"ence" poems
Sometimes
siLence
is
thE
key
which
unlocks
The
gate
keeping
one
from
findinG
peace
and
a
sOundness
of
mind.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Silence.
That’s the
First thing you
Can hear. The sil
Ence is just so loud,
So real, so close, so true,
What everyone needs sometimes.
That’s my favourite part of being there,
Underwater. The world passes away, and
You can hear yourself thinking again.
You can just simply: Be. For once.
The feeling of oblivion, the pressure of
Unreleased air, the escaping
Bubbles to the top
Of the pool, ocean, lake,
The clear water with sunlight
Shining through the depths till it
Reaches you, the feeling of
Oneness with the world
Its past, its present
Its uncertain future, the
Feeling that everything will be okay
No matter how hard it seems now. The
Feeling of weightlessness as your hair undulates
Through the clear water, your body buoyant, your mind
Finally clear. The stillness that overtakes your very
Soul as you stay at the bottom, holding on with
All your might, not wanting the moment
To ever pass, knowing it has to even
As you hope you can breathe,
Impossible as it seems. The stillness
Permeating every aspect of your being, from
Your previously weighed down limbs to your dancing
Hair to your stressed mind to your frazzled soul, giving the
Much needed calm from a busy day. Pushing off the
Depths, feeling the sunlight get stronger, the sur
Face grow closer, feeling the nostalgia to your
Second home where you can see clearly,
Even with your eyes shut tight, your
Breath held. Where you are you.
Underwater.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
the warrior way is becoming anew
boiling up and down our spines
we all feel the surges
some pretend they don't hear it
the warrior knows the rules of the game
the warrior knows the way
the light always leads home.
the call is growing louder
day after day after
you call it by many names
give it energy that bounds your
warrior ways
the warrior to survive
the pump of your heart.
when we begin, we are focused
many things alter perspective
when we live we are love
the singular subject.
love can only create again
defining lines fading…
erase them, foolish time spent
focused on the diff er ence
we are warriors of a heart beat
energy forced out repeatedly,
constantly, until it stops, suddenly.
love returned above and below
to create again.
the warrior tribe is coming…
they are calling, crawling, gripping, groping,
WE are tipping and tapping
singing and dancing,
walking side by side, a long line
of warriors, walking side by side.
we're coming...
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Speakin’ in general, I’ave tried ’em all
The ‘appy roads that take you o’er the world.
Speakin’ in general, I’ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get ‘ence, the same as I’ave done,
An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
What do it matter where or ‘ow we die,
So long as we’ve our ‘ealth to watch it all—
The different ways that different things are done,
An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world;
Takin’ our chances as they come along,
An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?
In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;
You’ve to ‘ave the ‘abit or you’d die,
Unless you lived your life but one day long,
Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,
But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,
An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I’aven’t done?
I’ve turned my ‘and to most, an’ turned it good,
In various situations round the world
For ‘im that doth not work must surely die;
But that’s no reason man should labour all
‘Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.
Pay couldn’t ‘old me when my time was done,
For something in my ‘ead upset it all,
Till I’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,
An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,
An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin, world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you’re readi’n’ done,
An’ turn another—likely not so good;
But what you’re after is to turn’em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she’oth done—
Excep’ When awful long—I’ve found it good.
So write, before I die, ” ‘E liked it all!”
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From here and there
I hear him speak
His voice, falling in mild whispers
But he always plays hide n’ seek
At times he speaks loud n’ clear
Sometimes so harsh and stern
How he denies my wild longings
With a stubborn ‘Yes’ or ‘No’
What magic and mystery in him stored
I am at a loss to gauge
Amid the shards of my broken sleep
I often struggle to decipher his mysterious codes
I sought after him ever and ever
Down the nights and through the days
Taking him to be one from the dead,
I searched him through avenues dark
Along aisles of the dead lain in rows
And in the hallways of fame
But he eluded me like a mysterious sprite
Prancing around and hiding about
When I give up my search after him
He shouts and whistles amid the din
And I see faint truths suddenly uncoiling
Forming in me a clearer perspective of life
At the end of my incessant search
I chanced to meet him within my own self
Peering into my depths, I saw him, his face veiled
And a balance held obliquely in his hands
Lifting the veil from his countenance
I saw him clear, clear as in a mirror
Someone with such commanding air
And stern with an impassive demeanor
In the still pool of humid silence
I heard him introduce himself
His sound ringing so distinct and clear
Leaving echoes in the hall of stillness
“I am CON- SCI-ENCE,
Your alter ego
Listen to me, you shall not stray’’!
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace
Do you regret leaving?
I am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing
You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied
Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness
Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it
?
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
It's built to be a Dollhouse
so no one would fathom what treasures lay inside
*No judgement or hesitations could be formed
& those coming out would stay untried*
*Unpredictable's crazy sister runs the place
She's truly endearing--
In the rare case she doesn't sense your*
Exposed fears seething
*But no worries going in!
As long as your tendencies aren't combative
and your head's outta your ***
and your phone's outta your fac*e
You'll be posthaste to a resonating rever*ence
for this wonderfully eccentric/benevolently psychotic place
As long as you play nice, you won't have any deadly problems*
At the Dollhouse Asylum
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
How scenic,
the view of the city from this rooftop.
But I've seen it all before.
I'm really looking for a new spot.
I've done it all yet i still need time,
Kind of like a new clock,
i even met the devil once,
Had Jimmy Choos and a blue top..
but just when i want to leave,
i remember why i stay.
I remember all the cracks on the concrete
i see by day.
And every crack has the potential to grow a stem.
Kind of like every person has the potential to grab a pen.
And the most inspiring of moments is when a rose blossoms.
the thorns might be thick, and the scent might be off some..
the petals might be thin, but its still looking awesome.
Do you follow my story?
Can you grasp my allegory?
Can you understand why I revel in this garden i see before me?.
You may just see cracks,
a street needing a fix...
But I'm in total bliss speaking life into exist-...ence
hence,
The reason my view will never get old..
long live the rose that grew, regardless of what it was told..
-afj.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
I'd write you every second in this life that I have lived
you're present in my thoughts much more than I have ever been
With all of these illusions and the subtleties I see
I found you in the presence of the things that I believe
you struck me as a question I had never thought to ask
and left me with a longing for tomorrows that have passed
It doesn't make much sense, today is crippling my head
but what is this existence if you're gone, asleep or dead
I'm only ever sorry for the words I did not say
afraid of what they'd do because I couldn't get away
I kept you in a corner til you learned to disappear
and I would go in search of you to see if you were near
But keeping up your distance, I could only take a chance
for none of this resembles the extent of our romance
I'd put you in my pocket or forget that you were there
we could have been together but I lost you in a stare
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
im alone
in a world of chaos
my own little world
my mother hates me
my father doesn't seem to see
they're blind to the fact
that they're only daughter
hates who she is and is being slaughtered
by tools used to shave legs
and she begs and begs
silently screaming and dreaming about a life
she can never imagine
because her mothers actions
settle upon her thoughts
and eats her heart because her brain is already numb
its like a game that you don't want to play
trying win but always thinking you'll never be victorious
with her feelings notorious, and her emotions
along with the notion of untitled devotion
floating around trying to find the light
that she hasn't seen but shines so bright
its like waking up with plastic over your face
and her fathers still in his own race at his own ******* pace
wanting to go away but to afraid to run
breathing so hard she wants to faint
the voice in her head says shes almost done
because she can't keep fighting this war between
dealing with her own battles and being at your convien--
ence shes sick and it'll dawn on you once shes actually gone
shes angry
craving affection from her idol
whos starting to lose the title
all for the **** he can't find
and the daughter and the ex wife he can't define
Shes been mentally abused
by her mother who claims shes fat
Shes been rejected by that boy
who acts like her feelings are nothing but a ******* toy
then I think, one day I'll be fine
one day
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
Unravel me with words unspoken
Because I know the only way
You’ll take me is naked.
Overlook a thousand
Different ways I’d change your mind.
And I’ll keep drafting all of the endings
That might be.
And you’ll keep using me.
Because you know I am the only
Thing I have left to give.
Empty of words to plead,
My body can scream:
“I’ll still love you.
Not even a little less.”
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
These words
are the droolings
of ruminate
thought outworn
d
ri
p
d
ri
ppi
ng
into
exist
ence
on
a
barren plane
to be w i p e d a w a y through a careless
flick Unnoticed
except as the byproduct of some failed attempt at grand thought
without purpose, without substance,
it is absorbed through atmosphere
and it is gone.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
—
neglect and respect do not rhyme,
**{will grant you one,
will give you none.
will demand one,
will send you some.
you poets,
always thinking
you can get away
with murdering
the English language.
***** of assonance,
you do not fool me,
I’ve killed a thousand
men’s “original”rhymes,
while you’ve been
fast sleeping,
they’ve been
fast seeping.
I’ll give you no quarter,
won’t spare a lousy dime,
my spare change,
is poet-unaffordable,
cheap suited hucksters.
work and ****
do rhyme.
you can be one,
if you do not
put in some.
work by day,
slave by night.
awake to the sun’s
inquiry, what have
you done for me
lately?
IF
all you have to show is this
scribbilus miscellaneous,
tear up your lice-ence,
poetic and DMV, you
ain’t going nowhere.
was branded by hot iron,
early on,
brandy channing.
your best nightmare,
guidance counselor,
extraordinaire,
great big fairie,
poseur, exposer,
m u r d e r e r
of awful poetry}**
WHAT,
what do you stand for?
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
[for Pradip]
Poet, you wish for a sunshine poem...
Rainbows, you know, are the ones you bring.
All hearted, in loneliness, you walk your path
Disclosing unexpected beauty, words painting
Infinite music in aquarelle lights,
Picturing, for us, love for worldly mankind.
Consider, thus, Poet, that your
Humming song, of sweet tones,
Across the skies draws the
Tangible alliance of
Tolerance
Oh, and understanding,
Poet!
Awaken in our hearts,
Driven by good will,
Hence on empathy,
Yauld is our looking
Ahead and around, with
You.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Con fide ence cadence
Semper fi, I the ego in the narrator
making wu wei from
around
in
to out a bit, this to that
as we know
we grew, we know we grow
spontaneity- eh, next next next
time
not this time, mmmm
------------
in the body
sense of other, this is the I they say
ego is the enemy,
love thy enemy, I say
schwahng-dong- ting tang
walla walla bing ****
be the laugh
and be the clown, fret not,
this is that
all at once upsidedowninsideout in a word
we are wedom in the sense the wu wei
wei we are making this up, not making this up
we are shown
as we were I once doing the efforting,
wishing to become old and happy,
all my prayers answered in enough and
enough to share with no sorrow added as debt
see me see me see you see me clever
and proud of how fun the giggle is as song,
comfort the feeble mind, it too is mine,
let me rest in the joy of having this time
as mine, in the global reality lit with power
that powers this body using fingers to find letters
to let words
form from better ideas, bet. Put your money down,
opposing forces, from within, we never were
as those who fit the mould of a place native to us,
our kind,
not that kind, this kind, be kind, love, be loving
think
this is friendly, no aggressive faces made, no blush
of rage,
perhaps, yes, haps, here we pursued, but we
ensued peace after passing all we include in me
the
body… and the mind that runs it
and the mind that knows it, so from the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
I accept is in state,
in the body, I can say, I am in the body and I have
magic, given as "black box" think what one can make
given the means
to fret not, not a bit o'worry brain, think up a storm
find a way to fill the need, felt real, real empty,
useless, in terms of the whole truth, really
useless, what do I know, I know I lie
about how happy I would be if
next time you could sing wit'me.
Who has a head empty of will to wonder if we can
think we can can we think we can and be happy
when we think we
dodidonitdonit seem we may as well take a given
grin and invest it in the hope, that someday
your day gets,
better to specs, regularly reset to random, wei, wu wei. We, me.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
And while we are in
Conversation here
So many humans
Have expired, I fear...
Each moment brings
New life and new death
Final words spoken
And baby’s first breath
Life’s currents unbearable
Meand’ring through confluence
The sublime and the terrible
Don’t know their own consequence
The rush and the curve
Create oxbow crescents
The vim and the verve
Ensure each one’s presence
And all we can do
Is react and observe
(Our own bent deeds too)
And endeavor to serve
Either the self
That glutton of grease
Or somebody else
And attain inner peace
Or at least a brief break
From worry and strife
Hold on to the harness, take
Joy in this life!
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
I was the biggest detective ever
who had lost a case never
The only wish that I ever had
Was to have a nemesis
Worth my fad
Then there was a killer
A serial killer
Who went by a pen name
He thought he was great
But for me, he was very lame
I waited for the time to come
To solve the perfect conundrum
Every piece of puzzle that I ever solved
Would help me catch the self-claimed God!
I worked my way through
Stayed awake even in my sleep
Let the devil creep
By my side
Let it glide
In my pursuit of The Real Devil
Who wanted to work against nature's will!
At last I found him in person
I would have loved to see him in prison
All my hypotheses
All my probabilities
Of identifying him as the criminal
Were heading to closure!
The day had neared
The time that shouldn't have come, he feared
The result was just here, for my self imposed penance
All was laid to rest, in a moment of si(L)ence!!!!
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
in and out
the body breathes
it will all be okay
the body needs
this too will pass
the body frees
just shrug it off
anxiety
in and out
in and out
in and out
i can't make it go away
anxiety wins
for there is
no reason
for its exist
-ence
it just is
inside
make it stop
in and out
in and out
hold me
and breathe
in and out
in and out
touch me
and breath
in comes the love
and out out out
goes
the anxiety
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
aware of some
things, aware
HERE am I
there you are
near and far and nothing
in between, why
should I care, beware…
It's me,
in this world, it's me,
making up my mind, to live on,
to live on
to leave behind me, for you -
a way to go,
if you really wish to follow, if
you truly hold the hope of ever
being better than right
now,
now. Right, not wrong, right now.
You know.
You think you know, right now,
with no miracles, no little things
to see, with no joy felt shared,
with no sorrow shown in tears,
with no feet a dancin'
up on tippy toes, just a spinnin'
in time,
like a planet or a star, loopin' life
in time,
from somewhere inside, center
of heavy
of hard
of dark and cold… dark and cold…
singer… singer singing wordlessly,
la las and mmmhmmms, so so so
lighten up,
lighten up my will to be worthy,
lighten up my will to be care free,
lighten up my will to be loved, by
strangers who imagine I have
loosed some good in some shape,
loosed some good held out of sight,
strange as not cognized, coknown,
to me and you, the other end of these
lines left to prove, a second
thought… if you make joy, peace remains
enjoyable,
no mass converts to energy,
my taken peace, my inspiration never
expires, each time I miss, I miss nothing
I hit
on another decision
to make.
I laugh, and let out long rambles, through
brambles familiar
to creatures built low
to the ground
at the human
being being being more than…
Partaker of the programming.
Snipping
Re-ligamental knots, religious at-here-
ence sense so common to all here,
re-
filtered feeling manufactured, here
in living words translatable, peaceable,
easy
to use while defusing the confusion,
and allowing angelic angst ambitious umph,
committed, chance fret naught,
take the shot, think thirty aught six, BANG
Big,
nothing like the game, recoil
that's what's missing… recoil,
kick,
to remind you what Newton knew.
Not Issac, Fred Newton, from Weedpatch, Ca,
a few miles this side of Bakersfield…
He, comes up around Thanksgiving,
in the spirit now, since he's dead,
he looks at me and grins, so big.
For me to live, that turkey must die.
old fisher of men, he knew, he'd say
a man's remembered, for the shot,
no turkey ever is,
that's something
to be thankful for.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC
It's me
The sense of mind
Full with rubbish--ence
Forgotten the essence
Messing the peasants with peace
Making the peace to piece
But
Its funny
Its cozy
Its sady Vs Moody
Its all the walk of time
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Being in time,
to be judged
for being well and good,
or good for nothing, after all's
been said and done, and the books
been balanced, so be lived,
on the edge of realization, in mere
if on occasions, mere
instant of mere
what if.
Yah, the happy ifery everwas, once,
told, told to all the children, in the world,
by the likes of traveling salvation shows,
everybody knows, everybody don't
-0- reality starts at one, not zero
don't tell me your scripture told you true,
no, don't come to my wedom, and pretend
to know enough to say you know what I mean,
general I, any mind's I, is the I a' habit, ritual
morning washings and mind windings, set,
ready to say what the preacher man say,
say that, Yeah, like, yah, he know, word.
Manifest festive tests of mere concentrated
will to make a perfect Dirac one, from a perfect
Schrödinger one, and call it just what I said.
The point of everything that pierces anything
any wall. Any sign says This is it, no where to go
from where you …. went,
on second thoughts
Plancksecs in duration, sub instant, so fast
the point is pastless. Forget it. This is it.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
I've always
jumped-right-in
with both shoes
And/maybe/that's
the dif. fer. ence
Maybe; I,
need to learn
to swim
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC