"entailed" poems
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I am afraid to own a Body—
I am afraid to own a Soul—
Profound—precarious Property—
Possession, not optional—
Double Estate—entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir—
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
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My hands that reeked of death.
I was stained before I knew.
What it meant,
What loss entailed.
I was different once,
Now I'm different too.
The loving gaze,
Reached me from the stars.
One faithless day.
I watched me die.
What I could've been if I never knew.
You stared at me like the gravel.
I laid to rest,
All my innocence.
The light inside me,
Snuffed before it could form.
The cold metallic taste now stuck,
Clinging onto me.
Like nothing ever will.
Because I will always reek of death.
And I will mourn for you.
For what I could have been.
Your life that had only just begun,
Pretending that it was enough.
You will never know what it is, to stop.
-Persephone
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
Her bright brown eyes on the luminous Sun rested.
The mere prospect of a new day entailed excitement.
Up and down she jumped in pure juvenile mirth
This four year old was in love with the Universe.
'One day I'll be seventeen,' her colourful mind exclaimed.
'I'll be big and beautiful and grown up!'
The thought of the future made her eyes sparkle
The joy in those brown pools was untouchable.
Her sleep-deprived brown eyes on the luminous Sun rest.
The mere prospect of a new day makes her groan.
Up and down she jumps in pure frustration.
This seventeen year old is in war with the universe
'Never again will I be four,' her grey mind states.
She feels small and unattractive and worn down.
The thought of the future makes her eyes sparkle.
The teary fear in those brown pools is untouchable.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
Our cheeks blushed as we smiled,
Because we knew what was actually going on.
The past I had was a shredded mishap,
However Like an alcoholic, I was addicted,
This heartache, its still in me.
The memories, they're still in me
So take me down to blue sandy beaches,
Make me forget what last season entailed,
Because all I've ever had was a desert tundra.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
while reading a book
that taught me not to judge it by its cover.
The twisted crooks
that the story entails
the end trails of coke heads
that still drop slowly down the walls of
East Harlem.
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
and all of its massive holiness
creating a halo around my entire body
without fearing a bullet would come rushing in
and **** me dead
I sat and read of another universe where
life and love still exist
but in a way I could not bring myself to condone
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
with a dark shadow created by the backlit room
safe and in place
just wishing I was one of the twisted crooks
the story entailed
with my end trails in a little more danger
than when
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat with the purity of my whiteness,
by the four corner light box
while reading another universe
and doing nothing about it.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
my heart wasn’t intact when I met you
but you took my pieces
and arranged them into a puzzle I didn’t know could complete me.
you held them close,
cherishing the small details they entailed,
and warmed them when they were bitter.
one day,
you decided my puzzle wasn’t yours anymore,
and you threw away those tiny, curvy fragments.
a few there and a few here,
I will find them.
I’ll piece them back together,
and find my heart again.
looking up at the stars,
I wonder why my heart feels this way,
the same way it did before I met you.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
Promies, never to,
The premise of us to part.
Should I ever leave you,
Let being be dashed-
Against black canvas.
Let blood be
A medium of art.
These shackled hands,
Consequence of circumstance
And everything I have entailed.
Perchance, happenstance-
That which we have lived
And all that was not availed.
The fog of brokenness, and ache of loneliness.
Against reality, we rail.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
Whether we like it or not,
Friendship is a contract
Which, when mutually accepted,
Binds us closely together.
In friendship, we are bound emotionally,
We have a social bond
Which entails a responsibility
To care and be cared for;
To maintain and nuture,
To preserve the boundary's,
Hold to the mould,
And endure....
Endure beyond hardship,
Social discomfort,illness
And even death.
Trust me.....
To be a true friend
You must undertake this contract
And honour it indefinately.
You enter the roller coaster of emotion
Entailed with the close mortal link
With another soul.
Friendship, if taken seriously,
Is a heavy responsibility
But it's benefits bestow the participants
With the sure knowledge
Of a close warmth of contact,
Of understanding and dependability
And a confidence of spirit
In knowing that out there....
Someone very special cares.
M.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
I see you staring at me
Dressed in red, laced in black
I can hear your innocent cherry beckoning
You have twenty-three flavors I lack
I start by grabbing those cans
A double ****** stack
Moving higher, I finger your top
until your beauty has been successfully unveiled
It is only now that I catch a waft
of your scent, my nose now entailed
and without hesitation by my tongue
My mouth sets sail
My eyes close slightly as my hands move
bringing joy as your cans meet my face
I slowly tilt back as I sip your goodness
liquid love slips down my tongue with haste
My dear cherry Dr. Pepper, I must say
No other drink beats your taste!
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 1:52 AM UTC
The trip to the shops
Was as interesting as buying socks
Then I saw it like it was
My rite of passage
The treasure chest
A strong wooden box
The storage of all things special
With a unique lock
My very own pandora's realm
That would contain all those secrets
No one could touch
Or look to what it contains
In went some photographs
Of my family
Pictures of our very first snow
And sand collected of the land I used to know
Poems not meant to be seen
And letters that meant a lot to me
In went my wedding gold
Souvenirs I wanted to keep
The fire breathing dragon light
I used to sleep with under my pillow
My first ever hand held game
Things that remind me of the good old days
That rare coin
No longer in use anymore
And the birthday card
I didn't expect to receive
Then I inked down memories
I never wanted to forget
Family traditions
And my favourite tales
Dreams that changed overtime
And the adventure they entailed
This time capsule
To reveal and visit back in the future
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Since early childhood I've never been one to actively seek the "dramatic" in life; it emotionally drains, it's a blocker of productivity and, quite frankly, it's stupid.
In the sandbox there's always that little one who is perfectly happy to play alone; that would be me avoiding those in love with all the ups and downs drama creates.
There are no better times in life for me than finding that serene inner peaceful place;
the one I seek out when the world seems to be going mad without base of rationale.
The wise of life have looked within the depths of my eyes and deemed me "old soul";
I was too young at that time to understand until another learned elder explained it.
Was still too young to fathom all entailed or why I was chosen born an aged soul; but knew, even at that age, all things happen for a reason and when meant to be.
As I grow older the passage of time for me seems to quicken; Which made me realize when I was very young, life is brief and is not to be wasted on anything related to the toxic or anyone's energy draining emotional drama.
Because as we all age, we run even faster towards the grave.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
In your little book of prayers you asked for something perfect.
A fairytale if you will, and though neither is probable,
fate and God put their hands together to work up a miracle,
leading you to a middle ground;
A gentle poet with an honest heart and subtle charm,
Just the way mother would like.
When he found you, you were already immersed into your novel,
But instinct urged you to lift your head up...
eyes met, a gaze was locked in place.
An earthquaking epiphany shook your insides,
Like a gear that had just been locked in its rightful place.
Color splashed in areas that were once gray.
You aren't much for love at first site,
However this was something deeper.
Like a cheap happy meal toy,
You were broken to begin with, vulnerable to affliction,
A heart overworn from lost love and regret,
You tug and pull at its frayed ends when you are bored,
Turning self mutilation into a unique form of art.
He noticed all of this.
He wished to know every detail that entailed your past,
hoping that someday when you're ready to let go,
He can take that pen in his hand
To rewrite it all out again
So that you may learn to forgive and forget.
Forgive and forget...
Forgive and forget...
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
by the gleam of idols,
governed,
minds’ defied;
no sanctuary
untouched
by their guise
disguising love as god;
a masquerading truth,
entailed with
the cycle
of the moon.
around and around
the shepherds lead
lost souls,
hung on hooks
by fishers of men
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
It was a Merry-go-ish when I wrote for goddess
An A.B.C Montessori when I painted for Kings
I did greater than the honourable Author of Psalms when I wrote for David
Slaughterer of Goliath, the beloved of the yahweh
My diction sublimes at the gaze of your gait
My pun, vapourized at the thought of your trait
A blonde is best honoured with a long whitish strings of hair
To an African Jewel Jezzy a short shinning black hairs in rare
Which glitter like the flashes of cameras from spectators watching El Classico
Situated on d head like a bed of Roses
A gaze at the paradise still remains an imagination
The reality of it is the picture your face renders at every caption
Well set eyeballs like a black shinning button on a white Teddy bear
Perfectly structured nose, an opening to a gold-cafe
It still baffles me if God really did pain you with a neutral Emulsion glossy paint
Because if the blind calmly stare at it
Clearly will his posture be read, ready to be painted
Discussing the movie that is run in the mystery entailed in your lips
Let's just say its a gaze at the sky that is filled with tulips
Enclosing a set of teeth that looks just like a podium designed with mountain of snow
Which at every smile, causes the audiences' heart to blow
At every picture you take
Causes the saddened hearts a re-make
Go through the cardinal points
See the way Ocean of crowds cluster. to make your feet a joint
Appraisal of your beauty is too 'Waowy' to be written as a Bible
I'm a rude lad though, kindly manage this nonsense from the heart that is liable.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.
continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty
wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious
gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images
alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
My words are entailed with empty promises,
And my eyes look at you with judgement and deadly hypocrisy.
My heart beats for the malice of your pain.
And I indulge in the words I say to you,
like a whip of a rose's thorns,
so dark, so sharp, so bold, so beautiful-
SO YOU.
But you always are so different.
An entity I cannot fathom.
Yet with all the bruising and all the madness,
it is you who gets the last laugh
...best.
And as that viscous scarlet rolls down,
down unto the earth,
your hands crush my words,
and your words crush my heart,
and your lips always bring me my defeat.
Indeed.
So dark, so sharp, so bold, so beautiful.
So you.
That it kills.
That it kills me not to have you.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
The Fool
Your shadow is blinding how easy to see
Reflection of light is who I must be
I calculate flaws and see as they grow
With smile to grin I hear your words flow
Assume the position must be in your mind
I make the transition much knowledge to find
Words that are hollow you keep from the wind
Will they go forth…or will they rescind
With promise entailed you act out the game
It’s never your fault no malice or blame
But just when you think you’re cleared from the fall
This man is not foolish…This fool fools them all.
Joe Callari
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
G'day Chaps and Chick-a-Deez
This Luna-Tick has Awoken (Again!)
And, this Time round,
Will be somewhat Outspoken.
My confidence is up
And doesn't/cannot be deflated;
I'm neither here or there,
But I am under-rated.
To realise is one thing,
To release too soon another:
While I hate the current system,
It both feeds and protects as my Mother.
So...slowly, slowly...and
Breathe deeply...breath deeply;
Let's not get ahead of ourselves
And spoil the fun of the Masses.
I might be an Adept
At Adopting new strategies,
But my personal Evolution - unscrewing -
Entailed my total undoing - Devolution.
The pressure We face when **** hits the wall
Should at least be balanced when we know the score.
So thank you my friends - the Voiceless believers;
I was never going to forget my countless Leaflets.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Its Mental health,
Your minds not well,
Not quite as it should be,
Is that your diagnosis or your terminology.
You send me out,
Then bring me back,
Without knowing what’s entailed,
Then look at me with sympathy and claim the systems failed,
Who built the system,
Made the rules,
Who’s system lets us suffer,
“It wasn’t me”
“It’s not my fault “
I hear the words you mutter,
It wasn’t mine but here I am,
I need a path to follow,
I'm tired of being passed from pillar to post
With condolences of sorrow.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Hello, beautiful girl
with whom I share so much
I have crafted my words
into a little composition just for you.
With just a little thought
a picture is sprawled before my eyes
not of pixels or pigments
but of syllables, and sounds in the dark.
I did not understand from the start
what this entailed
as we met under strange circumstances
and even stranger pretenses.
But, I suppose I couldn't help
feeling such intense emotions blossom
in the depths of my heart
empathy and sympathy and all of those other things.
It pained me, shook me, drove me mad
until the thoughts burst from my chest
thumping like a hummingbird's wings
rapid, frantic, and slurred with tears.
However, I could not expect gratitude
from someone so far away and above me
and thus I shall pay those debts
with all I can give.
So, I have created this little selection
of words, phrases, and lines
to say what I am unable to speak
and it is only for you.
And, however simply or unsimply you may see it, thank you, Deanna, for for being you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
so now, here is the thing.
as a kid i was not allowed
crisps.
gran disapproved
& mum had little money,
on her own with four
of us kids to feed.
it is just potato.
i had game chips when
i went to the marsham
court hotel to dance
the new year in. i wore a kilt.
my mother did not come.then
my nice brother went to work
on the railway. one day in secret
he bought me a packet of my own.
early employment as a cook
entailed cooking crisps, oh joy,
& paid for it.
these days i eat them as & when i like.
#salty
sbm.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
In an inter-galactic ice cream van he arrived
and whizzed me away to countless nether-space lands -
through a universe of broken jigsaw pieces,
where rich diamanté flowers grew in shape-shifting sands.
He took me up the scarlet mountains
of the cotton candy clouds -
we both stood upon the smouldering brink of Hell
and gazed upon the ****** souls and tortuous shrouds.
He shown me light
wherein it seemed only eternal darkness prevailed,
he cracked the Astro-Riddler's code, and what
the aliens contempt language entailed,
with blistering fury
he spat in the pitiless face of greed -
with an almighty FLASH! And a rip-roaring DASH!
He travelled back to when God first planted mankind's seed.
He witnessed the future of the human race
fall horrifically out of place as the cunning serpent tempted Eve;
once he even stood before his coming demise
just to witness what the dead perceive.
O' those star-studded journeys were amazing
infinite wonders and simple love he exhaled,
but the most important thing he ever shown me,
was to never give up no matter how often I failed.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
I wish I never met thee
For when I saw you love ensnared
For how can I escape the Beauty you entailed?
Yet I suspect I stand alone
For my love, you give not a care
Fate has put me in a place that is quite unfair.
But upset I shouldn't be
For memory will lose your face
The laughter that we shared will echo in its place.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:15 PM UTC