"endorsing" poems
Fiat lux and
Then I stand and see how it looks out on
Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is
Out speeding on the autobahn while she is
Now sleeping on futons in peace it's
Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet
Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's
A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in-
Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's
Driven to this racer who makes her en-
Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
Love who's the catcher who has her and
Now you see
It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly
Down the street
Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally
Into this dreamcatcher's hazard
Our dreamcatcher's hazard
Oh have you heard
It's absurd that the whip cracked
Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat-
Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta-
Ble biblically faith-
Ful foolishly a-
Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our
Dreamcatcher's hazard and
That dreamcatcher's hazard's a
A madness that is learned
And it's absurd
So say the mattress is glowing it's holy
Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only
Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams
It's you and me be-
Cause for you my blood is flowing
For you my blood is glowing
For you this blood is flowing
And too the flood is blowing
It's true our love is growing
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Teasing the beast
Looking for a feast
Hounds barking at our ears
Vultures flying up ahead
Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse
Compartmentalizing symptom after symptom
To hide the great systematic sickness
Labeling the suffering, outcome from desire
We, wholeheartedly accepting being
Appropriated, labeled, discarded
As construing our own oppression and sadness
Enduring the **** of our minds
Being castrated of our consciousness
Before we reap the products
Of its bold liberation and grandness
Its the belly of the beast
And its hungry
Insatiable, amoral entrails
Hoping to salvage a feast
From the casualties of d(e)moc(ratic) wars
Hoping we feed our monstrous fear
Thirsting for the greed
Dripping off of accumulating wealths
Impatiently waiting, we keep parceling out grudges
Disfiguring our minds, our souls, and our bodies
Its misanthropic nature lashes out without conscience
Knowing we'll never realize we are masses
Disappearing the individuals who realize their suffering
Ensuring there's no collective opposition or action
Trying to reassure we are weak
Knowing at some point or another
We all act mute, deaf, and blind when anyone experiences:
Oppression
Pain
Silencing
****
Hunger
Fear
Violence
Repression
Retaliation
Discrimination
Torture
Negation
Alienation
All forms of mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual mutilation
Fearing death more than fighting for necessary abolishment
Preferring to live out our veiled miseries
Endorsing their continuance
Instead of risking our lives for everyone's liberation
Always ensuring the feast of the beast
By its very efforts trying to decree our very human nature
Ingraining greed, fear, animosity, and weakness as if inherent of us
All parts of its most damaging weapon: the seed of discord
Its implantation, a socialized deep desire for self-preservation
Sheep bleating painfully toward our ears
Vultures flying up ahead
Circling a bald eagle's fresh corpse
Signifying the impending recapturing
Of our true transformative desires
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
redefining awkward definiens
endorsing victorious evening
clamoring hawk-like intonations
conjecturing additional goals
optimizing ambient network
winning illinoisan night
trapping hacked-up events
warping æsthetic remnants
resuming inaudible overture
rallying auric-state net-work
defying anti-punk technophobia
eliminating cavalier homies!
minding icelandic anniversary
winging ersatz excuses
kicking ecstatic nerves
denying lackadaisical event
questioning upper echelons
brûlant en calice
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Pride dug a hole in their relationship
Deeper and deeper they dug
Silence was the casket they fell in
No echos of love
Endorsing anger as their new form of emotion
Blaming each other like old fools
Manipulated souls
Feeling destroyed
as pride became their voice of reason
Leaving no choice
Obeying it as they both chose to be (right) no love (left)
Promises ignored
Both robbed of happiness
Pride introduced them to emptiness
Both stressed and depressed
Seeking validation for their emotions
Turning to negativity to find satisfaction
The devil between them
Comfortably cuddling with their souls
Creating a divided union lacking a destination
pride left them Lost with no direction
Pride destroyed their beautiful connection
It destroyed their promises and hopes for a bright future
Suffering to see the sunlight while living in darkness
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
A world convulsed at fallacious lies,
With a pensive reality,
And caliginous skies.
A night as dark as the depths of hell,
Malignant capabilities,
Your sinister voice I know too well.
Due to your influence,
I have become oblique.
Dreading all the words
That you speak.
Am I truly the one you seek?
Now I have prospected
and also detected
That the only way to be consummate
Is to remain idyllic, and appreciate
The taciturnity you’ve effected
I apprehended
That I should have escaped while I could
But I pretended
Like I misunderstood
That you were do good.
You insanity was cloaked by a hood.
I’m not endorsing you to deliver my downfall,
Aforementioned here, is my last stand.
Absent from reality I’ve become,
Just to plummet down this peak once more,
Due to the careless vivacity
of the fellow that is blind,
to his doings unkind.
And now, all you do is provoke
The constant fear that I have chosen
the wrong bloke.
And for this I have frozen
A friendship that was golden.
I really shouldn’t crave you
but for some reason
I can’t abdicate.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
I can hear metallic words emerging from your lips
All throughout the best part of my day
Inviting all my inner focus to your bitter uproar
Endorsing all my resolve to move away
Your brash recklessness cast dark shadows down
Of great anguish and unbearable distress
As you continuously violate all of my emotions
With all this agitation you profess
You seem to find the greatest of comfort
In confessing all your misery
But I find myself totally unsympathetic
To your persistent verbal parodies
So if you stop and wonder why, I am no longer here
If you are uncertain of the very reason
Take a good listen to yourself and you will see why
My emotions are no longer in your open hunting season
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation
on my shoulder blade, away from any destination
so underpaid, my paychecks archaic
not even a quarter to go to arcades with
it’s outrageous!
misery must be contagious
haven’t seen happy faces in ages
It may just be time to vacate
break out like rosacea to the golden gate
every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state
like Colorado
i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado
like a desperado full of bravado
with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though
singing in staccato **** an intervention’
time to get uncertain,
speed full throttle towards the intersection
laughing and swerving
through the red light cursing
and yelling interjections
with a bottle of bourbon
horns blaring, it’s deafening
my middle finger ascending
just struck a deaf person
no ***** giving
i’m out of my mind, livid
get hired and fired in 5 minutes
from any job i was given
i’m tired of living
no one even knew i existed
until i started whizzing through traffic
causing collisions,
now i’m forcing decisions
on residents w/ moral convictions
who’d rather see me oral constricted
then remain mortal in prison
got these ******* endorsing petitions
to have me executed by poison injection
shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned
and did i mention-
My backseat looks like a knife convention
there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension
Sketching art on the desk while serving detention
some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection
i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection
and see my reflection in the water
as i’m descending slow motion like deception
my body is in all different positions of flexion
this is met with favorable reception
hear the crowd’s exhilaration
i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection
just waiting to hear the splash
and waves crash then….
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
VI
Several hours to the nearest coast
away for a night and day is all
our landlocked lives would allow.
That first time we arrived at night,
down the steepest hill to the road’s end,
to wind and rain, and a hardly visible sea.
Then up three steep stairs we climbed,
to that attic room where opening
its window on a November night
we sat in its deep-silled space
to see the waves seething below us,
waves vying for room in a bay
crowded with rolling forms
of water eager to break and fling out
foam and **** spray and stone.
Later and despite the rain
we walked the length of a beach so dark
our shoes could hardly guide us home.
Always the incessant sounding sea.
High above a drama of moon and clouds
throwing jagged shadows on the wet sand.
Caught in this play of natural things
how could we not hold these images
ever closer to the imagination’s heart?
VII
I’ve come again
to my favourite place:
below the coarse grass landward,
above the wet sand seaward.
This zone of discovery,
my well-found land of treasure,
rich in bewildering textures.
Some of it I could do without,
but even the plastic is
beguilingly ornamental.
I carry with this bag of mine my third eye.
I will collect and even curate (in the field)
ephemeral exhibitions on suitable surfaces.
Never camera-shy these found objects.
Later, they may appear
on my studio table, or pinned
against the wall, then primed
with carborundum on
a collographic plate, stilled
into life for the purposes of art.
Whatever the object may be,
it carries my tide-mark,
a quality sign endorsing a choice
made on a deserted beach,
and proved to be right
when placed in my hand.
It registers rightful ownership.
Who knows, one day
it might embody something
more than an image of itself.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
product endorsements
are what I like to do
and boy have I got
a good product for you
since I've been wearing
the EverFlex brand
of shoe
endorsing them is all
I like to do
they've a comfortable fit
and on the foot
they so nicely sit
EverFlex are the kings
in the shoe-making vocation
and should you not be
slipping into a pair
your feet won't be
sensing elation
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
A justification is crying out,
Not one based on vengeance,
But a cause driven by sympathy.
Fighting for a simpler life,
Ending evil intentions with peace,
Endorsing virtue solely for righteous principles.
Putting a stop to complicated ways,
Eliminating the difficult obstacle course,
And opening up all paths in the maze.
Practicing an easier world for everyone,
Starting by aiding help when assistance is needed,
Instead of preaching how hard survival exists on earth.
Even though life is a test,
No person is on trial just for living,
So try to offer the same fair route you value.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
. . . T h i s . . .
B o u n d l e s s ocean of life
And in roses imageries of you and me
O’ sparks of your beauty I am yearning to see
Face to face, if you raised those beautiful eyes, at me
Heavenly niche of hearts would cause the shadows to flee
My tongue soaked in bouquets of your melody, would set free
Odes would fall from movement of sky, endorsing my plea
Elegance of your smile, a garden of paradise and it’s key
B l o o d of my heart, O’ red w i n e it would be
Baring of your s a c r e d sight with g l e e
M a r v e l of fresh blossoms, is it
. . . You or me ? . . .
✒ ℐamil Hussain
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
~ Ommm ~
I'm attempting to find inner peace on the top floor
of a down town community hall.
~ Ommm ~
I can hear the anxious siren of an ambulance;
its tone stretched out by the sound waves
that fail to keep up.
~ Ommm
Focus on your breathing... ~
For an apparently relaxation endorsing pose
right now I feel very uncomfortable.
~ Ommm
Look towards your inner eye.
See the beam of bright, white light shine
From your third eye.
See the bright light... ~
I can't see it, are there special opticians
For people who can't see through their third eye.
Maybe I don't have a third eye...
Oh no, I don't think I have a third eye!
~ Ommm
Focus of your breathing...
Focus on the bright light
radiating from your inner eye... ~
Okay I think I've found it, is that it?!
~ You should follow along
towards the golden temple,
Step forward.
And with each step
focus on the feeling
of the fresh, green grass
beneath your feet. ~
My right foot has serious pins and needles!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
~ Your left foot is your Karma,
Your right foot, your Dharma
With each step focus on the feeling
of the fresh, green grass beneath your feet... ~
My Dharma has serious pins a needles!
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
~ Ommm ~
I need to move but I don't wanna disrupt my zone of inner peace.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
~ Step into the pool
and feel yourself melt within it.
And lose the sense of having ****** form
Float into the nothingness.
Drift off into the water... ~
I wonder if there are inner eye lifeguards
For the little imagination people who can't swim.
~ Focus on your breathing ~
Pins and needles!
Ouch ouch ouch!
Maybe if I wiggle my toes a bit...
~ Gradually come back to the sense of having a body.
Feel yourself being bought back to life.
You are re-born. ~
Re-born?! Well, if you say so but
My right foot is proper dead right now.
~ Ommm
Keep gently breathing... ~
And now I better brace myself for
the many uncomfortable, complicated poses
that we will manipulate our bodies into...
~ Ommm ~
That distract us temporarily from the manic metropolis chaos
that's buzzing right outside the windows.
~ Ommm
Stretch out and breathe in that beautiful prana ~
The dusty air, choked with car fumes
and the diesel engine hum of the noisy dockyard nearby.
~ Ommm ~
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
I.
This bridge spans two worlds... No, two realities, though where gone?!
Mirrors the mythological beauty of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Endorsing the clout and stoicism of Zeus's Statue on Mount Olympus
Parallels the grieving love that built the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus
Evokes the envy of the world as did the Great Library of Alexandria
Rescues forlorn souls, unrivaled since the Lighthouse of Alexandria
Embodies Giza's Pyramid's genius and their incorporated golden ratios
Shorter lived and more vulnerable than the Colossus of Rhodes
Most impressive, though, is that this bridge was only built by two
Abandoned the 8th wonder of the ancient world... Dare who?
II.
Horatius Cocles, sole guardian of its last half, despairs at the disrepair.
Mind forever enveloped and enthralled by shadow's legendary glare!
Horatius Cocles, despondent, knowing that glory days are long lost,
but more so bearing knowledge that Venus will never once more cross!
Horatius Cocles, tortured by this bridge, yet impotent to torch it ablaze.
Disabled evermore by visceral love, yet would do it all the same.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
As i shape stanzas, Adam Lanzas **** the cameras, in glamorous stands up, against the manners of actors, in the matters of forgotten factors, in a world gone bananas, I still cant stand us, even when we are dead.
I have tried every side of the bed to no diligence unchecked, in a nervous wreck of annoyance coining in and destroying it, for a bonus, its bogus to know us, but i'm owning it yet, with no regrets and loose concepts to be swept to ***** and on my feet.
I'm obsolete, and my talk is cheaper than most, as i host my feats in a single page, post heathen faze incomplete, as it is only so lonely in the frozen face of flattery, where i may fill my battery, but nothing more, in boring affordability, storing dreams for safe keeping to a later day that may never be, but hey, what does it matter anyway, i will either be, or not be.
I may be just lapsing in luxury, rupturing the subtlety of my structuring around the scars of brain parts too far to reach.
Lets meet on middle grounds with silent screams and loose eyes, fiddling the sounds and singing for the criers, expiring behind less than inspiring doors.
I am just bored, praising the lords of a more recordable source, reliably on course, with a deplorable force, endorsing the chores of servitude, never meaning to be rude, as i enjoy my solitude, while in the employ of the gratitude for what i got, but im not...
That boy anymore, my wonder turned wandering and i will never be that baby again, nor alone, so let go, in knowing the flow can be trusted in showing us something more, said the slave to his ***** before a morbid torrent to show her core to the floor of a showroom, vacuumed into space, awakening to the fate, of monotonous finality, praying to randomly generated gods, for the fogs of war... or anthing more, than this.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
twitchley body funds my eyesight,
endorsing social security of the mind--
the free market of my inhibitions deci
des to monopolize the rights to my soul
as a crown corporation but we'll nationa
lize again again with the help of shock d
octrine-- flinching in the light you called
the office of internal affairs regarding mat
ters of the heart, but but but it was left to
open classrooms to tell you what and how
to live yer life, and nothing more. who kee
ps anyone different? who holds them to sim
ilar? what makes me no h2o and what mak
es you no granite? because last night we cal
led you drunk and you called us sober. no
one picked up the comments and no one pic
ked up the phone. crippled and meaningless,
nihilism felt obliged to die. i felt obliged to die.
i felt obliged to leave myself alone, or risk seei
ng me again.
the noose cooperated and collapsed and collapsed,
and collapsed.
this is not a suicide note. it is a sidenote
and you will find me beating deep inside yer
chest.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Painfully the heart beats the chest,
Ember of lineal segregation will come out,
And the ripping blaze of fire will engulf,
Communal harmony consummating peaceful coexistence gulf,
Executing ethnicity, caste, creed and religion smithereens.
Patriot’s spirit yields serene backdrops,
Everyone permanently scribbling down the tales,
And if we don’t improve the stories,
Coming generations will be forced to clean up our mess,
Ending up in the question “what is peace?”
Peace is simply forgiveness,
End of hate, war or violence,
Abstinence of using violence to show our emotions,
Calming silence,
Endeavor to have unity in diversity.
Portrayal of Kenya’s flag is peace,
Entailing every magic spell of her climate, history and culture,
Appraised by her quick succession of seasons,
Culminated by the gentle sun and benign rain that softens the mind,
Endorsing peace naturally.
Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
Morning is a trigger to activate the awakening normative
Prior to such a tradition was endorsing the night of sedative
Temptation pressures me to remain with the sleep of comfort
But day is none other than a truce between light and alert
Leave the bed I must and forward to the room of ****** nurture
The kitchen is the place to cope past the room filled with furniture
Upon the counter I shall set my coffee to rest with the breeze
Bacon is part of the morning nurture I shall extract from the freeze
Inside the toaster shall be two bread slices facing the slow roast
Alongside the swine's flesh shreds are eggs from the chicken host
Products of meat shall cook upon the range until come the full stop
This morning meal shall I consume when done its use on the countertop
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I have tried to give birth to a new and improved version of my vision
Exulting blips of exactitude and ambition
Flashes of pretension on a screen of pending dreams
Lacking mobility and projection
Inertia writhes
I'm mainly advertising trying to sell and intrigue
To those who have enough eloquence to persuade my predilection and schemes
Endorsing me providing lifelines and pure consciousness
Lacking the force of extorted themes and exulting worthiness
Cleansing my mind of the mocking bird's trash heap
Help me dissemble the falsified declarations and professions of fiends
I want to be pristine
I beg thee to teach and galvanize me
Endowing me with inexorable sight
Keeping me keen and full of bold might
I am willing to fight
Bring me to the surface of these turbulent seas
No need to mention my frailties and anxieties
All I ask is a breath from the surface of true realities
The urgency constrains my needs for rejuvenation and appreciations
For all those little beautiful things that once meant the world to me
Like pink carnations
Sleeplessness morphs into spells of insomnious hauntings
Stunting my contractions
It's completely and utterly exhausting
A labor deprived of true initiative and wanting
It may sound silly but everything is contradictory
It is these pains that leave me incomplete, ineffectual, and in paralyzing omission
Excluded and feeling great depths of oppression
Despairing and kept in solitary confinement
Suffering more than I'd like to profess
Distressing the matters that cave into my chest
An infiltration of insurmountable anguish
Abolished
Untouched by a shoulder or hand of accommodation
Is it selfish to push for this magnitude of isolation?
I crave cultivation
I want to grow into the Giant Sequoia
But the fires of self doubt leave my branches in ruins
Smoke signals sending sirens
A constant affliction
It's all my own doing
Contingency pleading for nourishment
Somehow knowing thee and ye could constitute for something of legends
Tell that to our reflections
Or maybe it's the fear of fire that terminates our pregnancy
Causing us to introvert instead of projecting
Withholding both you and I from mastery
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
Black glass
Hugged by plastic.
A rigid, shiny stone,
Holy and smooth as silk.
It calls upon you.
Its dark face glowing with glee,
its still form
trembling in tantrum.
Eyes gawk eagerly while
dexterously trained fingers
Slide their grease-stained trail
across its blossoming surface,
trapped in vanity.
A technological marvel,
one might say,
it’s glistening roads worshipped and
Truly wondrous.
All the images: moving, smiling, addicting.
The knowledge of the universe, packed into
a tiny, plastic cocoon,
festering, growing, evolving,
eager to be eaten.
Endorsing gluttonous laze, and
Unmasking humanity’s
unseemly colors;
it lulls you in with its
digital spindle embrace, the
sharp strings of data
reaching in through the eyes and
touching the optic nerve.
Neurons swell in ecstasy, pupils dilate, the heart screams;
matter of the brain catches fire in
its electrical storm, and
cascades into chemical ******
Satiating a toxic lust.
Brilliant glass
turns to black,
stuck to your hand like glue.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
You say you’d cry,
If my eyes went dark
Say your world will die
If death makes its mark—
On me, your child, I swear,
To watch you from above– wiping your tears
The cause for my fate— you would not bare
I apologize for endorsing your fears
Don’t worry, don’t cry
It’s not time to say goodbye
I promise to try
But please, don’t rely—
On an Oath, so hollow
So easy to break
But still I beg you, do not follow—
For joining me will not heal your ache
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
proud parent of a closeted gay kid
my honour student has clinical depression
crybaby on board
if you can read this, this is the closest thing to intimacy i have experienced in weeks
the voting system is a fraud. i think we should reconsider the infrastructure of the american government before endorsing a candidate via the back of our vehicles
how's my driving? validate me please i'm so sad
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
Outwriting
insecurity
each word
tears down the wall
Endorsing
his humanity
thoughts into feelings
fall
The truth
beyond the shadows
unspoken
in the light
Waiting
for a voice set free
that makes it
—through the night
(The New Room: November, 2023)
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 10:56 AM UTC
I hear you're going through a rough time
Returning to your roots, watching life pass by
Endorsing your own importance, until the last of july
So they'll keep you alive somehow, you'll never die
Everybody wants to think, life is really fair
Everybody wants to think, that they really care
Wait as their smile trickles down your lilac veins
Curious you are, but nothing to explain in a space of raspberry canes
You're swerving in the open lane while others paint their image in chains
The ones you love and the ones you need, you must neglect
Journey to the savage and heady places to connect
Now what you want is what you prefer to reject
What you strive to become is a luminous peacock worm
But you're an avian flying with what you've earned
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I think a lot of my name
but little of my signature
The letters left bleeding
as they die on the page
Endorsing a memory
in the hearts of my readers
The words free of structure
—immortality assuaged
(Dreamsleep: July 25, 2023)
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 3:37 PM UTC