"embezzle" poems
I write in the midnight corner of now and what is to come. Sifting through the ashes of the forgotten. I seek what I fail to find in a light I can scarcely see. The rain washes the sins from my skin so that the ones inside can bleed back out. My words catch the air with gentle, intense passion. I caress the broken cheek hoping to fix it and finding only myself more broken. I know not of what is to come but I can prepare myself with the ammunition of my past. The brittle autumn wind calms me with the vibrant colors of a dying world. My mind wanders into the absent recesses of my twisted imagination. The words I write copy the voices in my torn heartstrings. I lust for the cold rain fingers that embezzle my mind. My soul is painted with the bright blackness of a blackhole's laughter. There is a butterfly caged in my stomach and I'm too afraid to let it free.
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When will I know that I've found rapture?
~S.C. Kelley
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
The most beautiful flower
Within a field of growing weeds and brown leaves
It seems to take up all the light
besides all the dead and despair around it
Its petals are moist and the colors seem to change
to whatever they need to protect themselves from.
But, the blossom is too beautiful.
Too consumingly appealing to whomever laid their eyes on it.
The sun’s rays were getting jealous and did no longer
want to shine on the pleasing leaves -
or on the strong roots or its inviting colors -
as they took away their shine and
were now filled with contempt.
Most of all the rays were jealous of what the flower could do.
Embezzle. Inspire and create. Dazzle.
It dazzled me.
The flower could not only extract happiness from its surroundings but it also gave.
It gave love. Love and comfort and happiness, friendship and enjoyment.
It gave a way for men to see through the bad and look at the good.
It tasted so sweet.
The flower fought, spurting out at some cautious moment
but it could not win
For it needed the rays gentle touch to grow and to
Exist.
Long after men spoke of the waste.
How such a beauty had perished,
And its power was no longer there to greet them like an old friend.
It was now only a myth,
One that no one really could remember
as it felt like a dimly lit memory,
one that played a yet unknown role in whatever faith there is to come.
It was not the beauty that men remembered now.
Only the waste.
As the good leaves no scars, and is scarcely treasured how it should.
But oh the waste. They spoke.
Such a waste.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Walking into a store can be dazzling
and distracting,
accepting the culture to embezzle,
anything to lure the customer
and make a consumer.
But walk in, and find
the salesperson to ruin the image:
"hello, can I help you? What are you looking for?"
(not your help, thanks)
Similarly, self-promotional smucks
give me the same feeling.
I'm not going to check out your mixtape, I'm not going to check out
your youtube, I refuse to be bought, just because you asked nicely.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Waddley bimbely
Nothing is new.
Sometimes I don’t know
What I should do.
Walkily talkily
Human kazoo.
I have learned better
Than trusting in you.
Whiffily sniffley
Embezzle and lie
Authority snority
Let it go by.
Cheatum and beatum
If they complain
Skim from the top
Buy a new plane.
Hoppity boppity
Games of chance
Always let poor people
Pay for the dance.
Scrappity snappity
Selling their wares
***** about usury
Nobody dares.
Slippity slidery
Constant rendition.
Use public money
To buy politicians.
Graftery crafters
Buy media too.
Make some more billions
To see their way through.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
*The wind here is foreign,
An accent of thick whispers & voodoo.
There was a bark of ember,
A source of grace & her inevitable karma.
The burning coals leave levering zingers,
In the visible mist.
Destiny,
The charming embellisher.
Begins painting prosperity on the walls.
After all these long years of downs.
& with a whistle,
The silence is crystallized.
Detaching from the transparent water wings.
& preparing for the longest swim.
Just a sliver of ember,
Could embezzle, a country.*
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
All invitations stand for you
To step inside my open mind
But I provide no guarantee
That you'll like what you find
Behind closed doors and warning signs
For curtain calls of tragedy
And twisted humor comedies
More Dante than divine
Like a ringwraith, king of nine
In my deepest circle bat cave
I'm the new clown prince of rhyme
So come get on my level
Where I revel in the devil
Turning up the heat on all
The demons who embezzle
While I'm chillin' like a villain
In the egos that I'm killin'
Trippin' slippin' down a thrillin' slope
Just hangin' from a dope *** rope
This **** is tight, it helps me cope
When all of ye abandon hope
Where it all floats, you enter here
Steer clear of gutters, It is fear
My paper boat adrift alone
King Arthur with no Guinevere
I disappear and leave no trace
Erasers in an office space
An empty desk and swivel chair
Still spinning at the same old pace
All carries on without me there
I knew you wouldn't like this place
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Indeed I was born in a s '''Hole country
A royal citizen of Norway ,the world's best country
Whose citizens refused to come to a country
That elected an a '' hole to lead their country .
Donald Trump is right to call us s'''hole countries
Officials embezzle millions ,yet can't pay salaries
From dawn to dusk the people moan in anguish cries
Malnourished kids live with hunger disease and flies
African governments made their own homes s***holes
Look at the bad infrastructures bad roads and potholes
With all the natural resources our economies and financial woes
For the impoverished and gullible masses ,there are no hopes .
Let's not get angry at the dumb a'' President of America
But rather direct our discontents at our corrupt leaders in Africa
Who hides money in Swiss banks and vacations in Arabia
Africa,thou mayest not like this ,time to wake up from the coma !
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
Would you like to buy a plane that doesn't fly?
It was made in the year 1416 in what is now modern-day Yugoslavia
It was made for an African Queen named James
Upon its completion 16 days later, it was shipped over the Adriatic Sea
And arrived in Cuba 7 days after they started building it
The Chinese people there were confused by it
So they went into the cockpit and turned it on
They unwittingly set it to full throttle
It flew at mach 16 1/4 inch above the ground
The Russians chased after it on top of a flying Marshall Tucker Band .45
The Indians caught up to it in 180 revolutions
Which is 4 minutes
When they caught up to it, the Australians smashed the jet engine
And ripped each of the 7 propeller blades, one by one
Then, in the year 2004, a man named Jeff Murly found it
While he was trying to become the first person to climb Mt. Everest
With their hands in their back pockets
He tripped 4 inches from the summit
And he found the plane lying on the ground
It could have been yours for a mere 16 cents
But because of Obama's overpriced taxes,
It'll cost $77 trillion
I wonder if he'll use it all to pay off some of his debt
Or if he'll embezzle it
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
embezzle the grey matter underneath a skull overladen with pintrest pins dotted sideways like impact-stars__fallen bricks__ flowers plummet vase-first onto concrete side-world beyond the gardener's balcony__it always takes an angry peasant to make the peasants into serfs__like a bleeding riddle in granite or grass, left to rushed interpretation as the meta-physicists usurp the physicists authority and insist the earth is speaking to avoid a hemorrhaging final trimester in the birth of human omnipotence__instead Mother Nature asks Dr. Neptune for an abortion in the final trimester__Dr. Neptune politely declines and returns to Sean Hannity in the Situation Room__how dry is a planet where it never, ever rains?
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
*He knows no truth he who never lied
For how can he know what's lie or truth?
He who never died has never lived
For he who has lived has died
He knows not real joy if he never cried
For after the tears comes the reality of joy
Expect them who broke rules to abide
For unlike the meek,have nothing to hide
Those who have won will win again
For they know the reality of glory
While failures will fail again and again
'Cause they are already used to the story
Yes, fools they say never learn
Why?Wise men of today never teach
You don't play with fire you'll not burn
But we get to know by the boundaries we breach
Who know spectate,who don't are on pitch
Sometimes, hard to tell Bull from the *****
People learn the rules to know the cracks
And those are the point they hit to break them
Not guilty these days doesn't mean innocent
The boundaries of law can be stretched and bent
If you have to embezzle, take billions
Otherwise steal chicken and you'll be fed to lions*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
This so-called-life ceased to make sense
All logic in the matter shall be said in past tense
For all the trivial **** is too much for us to cleanse
´Tis the word for you to repeat. Now let´s commence
Moral stands the ground for incongruence
Dinner etiquette and animalistic behavior
All that profound nothing and violence
Then again we read the words of our savior
Acting as if there´s a script. Open yourself to frustration
Act accordingly and don´t get caught, or else there´s alienation
Don’t act as if there´s an after-death salvation
It is in this world, think for yourself and become a one-man´s nation
Moralistic turnouts of ****** who now embezzle into the game of society
As ridiculous as a drunk reminiscing of past days now living in sobriety
People change but hear me out, try and change a story
All you animals have your release in snobbism and never forgo its glory
Open to death old corsairs accept their fate
For they have always lived by the eternal gate
And those who portrayed falsely faith and religion
Must now rage inwards as they see the oblivion.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
The phone rang and no one dared to pick it up,
All they said, they had heard and seen enough,
Was it a call meant for them or for us?
A nation out of peace, liberty and unity,
A nation formed from the dreams of our fathers,
A dream manifested by the unification of tribes and ethnicity,
Breaking down segregation and discrimination,
Black, white, yellow, red and plain,
Embraced and unified as one for the greater good,
But our father said do not be fooled,
For it is not always as it appears to be,
Unity could be pleasing to you and me,
Alas!! tyranny is just lurking around waiting for an opportunity,
Our father called to warn us but no one picks up,
Perhaps tyranny is sitting silent by the phone,
Perhaps it’s our greed and pride that’s our enemy,
Could it be that we answered a call and it was a wrong number,
Asleep or awake from our slumber,
In darkness and poverty slums, crossroads,
Need us not to say but our suffering is for all to see,
A cry from the gutter heard but ignored,
A house will be strong if it survives an earthquake,
A nation will be torn if it embraces my faults,
Leaders will fall if they embezzle my thoughts,
But this is my phone call to my nation,
One last time before I run out of airtime,
One last call to my people,
By ISSAI
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Dancing in the attic,
I hide from the Passerby,
Confronting their eyes—
Traumatic.
Listen to the words I try to imply.
These beings mean no harm,
To me, they seem strange.
As they embezzle in my charm,
All I see them as, deranged.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
I sat along the golden leaves of chinars
Autumn working like a zinner....
The nest lay unlatched ,
The stars above uncatched..
The spectre of winter embezzle every Hope of spring...
The snow puffs primed to Hug the buttercups .....
The Heart ablazed with the thoughts of death,
When the spring accompanying Autumn !!!!
When I "ll be laid in the bottom ....
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
People, states money is the root of all evil.
Except they leave out the most important line.
It's the love of money.
We see many will sell their souls to the devil.
Just to be rich.
They totally loses all their common sense to get it.
They becomes mistresses.
Marry even to achieve it.
Don't matter about the misery behind it.
They embezzle and blame the other fella.
When it was them using it to pay bills.
Oh, the chase of the illusive dream.
Trying to get recognized by any means.
Our moral compass becomes compomised,
to the point that those with sight becomes blind.
We fail to follow that common sense approach.
Told to us many years ago.
That anything worth having just means,
we have to work a little harder for it.
Money, don't control out hearts.
It don't control our minds.
We surrender our rights to follow life's protocol.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
in and out, black and blue, you vs. the world
recognition of ideas that decisive the only thing we have left
our own thoughts
contemporary ideas thrashed with technical propaganda
abandoning free exposure and vigour of intentions
Leaving us in a rubrics cube of push and pull
to come out all sides equal shuffle, mend, regroup,
Agree that deficiency is to be desired as feebleness is to be expected
reap technique and embezzle knowledge like its our only opportunity
free passion and become immune to negativity
With indomitable will triumph is inevitable
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Star Bound
Society, sobriety, entirely, I’m finally
Not in denial, my smirk is my smile
No coasting or boasting, no time left just get toasted
Rampaging pages, no waiting in cages, lately impatient
I’ve been standing dismantled, thoughts scrambled, abandoned
Pursuing soothing illusions, mirages emerge influent
These terrors in bearing preparing on perishing
Common ground sound, vibrations deterred losing renown
Bracing the wastes, enticing the tastes, priceless the chase
Overencumbered, numbered the days I have left to plunder
Decisions are rampant, listless the canvas, incision the campus
Unveiled are the plans to ensnare, hail to the king of the fail
Spots on the rocks with my scotch in the locks
Pretty, petty, steady confetti, embezzle the Getty be ready
Losses, no life lost, eternally embossed, drained and caustic
Fires burn urging to earn, no concern, my place in the stars
By: Cosmik
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
Poets embezzle,
hidden truths
with metaphors
derived richly
from the depths
of unseen pain
and cover up
the remnants of
the act;
with a smile
that covers with tact
what they've been feeling
for a long while.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
They steal us blind,
Embezzle livelihoods of generations unborn,
No different from European barbarians,
Who today pass off as modern grammarians.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC