"entrust" poems
**No Justice, No Peace
If we can't get it from the Court
then we'll take it from the Streets
No Justice, No Peace
**** the Police
and what you believe!**
Whatever happened to Revolution
Being the American way?
When your voice remains unheard
For which you suffer every day,
Your life is constantly stepped on,
Your rights keep getting taken away,
And in spite of the lies they spin to protect your oppressors,
You still keep the rage at bay
Because you are not
Above the Law
and neither is anyone else.
So taking matters into your own hands
Isn't going to help.
You entrust the justice system
to do what it's supposed to
Even though you know it never has
and is probably never going to.
But if you haven't done anything wrong and the Law doesn't serve you,
and only seems to defend the people who've already hurt you,
then honestly I think it's insane and completely absurd to
not only expect the People not to react,
but to honor a curfew.
**** YOU**
Do you hear us yet?
**** YOU**
Oh, it's inappropriate?
You don't wanna talk about it?
You don't wanna think about it?
You don't wanna deal with it?
Well guess what?
Nobody ******* does, nobody ******* would, nobody ever ******* could.
But for the people who don't look like you -
Aryan Beauty Standards
Hair of Gold, Eyes of Blue
Fair-skinned, light-skinned
European skeleton,
It was never a choice they had.
Oppression doesn't pick you
Based on qualifications
Any more than Privilege does,
If you think this case
Is not about race
You better check your Privilege, cuz.
I love my home, America
But I hate what it's become
Land of the greedy, home of the afraid
Kingdom of the Loud and Dumb
Slut-shaming, victim-blaming, race-hating, race-baiting
Sensationalization of the worst crimes in the nation
Religious intolerance, homophobic misogyny, blatant racial discrimination
Can't get with it, can't hang
At least not in the lynch mob sense
I am blown the **** away
at the grievous absence of common sense.
So when they lit those flags on fire
in the center of the town
*I understand, and I can't blame them
the flag is truer up in flames now*
And if they so decide to burn
the city to the ground,
*I understand, and I can't blame them
I would wanna burn it down*
**No Justice, No Peace
If we can't get it from the Court
then we'll take it from the Streets
No Justice, No Peace
**** the Police
and **** your Beliefs!**
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
In all my paralyzing confusion, only one thing is needed; in all my anxiety over my much less than ideal circumstances, only one thing is needed; in all my this-is-so-unfair discouragement, only one thing is needed; in my pressing-down-like-a-boulder-on-my-chest grief, only one thing is needed; in my feels-like-my-insides-are-being-scraped-out sorrow, only one thing is needed; in my falling-apart-at-every-seam life, only one thing is needed; in my can’t-seem-to-muster-the-will-to-get-out-of-bed depression, only one thing is needed; in my sure-I’m-finally-going-crazy state of mind, only one thing is needed; in my so-mad-I’ve-got-to-throw-and-break-something anger, only one thing is needed. In the scorning and tormenting face of rejection or betrayal or failure or devastating news or disfiguring disease or the worst fears of my heart coming to pass, only one thing is needed—to come and sit at Jesus’ feet and listen to what He is saying.
To entrust myself to Him, to acknowledge His presence with me, to submit myself to His perfect authority over me, to just look at Him and recognize His all-surpassing worth, to feast on Him, to wait for Him to speak and know that He longs to do so more than I long to hear it, to meditate on His Word and speak it back to Him both in praise and request and to ask Him exactly what it means for me right now, to be ready to respond to Him in obedience and follow him wherever or however He leads, to be willing to tune out every competing voice no matter how well-intentioned and to say “No!” to whatever He has not called me to, to believe that He cares deeply and passionately for me both in His emotion toward me and in His personal tending of me, to see that the details of my life matter even more to Him than they do to me and that He holds every one of them in His hands and is perfectly directing them for intimacy and glory, to refuse to be drawn away or worried or upset by the many preparations and distractions all around me by casting every burden down before Him and taking up His all-sufficient grace for every need, and above all to want Him more than anything and to let everything else fit into that all-pervasive desire—this is the ONE THING that is needed both now and throughout every season of my life, and if I will choose it, it will not be taken from me. It is the one thing worth fighting to the death for and will, no doubt, require just such a dying again and again and again...
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
We all just want to be truly free,
Of all the hatred and misery.
But the limitations of humans, you see,
Is that we can't decide what's meant to be.
We can't control what happens around us,
Not even prevent tragedies that faze us.
And while happy and sad are simultaneous,
It seems only the depression becomes contagious.
Life is hard, and we all know,
When only a mask, can we show.
Only one can relate and help us grow,
But the breeze carrying love, will rarely blow.
I just want to live in happiness,
Feel nothing but the eternal bliss.
But the only thing that brings me this,
Comes from her lips, that one special kiss.
But what do I do when she's not here?
She may not return, that's what I fear.
Her time to go, seems to be near,
But I can't let go when I hold her so dear.
Each day that passes, what grows is her pain,
And as a human, it's what I can't contain.
I'd love to die, but I must refrain,
Because that would just drive her totally insane.
We don't want to be, not at each others' side,
But The Lord didn't make that for us to decide.
To know this just happens, sounds like genocide,
Losing her is like breathing cyanide.
We can only see through our own eyes,
We can't comprehend another's demise.
It's this very limit that I despise,
Because I'll never know when her soul cries.
The limitations of being human,
Make us permanent catechumens.
Only she could restore my faith,
But lost I will be, shall I see her wraith.
She is all that matters to me,
Together forever, we wished we could be.
My soul can't escape the depths of this Hell,
Without her, there I'll eternally dwell.
But her soul being a pure white dove,
She saves me with her beauteous love.
So I beg thee great Lord, not bound like us,
Save her, it's You to whom, her I entrust.
She's the one who takes away,
The sins that always lead me astray.
Lord, you know, for you are not I,
She's my Angel, I see in both eyes.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
I fell in love with a broken man
thought I could put him back together again,
but instead he made me broken too
that's the last time I entrust my heart to you.
everyone makes mistakes sometimes
but I never thought you'd be mine.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I don't know what to think
when i'm staring in your eyes
more akin to speak
in blind lullabies.
than logistify
my heightened
surmise
in flight
to somewhere nice
if only for tonight
come with me this night
ignite
the cindered fires
of our desires
and incite
the throws of light
in **** obscurity
moaning through the sincerity
of our oddities
gleaming in the rarity
of our academy of lust
all or bust
entrust the accounting
of blaspheme
to the enemies
of poverty
and shove me
all the way down your throat
fill you
instill you
with the hope
of a million
grinning in **********
of the tangled mental merchants
of pretty lights and custom curtains
drawn at first light
dispersing
amongst cursing pedestrians
prior to ***********
of forceful ************
with an another human
lightened strikes the truant
in 9 months of fluent
agony
just imagining little Timmy
has me scavenging for a shimmy
to escape
its social ****
to a blind ape
still patting his head
don't be mislead
by ***** carriers
pack your own barriers
and prepare for the scarier
side of a mans mind
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
I'm like other guys... I drink, I
cheat, I throw tantrums, but I
want to love you anyway.
I break hearts, I've broken one
too many... yet I am asking you to
entrust your heart with me.
I'm asking you to try me, I'm not
different... I got the dude stuff
you know and somehow this isn't
just about love... albeit I hope you
can be the peg that tethers my
lust... I want you to swallow
and never spit me... I want you to
be my last... I want you to be
the lady my kids call Mama,
the very last drumbeat of karma.
I want you to be my fate, to be
family that never goes stranger...
I want you to share with me this
vaguely baked cake of the rest of
my life, I want you to be my wife
and if these words cannot prove
to you that you mean a world to
me then I'll peacefully walk away
because I know we cannot force
affairs of the heart... The Heart
cannot listen to what it doesn't
want to hear... I love you and that's
why I'm standing here... I need to
know whether I stand a chance or
not... I'm not different and I'll
never be... I just hope I'm worth
climbing thorny trees for, worth
the rough roads, worth the hills
for that's what true love is in my
bible, it's about two people holding
hands and walking past the rough
and the smooth, past the hard and
the soft, past the hills, valleys
past the winding and the straight
road, true love's combining effort
to lift the light and heavy load...
knowing that the prize of love is
having someone to share with the
good, the bad, the happy, the sad.
Am I that person you'd expect on
this lifelong journey to eternity?
will you be my honey through
bitterness of waves waiting ahead?
Will you take the discomfort of a
ring for me?
Will you marry me?
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
I entrust my patched heart to you,
from what you've shown I know it's fine.
I only take what's deemed as true,
your eyes gleam when you look in mine.
I asked myself if it could be,
to see another in the stars.
Tainted love cast me out to sea,
but you began to heal those scars.
Your past pain mirrors mine so well,
you trust me even more than he.
And I won't be afraid to tell
I'm better then he'll ever be.
Someday soon starts a new way on
paved with our smiles and laughter.
Hesitation is all but gone,
Our happily ever after.
(Psyche).
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC
Clenching the fist tight
Punch to the sky
Fight to prove our existence
The worth of life
Entrust my heart to your belief
Never tuck your head low beneath
We valued the same as anyone living
If others hold on to the card of priority
We wait still with our tight fists
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
There is always a choice.
You can choose to love,
To hate, or to forgive.
You can choose who to trust,
Who to love, and to whose hands
you'll entrust your happiness with.
-- That's what they tell you.
But really, there's none.
As much as you want to believe them,
There's no way to tell.
No matter how much they say that they'll never do this or that,
That they have your back,
That they'll never leave.
There is never an assurance.
Don't get caught up with all the ******** that they've been feeding you,
Or to the new things they've brought to you.
Because no matter how happy
And how good they make you feel, In the end they will
Only save themselves.
No matter how warm, big, and
genuine their hands may seem - Don't.
Don't entrust your happiness with them.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it everytime.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
I bring Vitality
That who Faint
And in Jollity
The war Acquaint
~
They can Understand
My whole Night
For the Land
Thou shall Fight
~
With my Light
Have no Fear
Future is Bright
Trust my Dear
~
You have Lead
Not for Long
There are Greed
For the Wrong
Odin is Proud
Valhalla awaits You
In a Crowd
Sees the True
~
With no Flu
We will Feast
Hint a Clue
For the East
~
Be the Fist
Of the Lust
Make a List
For the Just
~
Do not Entrust
Be in Despair
Is a Must
To be Fair
~
With no Flair
They will Lose
Show no Care
Bring the *****
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Hold onto me,
Don't turn and run.
Give all of yourself to me,
And I will give myself to you.
Give ourselves completely without reservation, without excuses.
Entrust ourselves in each other's hands for
I am the place to lose your fears.
Here with me you'll never have to be alone,
Devotion with me is guaranteed.
My love is strong,
An unbreakable bond.
Together is right were we belong.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
I hear your shuffling footsteps right outside my door
I know what you seek with troubled heart and weary feet
Your trip has been long, draining your body sore
Come in, I've been expecting you... Finally we meet
You settle yourself, right there, opposite of me
Let me look at you... Let me observe just a little
I can see through you, read you like a book, almost instantly
You've come with resolve so frail, fragile and brittle
I know why you're here and the questions that plague
I know why you've travelled long, over land so far
I am aware of your dark secrets and truths so vague
You don't have to say... I feel the invisible scars
I shut my eyes as I summon the
powers of my ball
Let me recite my mantra to invite those who would come
I whisper things you may hear or not at all
Ahh... One has arrived, soon... Soon will arrive some
Looking into my orb with concentrated gaze
Breathe easy, Cracked One... Be not afraid of its sinister glow
You can see the energy surging in a torrential blaze
Rest easy, Lost One... Very soon it will all show
In one hand, I have my tarot cards on display
Don't be frightened when I begin to convulse uncontrollably
Of all the cards that fall, one would stubbornly stay
That one will have much to tell, together we'll see
I'm trembling now, remember... Be not wary
The card is now chosen, face down I lay it still
Take it but you may not understand the markings you see
I'll take it in my hand to make sense of it by feel
I have your card, now I must resume my chanting
You hear me speak in a language only known to a few
It may sound raucous, the words I'm mouthing
Be not startled, Broken One... We are almost through
It's time to close the ritual by touching skin with skin
Against your cheeks, you feel my warm touch
Look into my eyes and embrace the connection within
Now I know all, your eyes have revealed much
I have something for you... Now you must go
You look at me with confused eyes but still you must
Take this bundle... It contains all you need to know
Keep it safe, this parting gift to you I entrust
Leave now, don't take my next few words lightly
You must take heed these sacred words from lore
I say, *"Do not open till the end of journey"
"Open only when in house, behind closed door"*
I see you leave, disheartened by questions unanswered
Clutching the bundle, you slowly disappear in despair
I wish you well, dear Seeker... For all you've endured
Be safe and get home, you will find your answers there...
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
a butterfly caked with dust
a cathedral black as rust
an **** of satanic lust
but who, O fool, can you entrust?
you prance and sneer, put on a frown
call Believing people stupid clowns
in moors with bogs to drag you down
a place of darkness where you drown.
Marilyn Manson had his kicks
devil's music, Satan's licks
laugh, say Jesus is for hicks
ignore the goads, ignore the ******
we're all worked up? in a stew?
while you scream like skewered shrews?
kohl your eyes with blackest goo
party's in hell?
**THE JOKE'S ON YOU.**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/13/2015
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
I have been hurting for the past 3 months,
I have met someone new,
Her name is Molly,
She introduced herself to me and I took her in,
15 minutes passed and I felt a rush,
*** my knees are buckling as she is caressing me,
I never felt more alive...There is a surge of life that reincarnates me,
Instantley I am In Love...
As I talk to her she tells me everything is going to be ok, you are with me now,
I give into her and she gives me the willpower to carry on,
I tell her, "Molly I trust you, please give me the strength and will power to overcome any obstacle,
She says back, "Manny I will take care of you, carry on and live life with no regrets, you have me I will ALWAYS take care of you."
As I entrust in her I get goose pimples,
My face immediately chooses a different character,
This is the turn around for me and the beginning empire I will soon begin,
As I carry on I will never forget the day of my emotional turn around,
The Day that I met lovely Molly.
{RP}
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC
I entrust my dreams to a silent hope
that they will someday find their place
in this, a past or future life
same smile on different face
I entrust my thoughts to travel time
to land where there is need
a sense of calm
a flash of joy
where nothing grows
a seed
I entrust my love to peer across
the synchronistic chain
to spy it's true immortal mate
hearts join like tears and rain
I entrust my soul to find a home
in this universal plan
lives re-written
searching for
the key to understand
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
My bed is my home
It is my ship that I entrust my life to
I fight pirates and creatures from the deep
I loot treasure and seek adventure
With my bed
My bed is a thing of beauty
If I go, then my bed goes, too
I race around the track a few hundred times
I go left in my racecar until I can’t go left anymore
With my bed
My bed is my sanctuary
I am never alone when going out into the unknown
I go where no man has ever gone before
A piece of furniture has reached the final frontier
My bed
Above all else
Whether it’s a ship
A super fast car
Or an orbiting rocket
My bed is my bed
My bed is my own
I sleep in it
I dream with it
I love in it
I need it
My bed is my final destination
Home is where the heart is
My heart is in my dreams
My dreams are in
My bed
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
i
there….
in the wind….
now in the falling
rain….
calling
calling us home…
Namu Amida Butsu
ii
Just as I am,
right now
floating in an ocean of light –
the Great Compassion carries me across,
– Namu Amida Butsu
iii
” Chanting “Namu Amida Butsu,” which translates as “I entrust myself to the Buddha of Infinite Light and Life,” is not a form of petitionary prayer or mantra. It is a means of communication between a relative being or consciousness and the Buddha deep within. When I chant, there is the expression of Namu Amida Butsu not only from this side, but also from the side of the Buddha. “ T. UNNO
My mouth,
Amida’s breath.
Namandab,
Namandab,
Namandab.
IV
From the West
calling me home
my true self –
V.
Blinded by
passions , I
complain out
loud in
the darkness
of my own
making,
not noticing
the one
guiding
the boat
to the Other
shore, not
hearing
in the light
namu amida butsu
vi.
The Voiceless voice;
she calls out from within,
with these lips
& this breath.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
Astonished
even as I am,
the Buddha
& I are one.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
vii.
My blind self
pierced by Amida’s light
illuminated and dissolved
into the great ocean of compassion
into the Oneness of life –
Palms together, embraced
just as I am.
Each step with the Buddha,
my truest self, my Amida self –
the deep flow of the oneness of realty –
all beings one with me,
palms together
and bowing,
“namu amida butsu,”
“namu amida butsu,”
embraced just as I am.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
I am a glutton for your LOVE
Not the pink pedals from a rose.
But to engulf in chills of
Feelings - risen from YOU.
I yearn to be wrapped in YOUR
affection - that is enough.
To indulge in your passion poured -
From gashes but fearlessly entrust.
I yearn for you to give me all of YOU
The you that "you" keep encaged
Is the YOU that I long to love too.
I'll take all of you, have no fear.
Just let loose your baggage -
And let me love all of it
As I live to love you and ALL
That comes with it.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
a minority of surgeons need
to have their knives confiscated
their ineptitude with these instruments
can be clearly demonstrated
injuries from scalpel croppers
are carried for a lifetime
poor usage of a cutting tool
causes culpability every time
litigation in court is awaiting
those who can't handle a knife
they'll be tried for maiming
their patients for life
redress must be sought
in the form of compensation
by those who carry scars
out of botched up operations
we entrust our limbs and organs
to the medical fraternity
and they are obliged
to treat us with the utmost care and dignity
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
I voted
But why does it feel empty?
Why does it feel nothing has changed?
Because it hasn't
It won't as long as I rely on that ballot
A ballot choice to be my voice?
To do the change I want to see in the world?
No way will I let that be the case
If I want change, I will give chase
I will not entrust change to anyone but myself
And my friends who have my back
Of course there are some things that I lack
But I won't let that stop me
Neither should you
You have the power to do this
But of course, that equals work
And you would rather just sit
To watch that TV and complain
While your choice doesn't do their part
So you take aim
You want change?
Stand up and get that change you preach about
With T.E Lawrence and his quote,
"All men dream, but not equally
Those that dream by night
In the ***** recesses of their minds
Awake in the day to find it was vanity
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men
For they may act out their dreams with
Open eyes to make it possible
This I will do.
With love in my heart
And the well-being of every human
On my mind
Now I know you have heard this before
And I ain't a saint
I've done my share of sitting and hate
But sure enough, it ain't too late
Love all for who they are
Because love will always get you far
Don't let your choice be your voice
You want change, go get it, period
If you're that serious
I voted
But that ain't going to change a thing
As long as this cycle continues to sing.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
She is preserved at the greenery
fading inside the floating yellows
her mellow as the sun set strikes
face wondering on the future mirror
She longs to encase inside her cocoon
unhurt the pain pierced in her ribcage
the spent morrow of blunt perceptions
wavering the chronic deserted day
She is alone in a world of within
without the touch of the yester clouds
the tremor of her upset is unreliable
watering the chronic ail she donned
She feels the crystal pain on the dial
rails of entrust and forgotten tense
the troubles of the self sacrifice travellers
*trespassing ***** gates of wired shield*
She knows when her well is overfilled
finding a self that can embrace life
the compromised placid meanders
flowing the alive esse of a today
She moans of eons undignified
trying to excavate her sinking soul
the one that made her feel like she
revealing the reality of her unusual peace
She jumps like a seasonal seesaw
illusions parading the absolute truce
a muse of delicate authentic flavours
transversing the idealised time and space
She knows herself best when isolated
when the moon sinks and the night draw
when vagaries explode in the chaotic skies
when the pearl starry sun stares in her iris
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Every good i see
reminds me of you
every place i go
i wish you were there too
you are my lifeline
engraved in my soul
take me in your arms
for that’s my home
in you in entrust
my faith and my trust
you are my gul
my most beautiful
since you stepped in
I’m always smilin
that smile you gave me
I wear it I agree
oh but the peace you brought
is one that I whole life sought
you are the bearer
of my greatest happiness
and with you i feel strong
with you is where I belong
Eternally, Always and forever
I’m yours happens whatsoever
everyday I fall in love with you
you are my dream come true
you make me the happiest
oh i love you my sweetest
Thursday Mar 24th 2022
12:04am
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:58 PM UTC
Living in a different time zone, still reeling from past decisions.
Fighting venemous events to no avail,
not letting go of lasting mass incisions.
Excision of life's excitements.
Removal of my livers, kidneys, colons,
but still, I shiver in the coldness
of the living.
Admitting to the voices in my head,
that the Lord's mercy still extends,
into heaven for the choices of the dead,
who did the devil's bidding.
A foolish folly for a younger self,
to fall afoot amongst a rotten hell,
hellish landscape brought into the realm,
of mortals and the bedroom shelves.
All my dreams upon a table,
and in the dusty drawers there lies the pain.
Honestly I'm never able,
to entrust another lover with my reigns.
To fly I must begin to build momentum,
but something's caught up on me and instead preventing.
And slowing my ascension,
Also did I mention,
that every other moment that I spend here in atonement
is a ticking to a redder deathly sentence.
Repentance, with a mix of learned and unearned lessons, accuses those who lied.
Impresses extra stress especially when the ghostly men attend and lean up on my bedside.
I use to shy away but now I stare them in the eyes.
Fear's been long gone since childhood,
when crazy layovers in hazy places
played a part of strongly breaking bonds with those I thought were good.
I've felt my death a million times and dreamed it millions more.
And yet I never let myself fall victim to the final tricks of it's afflictions.
Meaning it's a situation still remaining unexplored.
I know what I lived for, and I know exists a future still in store.
But god ******* ****** life is such a chore.
Lord,
Give me strength and give me more.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC