"endangering" poems
sometimes,
i like to dance
with the devil
burning eyes upon me
in hypnotic dazzle
my toes easily
sweep away inhibitions
quieting my angelic
voice's suspicions
as whispered words
brush thine ear
my entranced ego
has no fear
endangering
as it may be
our bodies entanglement
appears free
with soaring thoughts
of ecstasy
we ebb and flow
in ****** mystery
seduced in music
playing rhythmically
ecstatically,
i dance willingly
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
The voice calling me from the dark
Is quiet
Sensuous
Its melody thrums through my bones and tongue
And curls, purring in my heart
Like wine it flushes my cheek with uninhibited warmth
It calls me to action
Reckless self endangering action
Not all voices from the dark are kind.
This one glows like a black sun.
Biting back the fear of warmth and contact
In my touch starved living canvas
The voice has teeth
Teeth that set in my spine and inject courage into my marrow
That scrape ever so slightly down my neck
In wanton display
Of seductive darkness.
Its call is haunting
Sleepworn it sends me running
Through a silver forest of dusky light
Upon an unbroken path
Marked only by whispers that linger in Its wake.
I know not what I’m following
I know its power and magnitude brings summer to my throat and winter to my veins
Spring blooming warm upon my cheeks along the shivering pines
That voice of silk sheets and twisted limbs
A weight in the chest like a secondary heart’s phantom thumping
Throbbing its call of life back to that voice in the dark
Inviting it in for a taste.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
The Wall Walker
and smooth talker
he, being a ticked off ****** with a knife,
is mostly mole faced
but with an incredible grasp on spacial relations
mysterious mister stalking the barfly's and time flys
endangering a species just for ***** and giggles
the great google hooligans pace rapidly
back and
frothy beer
drowned down by the river kawaii
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Sunny day in June, the tenth to be exact
The horrible day my sister was attacked
Beth was in the house, her friend Mark outside
She was cleaning,he in the yard kept with pride
Beth Anne was on hands and knees scrubbing the floor
When she heard real gunshots, at least she swore
Snuck to the window and peered out with care
On the rocky driveway, saw Mark sprawled out there
Been shot three times in his back,lay in his blood
Beth saw her ex...with a .38 he stood
While terrified, behind the aquarium she ducked
Brad blundered in dressed in hunters camouflage- ****
Her heart hammering in her ears, bursts of short breaths
Saw him through the murky water, planning two deaths
Beth Anne cowered down praying to her dear Lord
He found her, pulled her up by the hair, fired once more
The bullet blew off her ear and traveled on down
Collapsed her lungs, in her blood she would drown
Brad disappeared and the firing just stopped
For Mexico he fled, red ranger with white top
Beth dragged herself the complete length of the rug
Called 911, shed been shot...head ringing from slug
She was determined to live, wouldn't give up the fight
But then she passed out endangering her plight
Came the Greeley police, fire trucks, EMT's
Assessed the situation, perp further he flees
They all worked on Mark, too late he was dead
One smart responder....woman shot in the head
They spreading out rushed the house, found my sis
Beth was unresponsive, victim almost missed
Speeding to Weld County General, sirens blaring
Got her in the ER cut off what she was wearing
O.R. She went with damage extensive
Not much hope, docs and staff apprehensive
For many hours they sawed, pinned, stitched and closed
The ICU threat of infection posed
Her body and face were unrecognizable
Family stood believing the impossible
Appeared an Adonis with blonde hair and blue eyes
Talk of afterlife evidently not lies
Her guardian angel told Beth he was there
Would appear much later, in death they would share
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
The world remembers you with a sense of fondness,
You were the hero they chose when they needed one most.
You would gladly give your life to restore piece
without ever endangering someone else's.
The team looked up to you, as well.
You were the commander they chose when danger was close.
You watched over them and they supported you
without ever questioning your orders.
Your friends loved you dearly, as did I.
You were the brother they chose when they were afraid.
For a lot of them, without you,
they wouldn't still be here.
But the one who remembers you best is the Reaper.
You were the one he chose when a soul was due.
People are starting to forget your name,
*we're all soldiers now. *
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
It's been quite some time since I've been here,
This forest I mean.
What a magical place it is,
Where dragons have been cleaved;
And faeries caged.
The moonlight drips over its canvas,
In between the canopy,
Unto rustling decomposition.
Although I wounder to myself,
"Where is Hercules tonight?"
Maybe the city lights are flushing out
The constellations which articulate my thoughts,
And imbue their synergy
Into the masterpiece of the night sky.
Silly humans.
Thinking they can do whatever they want,
To achieve their dreams.
Well, I'm not sorry to break it to you all; but
Time has to happen before it exists.
So all your petty hopes and wishes are simply
Problems you are all creating
That were never destined to be there in the first place.
Who am I to decide though.
Decisions, decisions;
Fate waiting to happen,
Statistics to record.
But Destiny is already turning her gears.
Working the clock.
So many thoughts trickling through my mind,
Sitting here under this eucalyptus tree.
The arouma is so soothing...
It reminds me of the princess who lived in a cave.
The very grounds where I was nearly slaughtered,
By her knight in shining armour.
No, I wasn't the one glistening under the moonlight,
For the person being slaughtered would be none other than myself.
She would sit in horror at the scene when she awoke.
Only to find that the knight simply wanted to defend her well-being.
Something I could never do.
Because defending one means bringing wraith upon another.
I could never do that.
For the guilt I would feel,
And remorse ten fold that the relatives of the one being hurt would feel.
Empathy would be the enemy,
Not the one "endangering" my beloved.
So I'll die in her stead.
So I musn't experience the ulterior hatred of her eyes,
As she looks at me as if I were her Saviour.
No, that isn't what I want.
So if it means her heart in someone else's hands,
So be it.
So long she is happy,
And safe.
No matter how long I should wait for her return,
No matter the distance achieved between us;
Both physically and emotionally,
I will always Love her.
Not to the moon and back,
For landing upon the stars simply puts me at rest
Of the brink of death from the fall.
Gravity isn't near,
But Darkness most certainly is.
Everything in "space" is nothing.
Zero.
But the clock keeps its schedule on point,
And the gears of Destiny still turn;
although the time is certainly out of joint.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Without Peace We All Know Where We're Headed......
Give peace a chance, will those of nobility declare
Intelligence of spirit, who could ever compare
Valiantly fighting the evil in the world, unwilling to fail
Earnestly helping those needy, without ever becoming frail
Peacefully sacrificing time and energy without ever reconsidering
Endangering themselves to constantly make a difference
Antagonizing the establishment for an instance
Coming home with battle scars to wear and none to share
Emphasizing they are not heroes, only that "they care"
Angering all others, for showing they disagree
Considering the options with nowhere to hide
Hiroshima and its aftermaths, would never subside
Attempting to disrupt, what those warmongers insist
No necessity to justify, the results do persist
Coming full circle does our world continue to exist
Ending in oblivion, if we don't learn how to desist
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Big Balls
AC/DC sang about these items of bounce
shooting them through baskets weaved
game winning corner kicks keeper couldn't pounce
stories of bravery not all believed
soldiers on the front and city cops too
firefighters saving lives and endangering their own
the size of the owner means little it's true
in the side pocket pressure of feeling alone
heroes and villains alike need at least one
95 mph fast one you try to hit with a stick
even sea lions and seals use them for fun
it makes me laugh to see them do a trick
admitting you were wrong can take a large pair
painful thought to see how far you can kick instead
through the distant goal posts of life if you dare
served with sauce and pasta and slice of garlic bread
you can club them with a driver if you like
or seek your destiny looking thru crystal deep inside
but guys hate when they slip while riding a bike
by showing yours you won't lose your pride
Gomer LePoet....
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 6:31 PM UTC
people pretend to care far more than what they really do
we play these mental and emotional games with each other
endangering the self while living an emence high
how ironic
when we crash and burn
we wallow in self pity and expect our victims to run and help
how twisted the human mind can be
400 years of evolution living at the top of the food chain
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
The dark and mysterious
Starved and delirious
Eddie Murphy shotgun
Guffaw at the pitiless
Just another sound from the TV
The livin room consumed by the gloom that was written in
The script of a cartoon poppin Ritalin to stay in tune with the
Mood of his peers eatin shrooms for dinner pour salt in the wound
No splenda
Suspended by their necks from the system as society forgets them
The news covers an angle
And tells you who's the victim
Saying the youth is the danger please don't go near them
Creating strangers out of family endangering a strain of love cause that's the only thing to overcome the ******** on their tongues
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
When the entire world is safe
normative in all its realms
immersion blinds those within
to realities that are hazardous
when speech is weaponized
blunt to the bearer of the words
a mere game to win or lose
losers must be found to play.
This imbalance hides from sight
for those in power’s seat
they care to maintain a place
with conservative as their motif
when dialogue flows one way
fears are not the same
it’s about power sought for self
endangering those on the fringe.
The slight becomes ego’s wound
asking for harsh recourse
dogma states all the rules
tenets prodding actions on
the hydra with a thousand heads
the crowd is the bully’s friend
sent to suppress a minority
unable to resist in the same.
War becomes their sole career
gains are notches on the belt
blood is the satisfaction
taken on the edge of talk
when the entire world is safe
except for the victims sought
immersion blinds those within
to the crimes they celebrate.
2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170704.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
Thinking of you makes me numb.
As if my cloth-less body lays there, in iced water.
But in time the water becomes hot
Having the warmth in my heart catching up with my thoughts of you, having it run through every nerve in my body submerging with the feelings of my insides, and the physical attributes of the outside.
While I soak up the water, I remember of how wet you made me.
How your fingers were surf boards and I to you, was the ocean, waiting on a tidal wave.
Your lips gave me comfort like a beach breeze climbing over me as you rolled on top.
But that was just the beginning.
Your body and mine intwine into one and suddleny I'm not alone anymore.
We are one.
Your strokes like waves and my arches like the ends.
Put together is almost amazing and endangering at the same time.
The water is falling.
I'm almost to my end but you aren't nearly finished.
Our eyes trace back to one an others and we stare for a while.
Your eyes like the moon and a smile like the sun.
So painful yet so beautiful but you have no idea of it.
Too bad this is just my emotions running around and drawing pictures of what things would've been like.
Of what it would've been like if sand didn't disappear into the air.
Of what it would've been like If you never left.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
The Mysteries Between
You all write, ponder the story of your heartbeats,
The signal beacons, the lighthouse beam of your existence,
Playing with emotions, fooling around with notions of cease and desist,
Russian roulette
I wonder about the mysteries of the silences,
Between the beats.
What happens in that momentary space,
When you cannot say I am alive?
So her is the answer.
That!s right.
Her is the answer.
That's when your lover sneaks in, climbs aboard,
And holds your heart with palm-lined hands plein d'life-lines,
So long may you live together in harmony,
And cracks that may appear from time weary woes,
Are kept from spreading and endangering her object's desire.
Know you now.
Now you know,
It is in the silences that the true joining is confirmed.
Which is why I call her,
My Wonder Woman..
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
positivity is a plant without root,
withered petals dangling acute.
obtuse excuses are abusive homes
with leaky roofs and we're spluttering
in the gutter as our lungs
fill with rainwater.
integrity is small and it is fragile,
but at least it's foolproof.
i critique, therefore i am.
engaging consistently
in an emancipatory endeavor,
a liberatory tour-de-force.
false hope is a ******* noose,
endangering our biosphere.
the anthropocene is here.
we will not survive
if we remain aloof.
pursue truth.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
You make me bleed,
If only I learnt
how to paint you with it,
This would be worth it.
You make my heart ache,
If only I could turn this into art,
I would find a way
to keep you safe
Without endangering
my fragile beats.
You make me love you,
If only I could turn you into poetry,
And have people appreciate my love,
And not object,
I would.
But I can't.
So now my pen lays there,
The paper waits to be caressed,
The words remain lost in the echoes inside my head
Pleading you to come back.
But no amount of words I write
Will be louder than this worldly hate,
5+5 makes 10 so does 2+8
So why do they have to wrong us
To prove they are correct
I guess only a broken soul can hear
The sound a breaking heart makes,
You heard mine, for that I'm glad,
But you are gone now
The words now fall,
Only to get rusted and forgotten,
You made me hear
The silent lullaby the night sky sang to its lover earth
But now without you here,
It grows quieter every night.
Please, somewhere at some point
meet me again
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Gray cloud laughed heartily at my naivety
In a whirlwind of weather, of changing minds
Drank whiskey that day to warm my plans
My last dollar was spent long before
Your name was forged by my hands
Drank whiskey that day endangering
My properly operating chemistry;
Then a hero appears
To save me, or the day, either way
He's here, laughing
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
The fear and uncertainty
Is lying straight ahead
We have to face reality
It's a fact it must be said.
We live in a world of confusion
We see it on the news
And we are often disillusioned
Properganda is what they use.
The mighty they make us shudder
We hear them everyday
No agreement amongst each other
Just fearful words they say.
No wonder there's addiction
With Drugs and alcohol alike
Predictions from politicians
They never get it right.
Many stop and wonder
About this Nuclear age
It takes one foolish blunder
From a simple act of rage.
Things may not be as obvious
As Destruction from a Nuclear war
Mother nature waits before us
She stands outside our Door.
The shape of this world is changing
But not in the way we may think
Man seems to be endangering
Many creatures could become extinct.
Now all of this seems troublesome
With a planet that no more could be
The end of this world is sure to come
When there's no more Honey Bees.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
Every morning she left the bed warm
The nightmares of her loss bled into the sheets
A ritual she endured every night
My soothing words too little help
The demons proved to be too strong
Those of regret always were
Not even my voice could chase them away
My fingers failing to awaken her
From this nightmare she lived in
She was a woman of unimaginable strength
A leader for the last dregs of us
The warrior meant t lead us all
To a place away from this nightmarish hell
One of extinction we were at the brink of
If only it made a difference
Her gift could only protect her so far
Her mind roamed free from its clutches
Endangering her very existence into the depths of madness
The 3 AM demons couldn’t be kept away
Years of training now failed me
And her too
I hope someday
One day she saves herself
Because none of us can
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
Email please stop
You're endangering my sanity
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, thank you...
I mean, no! I will not be phased!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, hellopoetry! I do love that site.
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Someone liked my poem?
How kind of them!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Well, if I must, I can give a few
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Ok, you got me... that's enough
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, what the ****
BING YOU GOT MAIL
That's... I've seen that before
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, that's not even correct grammar
Well, it's poor grammar
In the very least
BING-BING-BING-BING YOU GOT MAIL
I can't stand this anymore.
It's time to pull the plug.
Hide beneath the rug
I'm coming for you,
You ***** rotten *****
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
You and I and the silky sounds of the sea,
soft and slow,
sweetly stepping without rest,
suddenly we're silently stowed away,
secluded within a ship,
setting sail toward secret sands,
starry skies spying through these surging storms.
Surrounded by electric energy,
engulfing you and me,
endangering the empty empathy,
encouraging us closer to elation's edge,
endorphins eat away our earlier engagements,
and everything escapes through your eyes.
Accepting the expressive expectations,
exposing the explanation of excitement,
exploring and extracting,
exceptional new examples,
as we exit this reality,
upon our pure ecstasy.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
I eat ice
To avoid falling snow
And you see illogical
Contrasts making friends
With alphabetical dinosaurs
Endangering strangers endeavours
But we're human after all.
While wisps stay
To glow
Without light.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
dregs of untruth catches on,
endangering trust.
nandemonaiya.
distraction, destruction.
erring thoughts and emotions.
nevermind.
020617
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
This is what I have created
My world is extended beyond beauties
This world full of wander & wonder
The thousand lullabies of breathe taking
Purple skies
Leaving me at a lost abyss in the ocean
The lighting strikes as the clock stroke 12
The endangering life styles of a night walker
Which lead us in a unbinding circle
Golden Butterflies
One we all cherish so deeply
The land of treason
The land of the forbidden
The land of loners
This is the way that life has faltered
and offered me
For one cannot explain such horrific life styles
This is one of many but no different
This is life and a battle of good and evil
Love?
Is also like a war
One far to many are familiar of this feeling
Thus leaving me in this position
I am like a solider
On a field fighting for my life
and love
A solider of love and life
Fighting a war
of both
fatal and incredible
things...
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Souls don’t have friction, if there without clear instructions to what’s being used for? Meant to combine the velocity of aspects surrounding the pure energy from growing without endangering itself. Souls becoming too powerful without layers. Layers interpreting logical statements of what good values is growing over itself for protection. Layers protecting itself. Protecting itself from the one that needs sheltering. Forcing more layers to follow in direction. Direction forcing more layers to protect itself more over, then pure energy endangering itself too much! Prompting the ideal for conquest in the face of chaos. Chaos sharing varieties without clarity. Clarity taunting the individual switching off any claims to servitude. Who’s this individual? Umm…clarity itself? (Sighs EVERYWHERE!!!) Energy isn’t withholding itself anymore. It’s destabilizing altogether! Pressure doesn’t come with layers. Endangerment is consequence. The ideal claim without surfaces. Surfaces needing layers without logical statements evolving proudly. Evolving flaws meaning to pace itself out. Clean up the act so chaos can protrude reasoning. Basic fundamental truth of life itself. So, which is it…? Souls without layers! Or dynamic layers ******** energy material too fearful to crack without confrontation? Exceeding the limitations of presence alone. Were all doomed! However, why isn’t there a claim to any of this? Friction has another backbone in its surface. It’s cleverly silent.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
Zoos the size of cities,
We are the domesticated cattle,
I am a beast in captivity,
Pacing the confines of my enclosure,
My cage,
Like lemmings we march towards the cliffs edge without hesitation,
Will you fall?
Death or detainment,
The choices they offer us,
I denied them the satisfaction,
They denied me my sanity,
I am a spectacle none seem interested in,
Sidewalks, shopping malls,
Natural habitats,
The endangering species.
**** or be killed,
Use or be used,
We each climb a ladder,
A ladder of corpses,
Our victims take us higher,
You take or you are left with nothing,
Time ticks on.
Instincts are dulled, nails against stone,
Blunted swords,
Bloated stomachs,
Rotting minds.
The precious governed.
Flocks of people,
Sheep to the slaughter,
Imprisoned in the set standard of normal life.
Go to school,
Grow up,
Get a job,
Grow old,
Die.
Rinse and repeat.
Survival is paying off the mortgage,
Success is sustained marriage,
Control has an altogether different meaning than it used to.
We are not in control,
Though we have the power to take it.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC