scream to them as loud as I can, but still I hear nothing
Thinking to myself I realize.....
I am useless, I am nothing, but ****** I am scared.....
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
Don’t worry yourself, purrs Negative Voice
I'm telling you this to protect you
No lead in your pencil
So pointless in fact
No person of worth would respect you
Dear Negative Voice,
I see what you mean
But just a brief point for reflection
I’m not sure I’m really an absolute waste
Consider some minor correction?
It’s better for you, coos Negative Voice
To know that you’re practically useless
No rain in your storm cloud
So juiceless in fact
You’re toothless, inept, and excuseless
Dear Negative Voice,
A stirring reply
Is this in totality truthful?
I’m sure my ineptitude has measured bounds
And even just sometimes, I’m useful
The beauty of living this version of truth
Is, you are at maximum harm
Nothing they’re possibly saying to you
Will add to your sense of alarm
Providing agreement to monster-y ones
Might also afford added aid
Appeasing and easing an excessive ego
May downgrade a wailing cascade
Dear Negative Voice,
Deep thanks for your thoughts
A note of some gentle resistance
I notice I’m having the thought that I’m worthless
Historically helpful, but now with no purpose
Distinct in my voice, yours holds limited purchase
So now I can give you some distance
I humbly suggest
This grateful request
For inner, more peaceful existence
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 5:58 AM UTC