"enmities" poems
The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
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‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say?
‘A posteriori’ leads the way
For the extra and the ordinary
Axiomatic sway,
In the gravity of corollary,
‘A priori’ interplay
Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation,
As the innocence of dissonance delay.
Practicing semantic contemplation,
In willfully prevenient interpolation,
Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray,
Forecasts in vague extrapolation
Contrasts the millennial contagion
Already underway,
Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves,
To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves,
A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves,
Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves,
Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves,
A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves.
The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates,
An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states,
Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates.
Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates,
Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates,
Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion,
Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion,
The personable recluse fighting an illusion
Breaking down the nuances of every institution.
Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity
Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility,
An opinionated adversary,
to the realist without evidence,
Theorizing in futility,
Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community.
Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified,
Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified,
Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide,
Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide,
Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified.
Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity,
As consequential regiments are expounded universally,
To unstratify the residents indiscriminately
And identify quantum elements spiritualistically,
Changing collective behavior individually,
Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Gymnasiums
Modern battlegrounds,,
Those days...
Blood on the floor,
And spittle.
Rival towns,
White - Red.
Sitting Bull long gone,
Custer long dead.
Native sons,
Sons of pioneers
Still locked in enmities,
Remembrances of treaties broken,
Lying words,
Hatreds long unspoken.
So much of fear
So little trust,
Braggarts claiming coup,
Braggarts thinking war
Through basketball.
So it was one night
I slipped and fell
In a reservation gym,
Heard the hiss and laughter,
Felt the rush of fear...
Anger came.
Before my racist pride
Could grow,
I felt a hand,
Heard a voice,
"You okay?'
Spike Bighorn
Pulled me to my feet
Before a silent crowd.
A quiet act of bravery
That spoke aloud
Made me see the way
Through hate,
Set me on a path
To lead me forty years....
An act of kindness
In a place of fear
Defuses tension,
Ends the wars,
Shames the cowards,
Fills the void
With hope.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
It's just four words
But his knees are up his lips
Afraid it might not work in the long run
If she leaves one day
Will he ever find love again?
He loves her like the ocean waves kissing the shore
Like the sun burning despite sleeping but his love beating with fervor
For the gleaming moon with elegance in its eminence
But these four words are impossible for him to speak
"Will you marry me?"
Might never cease to exist
*He doesn't know where to begin, for these four words overwhelm him
Flooded with excitement but doused in fear, losing his train of thought when she's near
His love for her burns a flame so bright, lighting up the darkest of nights
He thinks to himself, "we've leaped the hurdles of three words, I love you, I can do these four"*
He imagined the first night with her
Will be the most intimate, not ***
But just being with her in bed
Pillow fights to jumping on springs
Talking until the sun rises
Knowing that this will be forever
With these reveries in his head
He cast aside all the enmities and fear inside
Looking at that Tiffany & Co Heart shaped diamond
He called her and said to himself
"This is it. I can do this."
*Into the room she glides, glowing like an angel descending from heaven
With a questioning expression, exploring him up and down
She asks "Yes my love?"
With the confidence of kings, he kneels before his queen
Before a word slips his mouth, diamond rivers glisten
Streaming down her scarlet cheeks, he reaches out to her hand*
***"Sweetheart, I would like to ask for your hand,
Will you be mine forever?"***
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
then why even tell me
if your plan wasn't to rip out my
(insert worthless metaphor)
just once
why cant our souls speak
tan pants and butterfly clips
lakeside conversations and moments of eternity
succumb to a starvation like lust
leave it alone
take another sip from a cup full of memories
drowning in another diluted moment
ill never surface for air
and my body will never float to the surface
of lies and deceit
you can bury me in the honesty of this moment
headlines and headstones
ive already been erased
you cant revive love
dead is gone and gone is dead
incoherent?
hardly
you know how i think
i dont pretend to know me
youll never understand me
suffocating even as you try
asphyxiation alluding to inner clarity
don't be fooled by my lack of reality
trust me
and take heed
no swimming allowed
in my head
that could have been the perfect ending to this
but ive been wrong before
maybe its another begi....
no don't say it
that phrase is overused
my heart is overused
wretched and heaving
vomiting past indiscretions
volatile projections of regret
limitless wandering of the eternal enmities of my life
smile
i just did
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Shallow Victoryprose for enmities
Where were you when I was tied to a tight right fright fight flight- out of site- bed of nails?
Where were you as I climbed the river’s apex- onto the bridge to jump into the grubby gray filthy foul nubilous turbid Yarra River during afternoon peak hour?
A couple of years later I found a path that led me to solid ground.
The floor of leaves: ashen brown- dried from the autumn skies that frighten the forest walls lived my torso and mind.
Decision plus: chambering up the tree-big burly branches to hang on to or to just hang: whatever you please- I swung backwards and jumped down only to feel fervently frighted and let down by myself.
Bad reasoning is the corner stone of every neuro-domapine- lacking- serotonin- high- chemical- affected-aneurysm-apocolptic-trip-of- nine- inch holes- cranium-madness
Am I supposed to weep at a funeral every other time?
Or cry at birthdays?
I don’t know anymore.
Lost the music in the ears.
Loud as London buses.
To Camden Town or Finsbury Park
Back North where we lunch in Hampstead Heath.
Meeting with the dead-turning life into sugar- was my soul brain fed properly.
Nice to hear the dream come truly alive.
Ears are made of wax.
Eyes to peer in.
Tax merchants visiting their wards.
I exist as a soiled tar glum stolen by a grub ancient times ago.It’s about the whole rage. Ripping into your sick mind and gut stripped out of you like a lamb slaughtered.
Another organic area of bile.
Living with a sin or kin.
Blabber- bub-drums-it into a ball
Dearth path laugh quark
Dim- win-din-pinned and high on smack
Hot tot rot amaze me with your scream number 1
Bella- we all been one sometime
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 5:51 AM UTC
Don't you think its funny how sugar can be addicting
Like hearts are made of red candies, and somber beasties are heaving
Let cravings become your hunger and hunger become your eyesight
Oh sugar can be amazing, but what exhausts is the strifes might
Like corrosive complexions shifting red hearts that you soon will eat out
Like sugar, red hearts start messing minds up, that's love without the doubt
For hearts are but fragile candies some may chew and others save
Thoughtless little behaviors causing enmities deprave
Oh powerful sugar emotions organized by love confetti
Slowly coming through a stream, so sweet yet simply steady
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Is it worth me asking
you, to imagine, a
world without bread?
We can do without most
things, alcohol, meat, even
*** but not bread.
There are societies or
places such as AA and
vegetarian restaurants.
There are organisations
and sects for those who
wish to become celibate.
But, to my knowledge, no
such communities to cater for
those with enmities to bread.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
No boundaries for me
No limits for me
No land for me
No nation for me
Ah..but all belongs to me.
I can fly freely to any nation
I can fly freely anywhere
I can fly freely to infinity
I can fly to the the land of nowhere &
I c'n fly 'nywhere in this vast open sky
This life is most joyous than thine
This life is freed from all the enmities
This life is freed from the selfishness
O!...living creature come and join us
And thy will be freed from all the miseries of life.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC