"embracement" poems
How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's comprehension is unbelieveable
But the fact is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surpises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of accepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Celestial ocean
Arms outstretched
We sail beneath the light
Calamitous wave
Rising in the dark
To subjugate the night
Watch the stars fall
A drop of wishful
Our faithful will provide
Warm premonitions
In pale embracement
As fostered fates collide
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 11:17 AM UTC
My fiery passion burns for the birds of the sky.
The embracement of men,
and the sensation to fly.
Together we were such happy delights,
the amalgamation of our vows never took flight.
Our servitude for our impending plight,
and thus we were left here at the shore to die.
My thoughts were for you alone, my dear.
But as time traded us off,
we could have never see things clear.
Peradventure, the moon's gaze stares coldly upon me?
Certainly it's frozen tongue has melted you away with his
natural art of feng shui?
A mindless sensation indulged with pride and hatred.
I will strike down the moon and take back what's mine,
and as I did so, it was you who told me the mountain to climb.
And I did.
For you.
There was where I met my end,
a demon manifesting causing myself to bend.
A demolition of sorts mistreated by all of it's cohorts.
I prayed to the gods to see for my redemption,
but all I saw was his deception.
Granted was to me the power of the fire that rests in many.
Pride, justice, and the right of good will be their works,
fear is uncanny.
My light will forever scorch those in darkness.
Yet in this prison I will forever be,
never touch her skin for all eternity.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
I don’t know what to tell you
I don’t know what you want me to say
Every weekend it’s the same
Same question
Same silence
Same feelings
Same darkness
Every time it’s an elongated silence from that question
The one I can’t answer
You stand next to me, looking down from our height different holding your Heineken as you slur your words to me
Do you love me?
There it is again.
That question.
How do you tell someone you love you don’t love them the same way they love you?
Our drunken nights and endless fights are like a boomerang thrown at the end of the night
Delaying its return every time
I’m sure I don’t want you
Is all I have to say, but I’ve kissed you and held you and dribbled with your heart
I am the ***** that has used you for the lack of embracement she is most needed of
I chose the wrong person
The wrong lover
The wrong time
You’re drunk with all these lies I tell you
Enamored by the ones you barely remember
From the memories of when I used to make you coffee
“You make the best brew” he says
But what he doesn’t know is that even my demons make good coffee
Even the heartless monster inside me has sweet kisses to give out
Even the ***** that I am can make you think she loves you back.
I’m sorry, I just never told you that.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
I'm searching for love in all the places on this earth,
but is true love even out to find me, or did it die at birth?
Cause love is just another term that gets loosely tossed around.
Sometimes I wonder if it be better, simply, buried in the ground.
I just want that love to come to me,
then maybe my heart would be at ease, oh please.
Cause I can't figure out what all it takes,
with all this hurt I just can’t seem to shake, or fake.
I don't really have too much left to feel,
cause these scars are indeed a much done deal,
I'm screaming at walls that just won't hear,
I'm taking time to fly, got lots to do before I die.
Making a new, its simply due,
learning from all these things you put me through
I'm seeing the light, it's bound with insight.
It's gonna be okay, it’s just another day.
And then maybe one day I can see,
what it’s like to be so sincerely free,
cause this hole I fell in is much too deep,
I'm gonna be okay, at least I really hope I may.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black.
From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a wall of downpour and flickering, electric thunder.
Our study group had run over, as they tend to do. Most of the members urgently moved to pack up (they’d be campus bound). An unpropitious rumble and fierce flare of light revealed that mild twilight had swiftly faded to a darkest stormy night.
My pinched-pleated curtains thrashed before this tempest for the almanacs, feigning a life they do not possess, like twin ghosts stirred to wrath.
“We can order in,” I offered, waving a menu from the downstairs bistro, as I closed my French, glass doors. “Why not eat here and wait it out?” I shrugged, “My treat,” I offered, “and I have wine.”
A pleasant embracement of relief and consent followed. What held more power, I wondered, the society, natures coerce or the gratis fare?
Later. as we parted, a young man paltered, repaying me with a quick hug and cheeky kiss. The valueless touch, was itself rewarded with a small grimace of a smile, but the sin did not overset the mood.
.
.
Songs for this:
Riders on the storm by the doors
Stormy by Classics IV
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
Rushing through galaxies
Waving the long fire tail behind
Illuminating the track through the stars with its celestial light
Sowing the seeds of life on every planet it sails by
Where does it come from?
Who sends it on its journey?
Who lit this mystic fire?
Where is it steering to?
Standing there
Watching the night sky
Wondering about the life outside
The comets are floating out there
some visible, some not
Their majestic bodies of ice and stone
Took a peak on every planet they passed by
What stories they could tell?
The stories I want to hear
Their arcane appearance, their bare existence
We have no explanation for
Bringing life and death on their way trough
The ones who comes back and fly away
We admire and find beautiful
These ones are bringing life
The ones who comes back and stay
Are glowing for the last time
In one regal fire together with the host
In one last tight embracement
Extinguishing the life they brought there
Sometime long - long ago…
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
It can only be from within your reach
The hazy gap between her
And the uncanny disclaimer that drawls her in deep, so fast.
The mesmerizing portrait
That catches her attention like the speed of light.
Something to look so false and amusing
To jump out, like a freshly painted picture.
Clinging onto the, questioning binderies.
A polished shine of
A bud in full bloom.
Ready to be picked by a lonesome thick pinch
Just like her to be carried by a breath taking sensation
Into a lonesome vase, as her home.
Even though her voice cannot be heard
It’s what’s being said in a sound that matters the most.
Closing her hands and opening she sees there is nothing but a feeling of relief.
An encounter of embracement that illuminates the clear sighs of happiness.
Like a classic fairy tale that ends in a delighted foretelling beginning and ending.
The pleasing scents of musky sweet delicate healed memory.
Only now will she see her foretelling her own fairy tale.
To be written and painted onto a bare faced skin canvas.
Time approaching closer and closer
The yearning Calculation
Of Sensibilities.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
Happpiness what do you taste like?
Are you the sweet taste of cloudy cotton candy on my tongue
Or the warm coffee I drink in the morning?
Happiness what color are you?
Are you the yellow color of sunshine beaming in the morning
Or the calming ocean blue?
Happiness what do you sound like?
Are you the soothing voice that says I love you
Or the laughter that vibrates my ear drum?
Happiness what do you feel like?
Are you embracement in her hug
Or the feel of the way that this pen feels as I let it craft and stroke my emotions into lines?
Happiness are you the vibrant energy of her presence?
Because my senses are numb to you
and all I sense is the abyss,
while warm tears trail down my cheeks
and I feel nothing.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
Live in my heart
And possess my soul,
Adding chapters to lover's tales never told.
Many could preach about
How tight they hold,
But this I see till the time we're old.
Live in my heart
Where true love lies,
Where embracement and kisses
At once hypnotize.
My thoughts your thoughts
At one in twine,
Lips to lips
But both hard to find.
Live in my heart
And you'll see my love,
True love...a sweet love,
Is what I have for you
And only you my love.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Twiddling thumbs in a cold dark room.
Windily breeze whispers across the skin.
Stuck in this chair not knowing where to begin.
Glaring around at shadowing silhouettes.
Lifeless they lay still and at peace.
Jealously pleasing each eye.
All alone in this box.
Somehow feeling mocked.
Losing connection to the everyday normality.
Thoughts become deluded and afraid.
Thumbs picking up pace.
Sun greets with a harmonious beckon.
Light seeps through the cracks.
Thoughts travel through the mind.
Wishing never to awake.
Cherish existing without really knowing why.
Dreaming the best sovereign.
Allowing this embracement of warmth.
Cusping the morning internally.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
And it's right now, that I would grab your body in astonishment of its existence. Screaming for me to touch it. Love it. Kiss me. Hard. And you would. And we would, play. Laugh. Feel. Grow. Become, one flowing unit of constant embracement. Everything is perfect here and I never want to leave this place. Can we not grow up here? Grow old? Grow fine and grow molds, of the rest of our life? From this.
This is the perfect state of existence...
In your arms.
I ******* miss that.
But its not even you anymore. Whatever part of us that had this is slowly fading, and it's tearing apart my deepest scars. For now, what are they for?
My resentment to love has a firey core.
And its ashes are on your lips.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
The sound of the rain hitting the ground
So delicately serene it is
My body is overcome with sensation of tranquility
So quiet that I can feel myself breathe
The breath expelling me is not just a physical awareness
But an embracement of my own vitality
The rain reminds me of meaning
Something that is easy to forget
-m
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
The rain pours
as is norm
A knock on the door
my heart soars
Who would it be
but that certain he
Opening the door
he smiles down at me
Embracement
Strong but tender hands
pressed around my back
Stubble brushed
into my hair
Brought into light
A jawline
"I've missed you
my beaut"
Planted hands
Bowed heads
A kiss lands
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you
I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by
Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.
So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
“I can’t b r e a t h e. You’re trying to sheathe me from the world. But I just want to scream and flee. I want to leave, I want to escape. I don’t want to be bounded, I don’t want to be caged. But your muscles are possessive, hands like shackles and ribs encasing and engaging. Your scent clings to my finger and your embracement breaks my bones. Your words make decisions for me, exerting boundaries onto me. You’re stifling my breath and suffocating me. You want my blood to move at your accord. But I am drowning, choking and gasping. You’re pushing me away by entitling me. Your possessiveness knows no limits as you become invasive. You say it’s just because you love me, that you would go beyond any limit; but it’s obsessive. I feel like I am on a leash. I am no longer my own person, but a puppet to my master. A land to your dominian.”
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
That is not important
No, no stop
We had a date!
Date!
You have a problem!
A problem!
How will you meet!
Joke!
By internet
How do you say I love
You?
By heart
Image
How do you say
You will marry
Her
By sending a bride image
And she
What?
How do she accept?
By showing the finger
Where a ring is put
And if the refuse
Is her answer
By moving her hand
In no way
If she wants to say bye
By typing a word
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
You came on one unimportant day
As a stranger, quiet and serious
And you stayed
Every day I learned more about you
And you learned more about me
We touched
And we kissed
Your embracement is like the softest blanket
Your kiss like a firework
You smell like a honeycomb
Ready to be skid
Making love to you is like sitting on a volcano
Erupting thousands of rainbows
Loving you brings sense in my life
Longing to get old with you
Looking at your smiling blue eyes
Is like a rhapsody of joy
You are my missing half
Making me whole again
I love you my husband,
My man,
My heart,
My soul
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
The image of you stuns me, freezes my breath
The taste of your lips draws me deeper
As I lay and feel your heart beat steadily through your chest
Your eyes are memorizing
They change as your affection lingers for depth
Pointing towards my direction, I wait paitently until my desire is fulfill
For I crave your sensation
Come a little closer so I can convey in your ear all my secrets
I'll lead you down a mystical speedway
A place to escape when you've reached your darkest hour
An embracement of happiness to cap a hold of
My finger tips push back your hair
A sense of calmness runs down your face
Cold chills spread down your spine
Your muscles start to contract
A gentle kiss to the neck
The night carries on
I long for your body, your taste
You move me, where I am hypotize
I gasp for a breath of air every time Im in your presents
My body contracts with every movement you make
Swiftly adjusting, as you take me away
Your fingertips which softly passes the base of my body
Draws deep sensation
I crave more affection from a man who steadily stole my heart
Time ticks, yet with him everything seems endless
I'm in a state of mind, where I discover a new life
My desire is hotter than fire burning to ashes
Stronger than any substances of addiction
My body shuts down in despair
Lost a sense of direction which once led me some where
Taunting me as if my arrival was near
I'm not quite ready to surrender my will
I contain some strength left within my soul still
This war craves for a revolution
A obstipate solution
Which is hidden within the wounded soliders that lie on the battlefield
Anert and numb
No sensation to wither to or from
A silent prayer whispers in the wind and blows calmly through each tree
Revealing the truth behind every lie
Still struggling to find, another one's mind
The last shot released
The last soldier that falls
A picture touches the ground of his love that he will never get another chance to be around
For he sacrificed his life, not only for his country but a wife he devoted his life to
He dies and deceases away
Years pass his love carries on
A flash back hits her thoughts of her husband holding her in his arms
She loses control of the steering wheel
Another car collides
She gracefully shuts her eyes
The image that is expose is her husband taking her hand to Heaven
A once upon of time
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Talking to you
when I felt weird,
makes me feel insane and crazy.
Talking to you
when I am sad
makes me feel I am sensitive and emotional.
You made me feel all this in the worst of ways,
because I met someone who,
when I was crazy, was crazy with me.
When I was sad, they understood me.
In their acceptance I found who I was
and embraced myself for who I am.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Density. Quick... Not fast enough.
Speechlessness. Was it refreshing?
Please enlighten. Unfold the guarded.
Embracement of it all...
Journeys ahead.
That twelve year old boy giggles.
Tell me.
Dialed in for a connection. Here.
Let me compliment.
Build.
Trust.
Desire.
No offense intended.
Upcoming...
Grateful; yet uncertain.
What will be heard?
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
The action of a stiff-upper-lipped sophistication hinges upon a fornicators conception where the intensity of lyrical articulation blinds her unwitting recipient with a spellbinding embracement of non-reality.
It is an aristocratic relinquishment where two barrels emit their projections with wilful intent as they posture themselves side-by-side amidst this gothic oasis of shimmering puddles which reflect light against the darkness of our ontological ambivalence.
It goes without saying: duplication is grievous to the creativity of a searching soul.
As death has been birthed into our lives, it is important to pay homage to our predecessors who began the end with conception.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
I still remember
The days of loneliness
You found me and promised
That you will never leave me nor forsake me
I remember
The days of embracement
You let me be part of a community
And even become one of the leaders of it
I remember
The days of exploration
You sent me to different nations
For me to grow and experience You more
I remember
The days of rejoicing
You helped me to become a civil engineer
Despite my shortcomings
I remember
The days of failures
You did not grow tired of me
Even though everyone left me
I remember
The days of faithlessness
You still remain faithful
Because you cannot disown Yourself
I remember
The days of mourning
You were there to listen
To my never-ending self-pity
And now,
The days of deliverance
I remember You
The One who saves
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC