"entrench" poems
In an alternate universe,
the light would be more friend than foe.
I need not entrench myself
in the sturdiest foxhole...
The deepest burrow.
In an alternate universe,
shadows would not goad me
into submitting to leverage.
Spotlight would be on,
and I would take centrestage.
In an alternate universe,
the world would perceive
with magnanimous eyes.
With no malicious intent,
with no obscure motives,
all twisted and bent.
In an alternate universe,
I would readily reveal myself...
As an entity and not a martyr.
In my heart, there'll be no worry.
Because there'll be no fangs
amidst the jubilee.
Only smiles that would draw out
the best in each other.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
We've reached an age where we talk at people. There's no 'to' or 'with'. We carelessly throw words around to each other hoping not to catch any unsatisfying sentences in return. Most of these substitutions for conversations are shoveled bit by bit through radio waves to small circuits in our pockets. Verbal language has become distant and alien to us. We're too content removing ourselves from the intimacy of communication that we've created societal norms that only further entrench this behavior while encouraging a facade of emotionless abandonment.
An answer other than 'good' to the masquerade of an endearing question - "how are you?" - will raise eyebrows and prompt suspicion. How far removed are we as humans from one another that a question on another's well-being is genuinely regarded as a greeting and meant to be mostly ignored and never answered honestly?
Put down your device and pick up your tongue.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Astutely speaking, we all at some point
Ponder on matters spiritual, the kind
In the realms outside observable phenomena.
Even to some extent, we can’t help
Consulting various spiritual practitioners to
Extrapolate circumstances prevalent in the future.
Otherworldly beauty is not only a matter of
Fascination it’s an obsession too.
Hallowed space in today’s world is
Exceedingly limited, an abundant scarcity
A paucity of meaning attached to it.
Various denominations exist to
Entrench a semblance of piety to counter
A rather stack waywardness.
Neverland, is it real?
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
I aimlessly drifted in teenage years,
From subtle scion to zaftig plebe.
Seen phony glory, vanquished fears,
And the stench of a wicked glebe.
From below, saw the stars up high,
Igniting horizons with callow wonder.
Beheld colossal beauty with mine inner eye,
Begged for chained thoughts asunder.
Amidst the serene flock to be slain,
Oft' a titan, seldom a vacant savant.
Known sorrow, elation, gain, vain, pain,
This mortal hour, hear joyful lament.
How quick we are to bid farewell,
How slow for friendship to pierce the cloth.
The rhythmic ache of that darkened knell,
The sobbing whimpers for a lover's warmth.
Nix for reciprocated amity, yet!
My seat of affection thrives in twilight.
Herein discipline is adamantly set,
Whence shall this ****** ire take flight?
Into the night that covers my soul,
Unleash that verdant star I see.
The divine abyss have taken its toll,
I pray the shadow is only me.
Note the ease to neglect one's clan,
Yet savored glee of reunions by blood.
Fury cease my elder ties, an infant plan,
By filial ardor, I still kneel in mud.
Star-shine ablaze onto vivid blooms,
Arise the stench of broiling debris.
Beauteous summer-tide metronomes,
The sinking scythe follow gales of peace.
Labor come sweat yield sweet fruition,
Tis annual come the bronze harvest.
Wrongful vengeance seek humble redemption,
Autumn under siege of well-fed zest.
Stormy vista rime graying meadows,
Entrench the sepsis by the ice age.
Taste weeping woe of guilty widows,
Lest their beloved hunger in cage.
Arise young lilac out of barren frosts,
Touch the vital aura to begin anew.
Altruists gladly pay auric costs,
To stalk vile leviathan into dew.
May stones bear indistinct distinction,
So my stride shall stumble and falter.
Peace paint heroes of sluggish fiction,
Chaos rouse prodigies from quiet slumber.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
Thirteen thousand strides progress
Blind leathern tread with gritted teeth
Stride hard rough bracken heather strive
Incipient thought embrace the scarp
Bent shoulder strain web strap entrench
Sharp body lean oppose the wind
Slow pitch forward cold lash rain
Pause..Shrug pack .. Lurch on again
Rough rock scrape pass
Sharp edge hand scrape
Each tread ascend dull lactic ache
Stone eyes cast up
Embrace dark peak
Surge on .. Dig in..
Embrace the pain
Aggressive stance.. find strength begin
Engage the enemy entrenched within
With comrades in adversity
Side glance reveal
Grey brother tight
Mordant ploughshare gleaming bright
United thought strong purpose right
Grim grimace glower grinding on
Helping hand support and share
Exchang-ed glances sing the pain
Relentless climb advance distain
Strong ******* stride bogged into mire
Grappling cragfast handclasp dire
Entropic spirit brief despair
Revelatory cause unswayed
Each cloistered personal crusade
Burst upwards into sunlight flame
And stand with vision intertwined
Each grim companion lasting friend
Eyes meet brief recognition shout
We know what it’s all about
These clasping minds
Empath embrace
Profound cognitive self aware
To follow where few others dare
These comrades in adversity
Oct 30, 2009
Oct 30, 2009 at 7:24 AM UTC
My mind depletes every single day.
A constant weight of inferno tied to my hands.
Sinking to the bottom of my core, forever drowning.
Take one deep breathe.
It will be okay.
You unruly physical beings that choose to entrench me.
That choose to suffocate me and everyone around me.
It wretchedly disgusts me that you have to see this.
To see this on a daily basis.
I'm sorry.
I'll learn from this.
But most of all I'll remember.
I'll always remember...
...and that should haunt you.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
A void frame holds together Black Mountainous clouds weighing heavy on the sky, fearing an inescapable storm. The land below, no longer recognizable for shadows have rained from the absence, eroding the clarity of which once stood firm.
Still fresh and raw, the painter stops. His garrisoned red eyes entrench the being of his grotesque creation and with lost hope takes his final brushstroke. The brush, with nothing more to give, lifts an unsubstantial bit paint off of the canvas. Leaving what appears to be, a negative silhouette. The white void of a butterfly.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Resentment,
It really is unfair that I entrench you in despise
But looking in your eyes it's just not cutting through all the lies
The lies I tell myself so I can get by feeling alone
Disconnected
All the ******* time
I'm only reflecting how you make me feel
Difference is mines with itnention while your is innocent still.
The only way I see this isn't through my eyes
But crying everytime I see
Something which you can't make mine
Mine is home
Mine is love
Mine is the effort you got to despite all above.
But the word forget has froze you still
Stuck in care and sweetness
But passion and lust need to be separated my love.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Don't get too confident
Somebody will make you tumble off to the side
It's just how this ride
Of the wave and momentum goes
You have to embrace it
Or it will devastate anything you thought you had
Don't question it
Just imagine yourself as the best you can be at the moment
Ignore the other lights
Just ingest and harvest the energy you have
To illuminate the rest of the space
And become a better version of a flawed creation
Improve your relations
With the neighbors
They might be a good reason your future
Improves
Don't try to disprove
Me
You know if you keep comparing
You will be staring
At only the dirtiest pair of eyes
And the sane humans can only handle the most devious of eyes for only so long.
Add your own theme
But do not fall for the scheme
That tries to entrench itself within everyone.
You might find yourself feeling like a trillion
Or a praised pavilion
But one day you will be intimidated to such a point that you'd question your worth with the very bottom layers of the dirt
My one condensed way of shortening this piece
Don't.
Life is all about mentality and choices.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Shattered souls.
Shattered hearts.
Prayers that sunk into the earth, when I uttered those words on my knees at dusk.
Endless hours...of begging and pleading with fate.
Fate: 1. a prophetic declaration of what must be.
Death: 1. extinction; destruction: It will mean the death of our hopes.
Attempting to resurrect the shambles of the outcome of what was meant to crumble.
Waking up stronger than the day before, every time the sun rises and allowing life to entrench my soul and flourish.
Content with the past buried, never feeling the need to breathe hope into it.
Salving the wounds into beautiful memories and speaking life into what lies ahead.
We didn't lose each other, we gave up.
Mostly out of selfishness, anger the vein that pumped the rage into explosion.
Laying the crippling words to rest and forgiving all that is attached to it.
Freedom, the joy of letting go...has taken ages off of my already old soul.
Goodbye.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
My immortal record player Technics SL D303 entrench's
something recently acquired
possessing physical music.
LP covers, with track listings
printed as intended,
to be read,
one records' perfection;
Jackie Lomax's début
got me into his Three album
thanks again E bay.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
five minutes can fit
a magnum opus of sound
between them
so believe me when i say
this
five minutes can make
a shotgun out of our two
glances
like the thickness of honey
squirted into a glass
five minutes are viscous
slowing time into drips that
entrench sweet shrapnel
of this miracle bullet
in our hearts and our
heads.
five minutes
between us
we're in love and we're
dead.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Once you "shift" - you're off
On a manic adventure, chaotic and mysterious:
Buoyed by a self-aggrandised delusion;
Your off to explore and discover;
To find answers to unposed questions;
To clarify coincidences and follow tenuous connections;
Compelled to experiment and to wander,
Wondering about unfathomables
And your place in the Cosmic hierarchy;
Trying to fit Reality into your newly conceived World;
Trying to fit yourself into a newly conceived Reality.
All information is relevant and pertinent,
Although your filtering system is faulty -
It all relates, even though connections aren't made;
All those colours and sounds and improbable texts;
All those lyrics absorbed and randomly regurgitated;
All those shapes and serendipitous meetings,
Conspire to cement and contradict;
To fuel conspiracies and entrench coincidences.
However, these wondering wanderings
Have their price - and the cost is potentially lethal.
The thin veneer of civilization is threatened
By an unpredictable Actor searching unpredicted truths -
Eventually, a collision of Authority and self-empowered delusionist;
A collision of the socially endorsed and the socially disenfranchised;
A collision with only one survivor -
When you re-emerge from the Institution
You're changed; shattered, re-constructed and de-fused
For the Greater Beast that We call a Civil Society.
[Afterall, I've repeatedly maintained that War {even on the Conceptual Plane}
Is not a Legitimate Occupation, but a sometimes Necessary Evil to protect the Innocents and Idiots working for Our Simple Pleasures in the Essential Evil that is Life as We know it at Present. 10/3/2014]
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
The protest in ur heart , it started with that.
Ignoring the fact that i gave to the limit my muscle would entrench the most,
what ,was i to give ?
Ok what was i to sacrifice for u to stay?
And if Ur leaving don't forget to shoot me here,
or any place that will **** me quicker .
coz i hate pain
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
"I am freedom itself" hummed aloud,
the wind that passes agitating tree tops,
air am I, the giver of life,pumping energy"
"I am with you" I echoed his song sans words
"Though I won't hazard a guess where do we go"
"Don't you bother, our circumnavigation is yet another
of the stories, in the compendium,universe does cherish.
We belong to all, as movement that never ceases"
"Get in to my vehicle, the heat will look after the rest,
the transporter,that makes everything light,
by burning down, I am the transformer too"
"I am the hunger you possess" I replied
"I eat and digest, create growth, make things move,
in my ***** is the hunger to procreate,progress.
Once the hunger is satiated, I get back
slithering in to the burrow, like a serpent
Anger I become when I decide to destruct,
it's from the ashes of the old,the new is constructed!
"From the salt in me,everything living sprout"
earth, the begining and end of everything
in customary silence,implied, I was overwhelmed.
she is the nurturing mother of every seed with the
potential to life, wants to open eyes to the sun
then grow roots deep to entrench, stand *****
"I am one with you mother earth, from you
sprung my body, that seeks light, rest at night"
Sky was full of birds,regaling in every presence
in it's fold, sky beams"I am a vessel fathomless,
come in to my space open,dance your way to bliss,
and seek wistful dreams written by interstellar light"
"I am filled by you where there is an absence of other
my mind limitless is in you exist, I am you in spirit,
when I withdraw from all,I am all in you, nothing left"
Water did speak both to my silence and eloquence,
water is beyond the markers of darkness and light,
From earth to dust, dissolving to be water and flow
from one kind of existence to other, till the limits of cosmos.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
My head is a warzone in itself.
Sometimes there's no victors.
Sometimes there is.
I hate to convince myself that i must confide
A amoeba that's restricting me so i can abide
There's no true purpose in where i hide
And taking unnecessary sides
I just want something tasty on my side
Nothing too dazzling
But that's exactly how i describe myself
And i want to run it away
Not so it can come back another day
I tend to be vociferous
And it irritates me
Why can i have a mind that entices the thought and not berate it?
I feel disjointed, jaded
Far from elated
Somehow my reinforcements become instant vaporization
Nothing adds up to a stimulation
What was i put here for?
To quarrel, to entrench myself with misery?
I need something to distract
Keep me in humble tact
Busy
As a bee
But i don't want to sting
Or the frivolous bling
Why can't i figure it out?
Nobody can for me
As easy as that pleases the ear
I must adhere
To my own belligerent madness
And find some sanity in it
It's a unembellishing feeling.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I'd let it, the wind,
If only it could
Take me and shake me,
If only it would
Let the waves engulf me,
Suspend me in black
Drench and entrench me,
I'd never look back
I'd follow the sun,
Drifting silent and still
I'd burn, but I'd learn
What's beyond the hill
Let the shadows embrace me,
Turn me deaf, blind, and dumb
Erase and encase me,
As we become one
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
This is not some old tradition;
This is the way of truth.
Years of instruction without reception
Making "yes men" out of our youth.
The truths that we've heard, shall we not own?
What equips us to disagree?
Each person thinks they can judge alone,
But God's Word stands from eternity.
Another friend has fallen aside,
A child of the church, a brother.
Drawn by enticements only the world can provide,
To follow the mastership of another.
Oh, friend! Entrench your roots in the truth of God's Word,
So that none can pull you away!
Saturate your mind, let your prayers be heard,
At stake is your eternal stay.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
He that trod upon subservient Europe
with the imperial guards' fighting prowess,
did himself and his heartthrob the empress,
entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup.
He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains
and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands,
sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight.
He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains,
and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished lands.
But was banished for good from France's sight
after a stunning loss on Belgium's plains.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
To the shirtless man who fell asleep holding my girl
Ever since I fell for her I've dreamt of waking up to something beautiful
Something more glorious than a sunrise and more memorable than a sunset
Because its not something beautiful its someone beautiful
so seeing you get to live my fantasy was as if some imaginary trigger had been pulled
I felt the impact on my heart , the compression of my chest , the clenching of my fist , the gritting of my teeth , the churning of my stomach ... I was drowning
Cuz seeing your arm wrapped around her was as sickening as watching a venomous serpent entrench her body daring me to try and approach
But seeing her lay there with no remorse was as scarring as watching a mother sign her kid over to the state
But how can I blame you , you're just a man
Even I was pulled in by her gravity , held slave to her glittering gaze
I know the smell of her perfume and the streaks of her hair
I was paralyzed by her touch as if her hands were the controls to red light green light
I found my hands tracing every outline that made her up
so I can't blame you
Because she is as desirable as that forbidden fruit
And you ARE JUST A MORTAL MAN
But I thank you for living my fantasy
Because of seeing that
I am vindicated in my reality
Because while she was laying with you , I realized im as replaceable as this years iPhone ....
That when waking up to something beautiful you better let them know or they'll be waking up to someone else
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
your look saturates
your focus brings me repose
and rattles my bones
my heart overflows
as I witness your passion
all day I could gaze
dire desire
shivering at the thought of
a vanishing graze
never more than a
fleeting glance or short - lived touch
our blockades entrench
our confines have names
mine is called he, yours is she
our shackles we vowed
our love manifested
if perhaps time allowed
us as one maybe
left unrequited
we are left unsatisfied
us; left unanswered
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
These are just words on a page,
But they originate,
From where I think my heart is.
The same place that tells me,
That I've always loved you,
and could never stop even if I wanted to.
The same place that shows me,
Those things in life that are worth living,
Aren't worth nearly as much without you.
But sometimes the words can come from blackness.
A different place that sits near a pit,
Adjacent but distant,
This place is a house of torment.
The same place that tells me,
That I never deserved your love in return,
and will destroy it even when I don't want it to.
The same place that shows me,
My own demons that serve to entrench me,
In my own shallow misery.
These places exist in the same domain,
And I hope you see this,
With the hopes that I can explain,
That the things from the pit don't hold as much weight,
Nearly as much as where you sit,
Near the place where I think my heart is.
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
It behooves
us to shape
the organization so we need not wait
until we hear from above the command,
but have the reins
in our own hand,
if we are to prove
ourselves worthy of intense
coming events.
Those who do not move,
do not notice their chains.
They say 'Order reigns
in Berlin!
Our enemy is bigger today,
“a colossus with feet of clay,
crumbling from within.”
Capital is an historical necessity,
[Like the wooden plow and the chariot,]
but, so too, its grave digger, the socialist proletariat.
Atop smoking ruins, between the pools of blood and corpses of the murdered,
the heroes of ‘order’ hasten to entrench their rule anew.
We’ve been drowned, and left behind a fertile residue.
The Rose that grows from “the muck of ages” still smells as sweet,
future victory will bloom from this 'defeat'.
Rulers of Russia and America across the sea,
Germans, Belgians,
Poles and Frenchmen,
“you stupid henchmen!”
Don’t you understand,
“Your order is built on sand.”
The revolution says “I was, I am,
I will be.”
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
let's wander
exploring new places
we'll wonder
how we could ever be the same
let's ponder
oodles of ideas
and over yonder
we can make a new name
our comfort zone
may feel like home
but heaven knows
where we might roam
discovering that where we're from
is not all that is to come
there is more than your hometown
be willing to live upside-down
let's adventure
into the unknown
this will quench your
curiosity
let's take the bench here
and appreciate the beauty
we'll entrench your
heart's ferocity
the only map we have to guide us
is the voice we have inside
the paths that we can take are vast
no more looking to our past
only we can choose our fate
our journey is what we create
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Few can know the path of one who uses dark magic, though there be appeal it's road is fraught with sadness and rather tragic.
One may use this power to control another's mind, one may even use it to change the body's age for a time.
Yet few who use will ever speak of the price that must be given, never will they tell the piece of soul torn and forever hidden.
But those who wield the dark arts to quietly entrench the world, can still become the brightest light that shines to heal with words.
They may even stand right next to you offering a shoulder and hug, for the terrible things they have done can only be repaid with love.
Forever will the truth remain in one that has walked the darkened road, ever will they repay the debt lest their heart once again corrode.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC