"enhancements" poems
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much?
Noticed I called you by your rightful title.
Negus
King, Ruler, Emperor
Not ***** or ******
The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable.
But anyway let's get back to it.
Why do you hate me?
Is it because of my full lips or my round hips?
My low tolerance for ********
The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin?
Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin.
Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion?
It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess!
So why not praise me for my natural features
Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements
Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale?
Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale.
But pardon my melanin
I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror
That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me
Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty
But pardon my melanin
My superiority is in my melanin
Encased in my skeleton
Our ancestors wouldn't like this
They would not be proud of that colorism that exist
They slander us for our features yet they list after it
This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit
You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother.
I am the fruit of this nation.
But pardon my melanin
So I'll ask again
Why do you hate me?
We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist
I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss
Melanin filled girls I am here to say
You are a queen never be afraid to be seen
The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd!
You are not ratchet bitter or mean
Youre a stunning melanin queen
So pardon my melanin?
Naw enlightened by me melanin.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
An enhancing drug to increase massive body tone
But let me tell you to leave that steroid drug alone
Body composition improvements will be shown
There are health risks that aren’t known
The outside body appearance you will in the enhance
But the health issues you are betting on chance
Your heart will enlarge
Let that awareness give you a charge
Next you will have kidney problems
Later everything in your body will shutdown
Unless you stop steroid usage, you will be getting closer to being coffin bound
The utterance will be no sound
Instead to trying too quickly steroid build up
Go natural and see your beauty while you hold your head up
It is not worth the rush of death
When it comes to enhancements there will be nothing left
When you use steroids you become a walking time bomb
The signal will be its own sounding alarm
Stay away from steroid enhance while you still got the chance
It’s natural all the way given the endurance too advance.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Paint me on a canvas of the most brilliant white.
Make my body of the most magnificent colors.
Paint me with the best of brushes,
the finest of paints.
Make me worth something more,
than your average human.
Stroke my face with the stillest hands.
Create my appearance and complexion with the most delicate of details.
Make my body the utmost of accurate,
please no enhancements.
Make me love myself,
make my body worth loving,
highlighting it with the most beautiful colors and shades.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Slithering slice
Fixture of light
Flicker, flicker along the fields of my sight
As the bubble I evolve in expands
Expanding towards my iris
Gazing upon my hands
Pupils dilated
Expand, expand
That's all reality does until it morphs towards a new dimension
Once, again it is small
Doing so is your decision
Senses all bound to one
Bound upon the screen am I
High upon the realm is my third eye
Rattling the vibration towards the ends of my feet
In
Out
Then the energy meets
Continuous flow
Cycle, repetition, insanity, whatever may dwell through your mind
All is all, it merely depends on the kind
Variety, but also the same
Dry, but with a hint of rain
There is never a fully accurate range to perceive vibrations
At least not in this journey
My journey, my mere reality
A malleable matter this dimension is
Zoning unto a higher form brings the bliss
Endless doors enclosed in a hallway
Endless hallways enclosed in a complex
Endless complexes enclosed within a grid
Beyond the grid is a mirror
The key to all universes merged and 'alive' within the multiverse
A simple reflection, a mind blowing surge
Breathing deeper into the land I urge
Enhancements as the soul is here
Ego at gone, nothing to fear
How must a force so vulnerable be so beautiful?
That is for all of us to answer
We all thump into one, all inside the mirror of the Green Panther
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
When I grow up,
I want to marry
A Hollister model.
Mother says
I should reconsider.
Seriously,
Reconsider.
But deep down,
I know
that's what I want.
Because behind all of
The airbrush
The diets
The workouts
The computer enhancements
There lies,
A woman.
And on that woman,
Somewhere,
there lies
Scar tissue?
A birthmark?
Or worst of all..
A zit.
Somewhere,
On that perfect woman
There lies,
An imperfection.
And that is why I love her.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
Primordial network,
networking mycelium,
mycelia working,
working primitively,
primitive connections,
connecting chemically,
chemical reactions,
reacting pleasantly,
pleasant visuals,
visual enhancements,
enhancing hallucinations,
hallucinating vividly,
vivid reality,
reality bending,
bending light,
lightly colorful,
coloured full,
fully spiritual,
spirit elevated,
elevated God,
Gods flesh,
flesh Devine,
Devine mind.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
I would like to meet you in person
Reminiscent of technology assembled inside human organisms
You seem like you would be fun
The impression resembling you would bestow gratification
If it works out
Qualification facility comatose
I’d like to grow old with you
Credentials in the vein of cultivating long forgotten enhancements of you
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:56 AM UTC
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These **** every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his **** list as you’re ******
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
I hate the plays on my weaknesses
It's one thing to be manipulated and another to modify
Becoming mutated
Were we ever truly organic or have we been designed ?
Predestined to these predispositions since the dawn of time
No one wins these types of power plays
and I stray to isolation pondering for days
Can mind overcome these matters?
Because the experts don't seem to believe
we are capable of advancement
without these artificial enhancements
After all they have to practice
It's ****** hidden in plain sight
A quiet killer seizing and thieving life as we sleep
In broad daylight
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
Words are uncatchable, fleeting
Soft and sharp
To heal your wounds and break your heart
They can be smoothed and polished to perfection
Or sharpened to create a deadly perforation
Make them shimmer and glitter like sparks of light
Or cast a gloom of perpetual night
Weave them, hold them, string them up
Taint them, paint them, but never use them up
They can be cold and cruel and hard and dark
And kind and warm and bind our hearts
They're twistable, kissable, catchings of glee
Embrodiery in the mighty world tree
Enhancements which dull the melancholy humm
Of work and stress and all things dumb
I'll use them, abuse them, fill them with me
Pay people with words and words with seas
Of amazing knowledge and words of grandeur
They'll always be rich and never be poor
Words are my forte, my intricate strength
But for you, I have no words left.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
You do not die
The absence of life is death,
as the absence of light is dark.
Belief deemed- burning can only be seen
in relation to that which would smother.
Pressing belief to emerge befuddled,
so shall we persist in futile struggle?
Use ability, a gift that has blessed,
enhancements, emerge into unique success.
Leading on to evolve, until age-
leaves its contenders trapped; a skin cage.
You do not die. That is fear believing lies.
In an attempt to avoid distrust,
we will continue, on, out and up.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
There are no hammers in my room.
No tactical advances which need enhancements.
no broken bits of furniture in need of further
assessment.
There are no screwdrivers.
no holes filled with crack filling nothing willing to be cut.
destroyed.
nothing blotchy or broken.
or to say this house is less than homely.
There are no hammers.
no holes filled with crack filling nothing willing to be cut.
destroyed. Deconstructed. Detonated.
No little lines on the carpet, no rusty pipes beneath my sink
There are no razors in my bathroom
nothing which brings blood from my retinas
nothing stinks of mold, nothing sinks in the carberater
escaping excavation
measure the short comings of my
makings, and takings, and tasks.
There are no dust mites beneath my bed
there are nothing but soap and cleansing masks.
sleeping with the boogy man, sharing his head
space,
no naked, termites in my walls.
skeletons in my closet.
nothing that would appall an exterminator.
nothing which says this house is less than
homely.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Busy catching each report, we are
glued to a fascination. Though, it is
more than that.
It is life and love taken.
Audio visual enhancements trigger
remote and widespread accord.
Fellow feeling vibrates and all tune
in to Paris. Who could help being
absorbed in bandaging blue ruin?
I want to hear the song playing
when shots rang out and life was
postponed, cut short.
I want to hear that song finish.
Survival depends on seeing,
hearing this song performed to fin. From where it was shot riven
Friday, November 13, 2015, it is
vital to have it play out, again.
Paris, I have danced with you.
Your artists, lovers, chefs have
dipped me in your graciousness.
I owe you promise of return.
Untiring are we who share your
passion for life. You gave us a
lady holding a torch of liberty.
She wants you to look past this
time of darkness, into her light.
She still holds up that noble idea.
Her arm is indefatigable.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
Looking through my photographs
For an image that will last.
Having something to say
About how I lived my days
Individual not in disguise
No forced colours or inverted skies
Or those enhancements using other links
That make your mind blink.
Has to be simple not constructed or planned
Touch of serendipity lending a hand
So my new update from a photo I take
With a child's windmill and a bird on a slate
A friendly sheep , a ceramic heap
Scattering stones, last season's bulb grown
A clematis shoot tied up with string
These are some of my favourite things.
For what is beauty but a surprise
Something unexpected, a moment's desire.
Love Mary
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
I know Cinderella...
The girl is nothing less then a Queen...
Its always our GOD parents,
that seem to take care of things...
When Our providers have moved on,
we are sometimes left with some steps
that seem hard to climb....
And put whips upon our backs,
But I saw her transform,
I witnessed her change....
Those small beast to stallions,
And a pumkin connected to their mange......
A little bit of dust,
brushed along my nose
and I grew......
I know she got there because I drove,
I was touched and defined...
Belief in the enchantment,
gave me these limbs....
perfect enhancements.....
If she became a Queen,
Even after midnight....
I can reinforce these enhancements
That I had for one night......
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
we were utterly surprised
on seeing her face
there wasn't a wrinkle present
on its surface space
yet only six months ago
her dial was looking quite the age
it is possible that a plastic surgeon
had refreshed her crumpled page
the cosmetic enhancements
did work a treat
everything about her visage
was pressed exceptionally neat
now she's a woman
of a most desirable profile
that will make men
spiritedly wink and smile
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
When was the last time
A smile graced those lips
When did you ever laugh too much
As tears streamed down your face
And a stitch pained your sides
Bending forwards clutching your stomach
Until you toppled over
Rolled on the floor
And then begged to stop
It's been too long
I can't remember
The last time I let go
The child within has been lost
Amongst professionalism and conduct
Always being appropriate
I think I grew up
What about the last time
You went a whole day without
Looking in the mirror
Priming that hair to perfection
Painting on enhancements
Wondering if those clothes
Make you look fat
And if these accessories matched
It's been too long
I can't remember
The last time I let go
The child within has been lost
Amongst self-esteem and confidence
Every impression seems to count
I think I grew up
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Thousands of generations,
Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities
Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals
Their will to live - the pure essence
As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice
Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained
Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice
When the last threads of humanity are dictated
By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating
Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium
The hypocrisy of the social hivemind
Intellect seeping through luminescent containers
Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts
In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial
In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities
Disguising them as enhancements
As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes
Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically
Resembling maggot infesting their corpses
The fallacy of its concept governing the output
In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery
Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat,
Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity
Remains in the soulless remnants of a man
Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Will we find them
Those who believe in just
Just us and justice
Or just the collateral
Both the cost
And the damage
Refrain from
The pain and the strain
We seem to be so ... Much
.. in opposition
But how can that be
If we don't all understand the mission
Clicking along mile after mile clicks in kilometers distance
We need an intermission an
inner mission
Some real resistance
Legality formality it All leads down the hole to mans mortality
Justice became speed bumps
for the rich and powerful
All men are created equal?
Then let's start with some enhancements
More human less technological
Until we get back to that place where humans can be logical
More persistent ... Less insistence
And our opposition should become less resistance
At least we can hope that
human nature is actually
humananallogical
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
A Thursday night full of enchantment
Just me and my girl
Yes, we've taken some relaxation enhancements
And all's right with the world
For once it's been a pretty good day
Nothing has gone awry
We sit chilled out, no harsh words to say
And for now, it's not a bad life
An atmosphere of sheer contentment
As we both sit here relaxed
No niggling worries, no resentment
And we're chilled to be max
It's cool to have a rare good night
No hassles and no sorrows
Let's hope that this feeling might
Last until tomorrow
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC