"elapses" poems
Vanity has created insanity in humanity,
the worldly hope men set their hearts upon,
possessed by Money, power, fame &respect;
empty pride inspired by an overweening
fruitless human desire,
wining and dining as the clouds darken in the
middle of the night,
as they settle for a life of deceiving enjoyment,
eyes are faded while he rest his body for a new
day,
he turns & roll in discomfort while he sleeps,
dreams are clashing, the fear of been poor
strikes his mind,
meanwhile the poor sleep in comfort ,
he won't wake up unless you wake him,
men of exotic fast cars,
Sell their soul to feed their vain pursuit,
and their happiness to feed their ego,
a life of unsubstantial enjoyment, reality awaits
its faith,
as it will be too late to plea of insanity in
eternity,
no hospitality for mental spirituality,
the vanity of human wishes reflect upon
superficial vision of human unfulfillment,
In essence that leads to eternal death.
the poor can't control his pain,
as tears drop from his eyes uncontrollably,
watching man with his fruitless ambitions,
as he settles for worldly materialistic goodies,
living beyond his means,
So many years on earth yet unsure of the
hereafter,
living a life of insecurity & fear of the unknown,
mention the word death ,he will ponder &
begin to wonder,
what his fate will be,
Vanity upon vanity,
When his time elapses,
he won't be left with anything but his good
deeds,
No mansions, no cars, no fame, no sweet voices,
what a life of vanity!!
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
Betwixt an atmosphere of a holy nature
By a classic serenade of Christian lullabies
Unceremoniously my body sways to the beat
For every moment that elapses
More and more I become electrified
As in the wake of your presence
A song of budding amour is evoked
Try I may to suppress this sensation,
Though upon a lie I'd asphyxiate
Please do not allow me to suffer
To languish within a plethora of
A sheer and utter coating of blindness
Darling forgive me if I impose
I avidly seek for signs of proof
To know if this is real
What would happen?
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Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
Wicked nether-land. Nether world, white, askance. Capitulating mangroves, verdant trees spliced with hyperbole, onomatopoeia, and manilla envelopes; her world is stuffed with secrets, she listens to gorillas cracking mussels a kilometer away, near a rill. Never she thought. Nothing that could provide....providence. Mangled heliographs sprayed all over the everywhereworld.
"Don't be S.A.F.E.," she whispered. A bouquet of gorse, cistus, and pimpernels squished in her small fingers. She climbed her way through the pedimented stairway, then collapsing on the porch. Legs spent, and spread out upon the desiccate grayed four by four planks of the portico.
And as time elapses, the shuttering shake of the hemlock, which writhes through her skinny nimble dactyls, upwards straining the heart as its toxic bends appendages- crisp cerise lumens bend on the Titanium White walls, where only shadows bend time. The hour, still nine. Every adornment, furnished with red and its hues. Not purple, periwinkle, or any masked enhancement.
These are the symbols that reticulate splines, that curve temperatures, perverse hemispheres and debunk worlds. Upped antes, verbs that terns flirt worth, birth words. Ooh. Aah. Camera. The forest wraps her in its verdant pasture, where at last the moribund tamarisks disperse.
While at the plateau she is quiet and longing. Arms astride, dangling. Vaunt with highs and bliss- a kiss of withstanding pleasure serves her the cure for a lifetime of whining. This, yesterday where her body rattled through crooked vines. Square ships toasting her vocal melancholy in the sweet-waters of Time. So that all of her ripened limbs could grow, no more sheepishly than the magic she knew as a child. Stress free. First among the Earth-words, verbed-up and made jealous by pronouns that encompassed her joy-brimming hide. Closing down her voice and hugging her from behind.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Explosion of the white tree,
A synapse in the damp air.
The fluid around the corsair,
Ambassador of the secret;
The perfume of a comet
Descends upon the wetland.
A goosebump stretches my hair;
Ripples forming across the sea
As nostril and flowers meet
Miles and miles without end.
The green flame always return
In a frenetic haze, a burst of fire,
As the solar wave caresses the earth
At welcomed glances, so soft a fur.
A last effort renewed forevermore;
Delirious poison continually brewed;
An elixir against the veil of dusk;
Cause and effect from dust to dust.
As the mind steps out back further,
It finds itself returned at the core,
Til all of Spring elapses.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
.
We were whole, once
Ordered, balanced: one
Disorder grows; time emerges
Time elapses; disorder grows
Entropy
Pulls us apart, away
Farther from the state
The unlikely state
Where we were whole
…
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Battered and bruised
this heart takes a pounding.
As the mind goes into the spin cycle.
Taking no notice of time
that elapses regardless.
Worn and exhausted,
these lungs yearns and fights for...
Air.
Sweet air.
As if tomorrow would offer no more.
Unnatural and numbing...
Sleep.
These meds promise only the illusion
that all is good and well.
Encapsulated in high sheen gloss.
Shaped such to go down easy.
A means for a convenient albeit
temporary escape.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Rain died on the cobble stones.
A warm soul escaping as scented steam,
rising to the fading heavens
of a long Paris eve.
Muted velvet shadows deepen and
soften the edges of everything.
Lovers kisses, whispers and laughter
mingle.
Half drunk
and one more bottle of wine.
Eyes dance and share their dreams.
Across a private table hands meet.
Making love like secret poems of the deaf.
Subtle exchanges of body movement
compliment the symphony
of this tiny world magic.
Breaking bread from a wicker basket.
Full on night descends,
closing its curtain on the day.
Internal prayers to heaven
chase each other,
They wish this night would never end.
Dark red stains on pure linen.
Count the glasses.
Time elapses,
but it's never getting late.
Roosty
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
The wind howls to the craters of the moon, wondering if its lack of breath is another respiratory disease waiting to happen
As bodies crash into the ocean and casualties increase by every bottled up sensibility
The cracks of cardboard doors fill up the voids of emptiness,
Emptiness of washed up filth and five days worth of street toxic meant for the guts too vacant to feel
Their doors quiver to every knock and exhale, families too hungry, awaiting to devour assurance of safety
Just this once, they are asking for a little more
Than numbered days of handfuls of rice and rock salt, enough to feed the mouths of eight
Teeth clicking to every bite, bones clashing together to prolong the food not more than a mouthful
However this time the clicking doesn’t stop
It intensifies as street light poles plummet into windows and shards are washed away, seeping through soaked doors
They are told to leave these places without titles but this unnamed land is their entitlement and home
Their mother whose tongue is a symphony of lullabies remains silent, hoping for the storm to pass
Lips swollen from biting, she looks at her children with fear in her eyes, tears reflecting the shattered bulb that hangs by the kitchen ceiling
She links her arms to her children’s, grips their skin tightly hoping to warm their shivering exterior while whispering the words “they’ll come for us”
Time elapses and the water rises, their properties enveloped by the disease
Their house disappears along with it, in a downward current of pitch black and rotten forestry
What is left is a family of seven, arms linked and accompanied by the howling wind,
Slowly diminishing with its lack of breath, becoming a nationwide debris
n.j.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Traipsing through alleys,
Awash in an alcoholic glow,
We play Frogger,
Headed to our usual spot.
PBR's and Mai Tai's disguised as Powerade,
The night elapses
In a haze
Of elaborate bottle passes.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
That you are growing up,
That you are not just a girl any more,
That you need different newer type of clothes.
You are becoming a beautiful young woman,
You will see that she is more strict,
You must remain polite.
For she loves you inside,
For she was a girl too just like you,
For she knows today's times aren't safe enough.
She wants to keep your young womanhood safe,
She will impose more restrictions,
She will want your safety.
You would wonder that why I tell you this stuff,
You will realize as the time elapses,
You'll always be protected.
Today it's your life's test,
Today how well you treat your mom,
Today is paid-off tomorrow by the Fruit of Karma.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
Lost in a moment
Clarity, profoundly strikes,
Resonating in my soul
I hear the Crow caw
Her fluttering black feathers
An anchor to a spiritual realm.
Beckoned by moonbeams
Glowing full in the darkness
Piercing the night sky, into
A lunatic's daydreams
Where beady eyes observe me
So particular, curiously investigating
With a nod of approval, ambitions rise
Time elapses through the stars
Graceful wings dance of destiny
Visions of fate, binding us together.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Our backs are barren
**** and cold,
and we'll hug warmly
in a sporadic breath.
Reflected boldly
on a royal sword;
a caress will freeze
drowned in coldness and blush.
Broken bits of a tempo
slowly find their way;
and we'll replay back the symphony
when we're in dismay.
Like puzzle pieces trapping
scrambled sand in an hourglass;
only meaningful when time
elapses through an atom of sand.
Those puzzle pieces
are scattered and raw
small, radiant words
and bleary, missing faces.
Typically vivid when
they're glued correctly to show
a painting of a hidden memory;
it's a noisy, deserted strand.
So whenever we fight
I'll willfully lose my psyche;
to replay back the moment
I embraced you in my sight.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
It is true
When they say
You're not you
When you're hungry
It ruins your day
When your belly is empty
Of plentiful joy
Then the slightest disturbance
Can leave you annoyed
And in dealing with others
Be flippant and curt
And in making progress,
Listless and inert
It reverts you to primacy,
Primitive need
And converts sharing, caring
To hording and greed
And will lead you to do
What you wouldn't dare deign
To consider permissible
Ways to attain
Your next meal
When you hear
Only your stomach rumbles
Succumbing to them
Just as the
Cookie crumbles
Until irrepressible
Monsters emerge
To devour whatever in sight
Can encourage
You to
Once again
Crack a mollified smile
Until the resurgence
Beguiles the bile
And after a while
Elapses, redaction
For while it grasps
At your brief satisfaction
You think only of
What remains
You can ration
As later-on's pangs
Boomerang
Right back atch'ya
The moment the flavor
Can no more be savored
And cravings enslave you again
To the anger
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
If you live your life to follow the sunset
You'll surely end up where you started,
For beauty is fleeting like the day
And charm is deceptive; it passes away.
But when evening is nigh
As the sun elapses sky,
When the age of winter approaches
And pursuit of youth is all but hopeless,
I'll hold you and look love in the eyes
Clutching close my everlasting sunrise.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Abruptly being brought back to this life
After hours of coming to know a new one
Leaves a strange empty void in my mind.
It plays vividly, only in the first seconds of morning
Though time replaces the metaphoric visions of fantasy
With superficial visions of reality
And the longer time elapses,
It becomes altered to seem just a distant memory
Too long ago to remember
Too significant to forget
Before it soon disappears into the void of the subconscious.
There is a strange, empty feeling without it
And I long for it to come back
What was once thought of as reality
Is now simply a suppressed reverie
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Your presence muddles time,
Suspending its consequence
Hours stretch to days
Minutes melt away
Seemingly unconfined
But as we are apart
Another shift occurs
Time elapses
Slow as molasses
Ever to be endured
And I cannot wait
To be back again
Where never is there late
And time has lost its end.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
had you seen what you were eating
you'd have not fed this to me
I'm convinced that what is breeding
stained the bed with apathy
love was twice what you'd expected
bought with coins of earth and stone
keep them hidden in a satchel
you have threaded on your own
back in bed where time elapses
slips between our bodies rift
I collect the sheets in boxes
pack them neatly like a gift
one day when you need the feeling
you will find it with your soul
in the corner of the ceiling
I'll be guarding what you sold
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
*Excemption of extraordinary
Night, lights
kissing the untwirled sky
Of illusions summarizes
the horizon of once in a blue moon to be.
Desired the longing touch of its hand
Round the ticking time
Elapses the hours
Motion of a vibrant top.*
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
Inside of his eyes his innocence runs around.
Lost within this spinning thrown;
of apathy and ignorance.
Staring misery in the face at every glance he takes upon his own reflection looking back in the mirror.
The time elapses and then he sees the pain that he's given her.
Frustration building up in his lungs and Escaping through his fists.
It shatters.
Pieces of himself lay across the ivory whirlpool thats holding him-
Up up and away that feeling goes as his knuckles cry while he looks back to the mirror.
Misinterpreted illusions that mirror brought to his vague opaque mind making his thoughts and actions spin out of control.
Maybe she was right and he is the problem,
or maybe shes wrong and he's nothing but the monster inside her.
Scratching at the surface and polishing her eyes-
waiting to succumb to the lies that she's telling herself he is.
But he's not a monster and shes just an illusion,
An illusion the mirror brought.
But that silver plated glass has shattered,
So now those eyes of her's shall dull.
Alysia Marie 2014 ©
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Classic trepidation, stationary with the aura of
Coincidence, slit myself and call it skyward thinking
Sinking feelings that argue for a sudden resignation
Conscientiousness, leprous and typesetting
Intimate knowledge that I disclose verbatim cannot, and should not, ever be used against me.
Interest infected through wavelengths, non responsive partly cause of the rupturing that's been running through my dreams.
Scant as fixes to the problems, overblown and oft forgotten, lisping when I speak of this Epiphany.
Taxidermist furnish houses, howling wolves that get devoured, sounds like God and hell and them finally worked out peace.
Just cosmetic, slightly pathetic the ease at which the mind elapses
Classics retconned till nothing's left except the years of influence
Invested in the melancholy, snobs lobbyist and in distant memories
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
The hills of Monte Mario
Drinking his goblet of wine Gallo
Well, Hello! I see the colored sands
Those far away places but no
happy faces in the promised land
I could imagine pinks swaying
the corals her lips always playing
All love to be artistic with morals
Mezzaluna my moon awaits
Hearing my voice more shapes
of the Grecian countryside how it suits
both of their taste
The temples keep drawing
inside our hearts
Like a restaurant name Spartacus
love sometimes ruins us colors
Stay true like the rainbow
But time elapses and spoils us
Taking the whole dessert just
the two of us
Or love divided one of us
Beauty in our walk Green Gables
More Pillars to design
Temples and rear find artifacts
All shapes and colors you see coming
on the outskirts
Grecian beachy sand Godly waves
with your lover in the water
Got stung how it hurt her feet
Mezzalemium hearing playful drums
Hearing a familiar beat
Playing in the wilderness of dirt
The ****** of the night *** cake
he hums
The ancient stadium hard work pays off
The roses color shades divine pink
Lips high as the pillars red wine stained
your Grecian silk pillows
Thr Grecian times of food colors
and desires all mine
The colors that I shadow
Weeping beauty willow
Lifted her juices of sexuality
(Sunshine Grand Marnier)
something
sparks my vision
The color of pleasure French
Pillars stand tall and slender
Handsomely love fusion
His color I try to mellow
My color touched another
The mind of drama
((Grecian Goddess))
It's not handing for a hand
in a marriage like a pixel
The big statuette like models
We also treasure the thing we lost
The colors will be there
We will always see them
They are in our family never
to leave them
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Time
elapses
regardless
Together..........or........... apart
Tormented in wending milliseconds
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC