"empathies" poems
hold onto something
that unfolds mysteries
hold onto something
that uproots reality
stop, breathe, think ..
of mystical empathies.
hold onto thoughts
they enlighten words to existence
abundantly essential to a
garden of imagination and free
hold onto dreams
their vision is as clear
as identity’s knowledge
to sublime grace and eternity
hold onto peace
an upliftment of joy and humility
a radiating field of harmony
hold onto your hands
they carry the midst of pain
the indulgement of passion
the sensation of pleasure ..
they remain known
to a nation of nurture and feeling
they remain crooked
from a lost love’s limitations
they remain still.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Lawmen oversee the old day's hanging's,
Exit signs designed only for those who wear worn out tennis shoes,
Conquered,
Overcrowding as if only cattle can fit through!!!!
No salt nor pepper to design creation meals of home,
Fall is near,
Plumbings far to clogged,
Days passeth night,
As night begins to freight!!!
Wolves on the outside trade fur's with ferrel dogs!!!
Clenching of teeth siren off as oven's they bake,
They brew,
Country town folk with rod and ungodly staff they overtaketh and rule!!!!
Crises of all temptation,
Bleeders to readers,
****** deviants get out to put down their own indignations!!!
Desire all thou wilt,
Desiree's,
Empathies,
Chalkers, scoffers , doctors of deaths pill!!!
Read on,
Read on uneducated pillar,
For thy hooks art thy scrolls,
Thy eyeglasses maketh thou gnomes of such readings to bring thou thrillers!!!!!!
Fragrant destiny resistant to all microbial force,
Accusation's humbling,
Sovereignty is a mystery to us mortals!!!!
Dragon's slayed to stature founder's ditches of war dug out of centurion portals,
Wreaking architecture drawn out of mapped whirlpools lies,
Some groweth deathly,
Sweet talkers are refusing to trust their own worried minds!!!!
Black coated tuxedoed hosts delighting their own escapes,
Some window's stay open,
Some stay closed in the fortress,
This inescapable place!!!!!!
Tis,
This human landfill,
Dump,
Waste!!!!
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
unlikely friend
remorse of the swelling tensions
us risen from the affair
we muse together
of our greater imbalance
the spontaneous occurrence
of our bewicked empathies
we were not designated
yet this path our own will
tiding foreign bodies to his shore
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
i know your heart
then
and now
i wish your smile would fill me my vision
as todays empathies
fill my thoughts
i can't promise you my yesterdays
but my todays' are as full of you
my tomorrows are As full of light
as this Moon shining strongly
as i peep softly
and smilingly
at a fear that has flown like these
Graceful guttural
and swiftly soaring birds
that surround the you
And me; soaring with such a
Freedom; i don;t mind that this may not last now
For it will return as surely as
My breath mists the eyes I
Remember.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
"Science will save us" was the early diet off all education. Once the child could look around and gather some smatterings of bearings.
Armed with a microscope and the absorption of former minds work, they set off to conquer the academic world.
Their buildings glittering with the unspoken ideals of their field, a jump above and the zoning in a small nature of the universe, playing with God's laws, staring him in the eye.
And we sit back in our leaky, sun-setted windows buildings, desiring the human condition, exchanging empathies of existence and lamenting the archaic actions of ancient revising their records:
"Day 51: with these crazy apes"
The dreams, the beard strokes, the pondering lost who fear for our lives. As we watch through our sunset windows the dawn of the new scientific man. A world without our thought
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
lie in bed and contemplate the day
simmer in dismay
silence, stay
be dark, fester in every way
I used to think
I was bold
my parents would scold
as I'd unfold another
lie within
we're all super heroes
of our own making
daily breaking
vows of patience
suffering selfish synonyms
for self investment
is it in our nature
to really love
to nurture
caring without a care
but for the good of those who incite our empathies
I want to believe that down deep
beneath the heap
of ******* steep
and plaster molded faces that creep
in front of our souls
there might be a light
an ever so slight
break in the blight
the rugged muck
that is my Plight
the one thing keeping me from flight
just solitary candle flame
burning bright
behind this facade
I know it was there
but I've grown cold
my sadness
madness anger rolled
so tight it might burst into flames
but that's the problem
I hope it isn't snuffed
that light
the gentle one
that hopes
dreams of possibility
denies the probability of failure
and calamity
the flesh screams out in pain just wishing someone- I can't even say it
The truth is
I don't want to be a monster
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
"As you are concentrating long and adamantly,
As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us,
That billow through our daily lives my dear,
Those elations we have to decide for imminent,
If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me,
Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline,
The islet where my roots are that embrace me,
With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,
But remember what you have done on this day,
I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know,
And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,
If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny
With all the implacable palatableness and love derived,
Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers,
As our lips clung intensely to seek one another,
To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,
An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,
Both must understand the different aspects of one another,
It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always,
Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"
BY AG 06/14/2018 ©
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
The intangible vibrates.
Filling pots and china plates.
Sensing nourishing the feeding.
Giving love to lifes lost meaning.
Looking all around the rooms.
Empathies face now assumes.
Minds moments feelings touch.
Eternal spirits out to lunch.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Apparently if you have a hard time
you are a statistic
If you make a mistake
a rather large one at that
You are stupid and foolish
This is why you and I
We fall asleep with songs
playing into our many voids
Crammed with empathies
better than what we are
told on the other side
of the spectrum
-cj
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC