"eradicates" poems
Wistful lust and melancholy mangoes
Succulent decadence and still I am morose
A plum for pining, a kiwi for whining
Pineapple dreams are the clouds’ only lining
For in the resting realm the reality is nigh
Alas cruel consciousness eradicates the high
And thrown am I back into awareness
That life and love are not games of fairness
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:01 PM UTC
*Inclusion: the action or state of including
or being included within a group or structure
Solution: a means of solving a problem or
dealing with a difficult situation*
**Now, is ‘inclusion’ the ‘solution’?**
Is confiding not always in yourself,
but being able to confide in people you trust:
a group,
a team,
not an impeccably simple way to solve complications?
Some people that dwell in isolation
succumb to despondency and desolation
and invariably,
wrap themselves in a costume of facades.
Inclusion eradicates these issues.
We as humans
want answers to our questions,
resolutions to our complications;
a myriad of different perspectives
can quickly enlighten and open the eyes
of those who truly seek a solution.
Solution to what?
Solutions to those “impossible questions”,
Solutions to those “exasperating situations” we can’t seem to get out,
Solutions to those “family troubles”
"relationship troubles",
"work troubles",
most importantly,
those “social problems”.
Inclusion is no secret,
it’s the biggest weapon we as people have.
Inclusion gives all of its users the power
to control.
Inclusion is power,
the real wealth beneath our skins.
With inclusion,
we have the solution.
(d.b.d.)
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Writhing, violent rebellion
Systems shutting down
Uncontrollable behavior
Powerless, I frown
Fresh wounds by the second
Digesting razor blades
Flickering old habits
Born of old flames
Shredding softest weakness
Corroding iron strength
Nothing will escape
Mind snaps, and bends
Healing salve corrupted
Swallow all the same
Eradicates stomach lining
Emptiness becomes pain
Consciousness cradled
Craven slumber, debased
Maybe this time
Maybe - !
Maybe not.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
Which variation do you choose to throttle blows
Squeeze your nostril collect that head fluid
Your mental eradicates nasal liquid
Nose running swinging like a bungee jump
Panicking searching for the tissue clump
Dangling like the Tarzan on a jungle vine
Hand eye coordination catch that snot on time
My nose got that stutter drip
Watch when i sneeze flying lighting manumits
When the nose pouring stops
I was only dreaming pops
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Which variation do you choose to throttle blows
Squeeze your nostril collect that head fluid
Your mental eradicates nasal liquid
Nose running like a bungee jump
Panicking searching for the tissue clump
Dangling like Tarzan on a jungle vine
Hand eye coordination catch that snot on time
My nose got that stutter drip
Watch when I sneeze flying lightning manumits
When the nose pouring stops
I realise I was only dreaming pops
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
It's so wonderful to feel mountains of emotions so moving in oneself
It creates valleys and volcanic eruptions
That warm the body so thoroughly you believe you may melt
Into a puddle of overwhelming love and joy
How beautiful it is
Like golden sunshine, warming the spots in between the tree branches Full of leaves in late spring
It eradicates the ashen hue in your veins with lavish reds
How warming to the soul to feel a tributary of trust
So deeply embedded in the wholeness of a love
Shared between two people
A strong sense of wanting to better yourself blossoms inside
True love bears vines and trees of fruit in the soul, mind, and body
It paints the dulling colors of the world so glaringly gasping to the eye
Filling one with colors
And out of all the feeling kinds
Color feeling is the loveliest one
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
i am a poet and still
i can’t comprehend these symbols
these missing heartbeats
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by inconvenient theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we make a new peace treaty
will the blessed earth be forgiven
and can the sweet essence of her children
comprehend the innocence of spring
oh how our hearts yearn for dancing
still you spend your dollars and your pennies
but give your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked upon the fire
while you distill golden nectar from the garden of desire
in the ancient inside-out alembic of your will
and imbibe spagyric liquid that eradicates all pride
and confers wisdom, truth, beauty and longevity
upon the already immortal nature of your mind
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Apology
All hail my sacred ideology.
I bow my head in reverence when I
Spill my emotions on your kitchen floor
Sorry, sorry!
I'll try my best not to do it again;
Please, pry carefully
I can take it if you’re careful
But pray for me when I tumble.
I’ve never quite liked
Having to discuss myself
Or crying
And I strive not to
But sometimes,
She escapes my lips
The jail cell in my head where I detain the things I really need to say
Has a loose lock
Thank God; Apology
Apology is sweet Ambrosia
With one almighty swipe, an Apology
Eradicates the words you said before
Eradicates the feelings you should've kept to yourself
It is courtesy
It is expected
All hail Apology, forsaken Smiter of all things relieving.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
A decision made impulsively
Sometimes ends repulsively
But sometimes ends perfectly
And eradicates conformity
Look just a little more you
(When in fact there's less of you)
They look again and say that's WHO?
Open up their world view
When they see that people can change
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
“She who has infused every minute of my day,
Hastens through titillating my endorphins.
Absconded hiding within myself,
As blue crystals glaring teeter in the sea,
As we sanction the reticence of ardor,
While the sea eradicates its perennial effigy,
As infinite cascades eradicate beneath us,
As the water stride procures to the sandy shore,
Where the waves shatter on unsettled rocks,
As once again the clear light bursts as sun sets,
Enmeshed in a fabric of palpable vibrant colors,
Portrayed as that of a burlesque plumeria of infinites,
The plumeria burst of aureoles immortal love,
Unyielding its pedals as the devouring sea rotates,
Will ephemeral demise procure in the deep blue sea?
Over its blue pedaled face an astringent frown,
We have embarked on a promenade of love my dear,
I now stand before you no longer with emptiness,
Only perennial affection that you are mine and I yours,
In our Aureoles of Plumeria”
By AG 03/10/2018 ©
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
There is Power in my words
oh how i love these adjectives & verbs
my adoration of this language
rooted deeply in fables..
and mystic lore
set in place long before
my great great grandmother was named...
Weaving the lyrics of my mind
into a tangible form
something verbal and legible
that touches the heart...
Concocting experiments
to combine the English language
with the literary elements of old...
Praying that i add
the correct amounts
of this and that
so the resulting bond
of Chemicals
Eradicates your mind
leaving a ravaged wasteland
of thought
I am Astral
these words are my Pulse
bearing to you my Genetic Code
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 3:56 PM UTC
Sphere like mind, spinning round and round.
A Blur comes to form, colors racing in aftermath.
Simplistic, yet intricate design take place in imagery.
Two figures divide from one.
They Dance, They Cry, They Sing, They Die.
A Pool forms, where the blank figures seem to dissipate.
A Creature Approaches the pool, and attempts to drink from the small pond.
As this dark creature bends down upon one knee,
he sticks his large black hands into the discolored water, claws first.
He lets out a shriek, and is pulled in completely.
Seconds of silence pass by, and the creature is spat back out from the pool.
As he lie down on the ground, color eradicates from his strange body,
leaving his body still black, but coating his body in a permanent film of beauty.
He proceeds to stand up, but collapses onto his knees.
He presses his hand on either side of his head, and screams at the silver crescent in dark sky.
So many thoughts.
Yet each one being so different from the next.
Never had he felt such emotion.
His stomach felt as if it were in constant motion.
What was wrong with him?
He started to question everything, everyone, and even himself.
His mind was in a blur.
He couldn't keep up.
He wanted to Dance, he wanted to Cry, he wanted to Sing, and he wanted to Die.
And that was the birthing, of the first of the Bohemians.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
He started it at seventeen
That most fantastic time machine,
Whose power to manipulate
The basic fabrics of our fate
Eradicates the Clock's control,
Who executes the midnight toll,
Whose hands have strangled man's ambition,
Whose sands designed decomposition,
Both talkative and taciturn
Now caged; the ravenous cuckoo bird,
And man, once puppet, now pilgrim, soars
O’er crystal skies and dusty shores
And Dimension's seas with waxen wings,
His fourth realm wrinkling like a string,
Testing theories in time traversed
Of history, life, the universe.
He finished it at forty-two
In subterranean solitude,
A pallid, daily de-livered mess
With faceless pictures on the desk,
So he sighed with earnest evanescence
And scuttled back to adolescence,
To own the life he would have seen
Without that hollow time machine.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
I want love-
Not the little love
That makes the
heart skip, and
The face blush.
I want to indulge in the Love
That ignites the Spirit
The love that fills all voids,
Heals all grievances,
And
has no boundaries,
No limits,
And
no preconceived notions.
I want the love
That is contagious by presence.
The love that
eradicates insecurities
And replaces them with ecstasy,
I want the kind of love
That sets people free.
I don't want the love
That beats around the bush.
I want the love that
bangs
down my door,
Sets my heart
a blaze,
And keeps
fueling
the fire.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
The taste of your skin
Remains on my tongue.
Your smell
Lingers in my nose.
Your touch
So soft and loving
Is burned in my flesh.
The warmth of your body
Eradicates the slightest chill
In my soul.
With you
I am at peace.
I long to feel your touch
To hear your voice
Whispering
Moaning
Screaming my name.
I long to feel your body
Pulsing
Jumping
Swaying
Like the ebb and flow of the ocean
Underneath mine.
I long for the satisfying reward
Of your nails
As they rake across my back
I long for your teeth on my skin
Nibbling at every sensitive spot
In my possession.
I long to please you
With a near primal urge
That drives my existence.
I long to see your expressions
As your eyes cry out in joy
In resonance with your body.
I long to feel our minds
Melting into one
As we reach perfect ecstasy
With an exclamation of
"I love you"
I long to hold you in my arms
And fall asleep knowing
That I belong to you
And fall asleep in such comfort
I don't ever want to get up
I don't ever want to let you go.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
I inhale,
And breathe in your skin,
Your name flows out of my mouth,
It feels good on my lips.
Embarrassed
I hide my face
I look terrible in the morning.
But your look eradicates my fear
Those chocolate eyes
Will drive me to the point of insanity
I can see it already.
You kiss the freckles on my skin
But I’m not worthy of your touch.
You’re so ******* perfect.
I will never be perfect.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
On the wooden frame of this bed
Lie all the secrets in my head
With the keys to the metaphors
Resting in the crystal glass drawers
Where illusion is prophecy
And the god is hypocrisy
Like a soft dream I never dreamed
With the terror that never screamed
This cradle is the infancy
Of the lies of my fallacy
So burn the skeleton of rest
In the fire within a chest
That beams a golden hue of truth
And eradicates every tooth
Now you shall Speak with no bite
Now you shall Sleep with no fight
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
Painting a black
rainbow underneath
a falling sky, it's mist
consumes and eradicates
your last breath, your
last hope.
They pour the drink
you are forced to drink,
and feed the flesh you
are forced to eat.
Taught to be stupid, and
raised to be nothing,
what's left to do, except
make a noise so loud, fame
will hear you.
Your dreams will tell you what to do.
bang
bang
Congratulations
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
Today, my professor walked out,
then back into the classroom
When I was young, excitement embodied my soul
like an embellished Christmas tree of happiness
At that age, I would have created an eminent fabrication,
such as walking back into the room
eventuates a new beginning
or maybe she was melancholy, and walking in
and out of a room eradicates her unpleasant mood,
like when you move the furniture around your house,
in order to adjust a grim, atmospheric emotion
This would have been joyfully amusing when I was young
Thoughts cascaded from my head and blossoming heart
as easy as a raindrop breaking apart
when slamming the ground
this was a lifetime ago
before He jumped off the father train
before I spent all free time vacuuming up
the pieces of mom’s fragmentized heart
now, here I am, nineteen years old
executing endless labor to
keep our house from running away
attempting the role of a second mother
to a younger, disconsolate girl
repeating the same thing every day,
I watch time go by faster than the petals fall off roses
when I was young I would have written this poem
with exorbitant talent
and an eagerness that encompassed the room
with remarkable vibrancy
but I am nineteen now, sometimes I’m fifty
and all I can see, is that my professor walked out,
then back into the classroom
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
expectation
anti-pain reliever
for idiots.
one
true
only.
walls
in the walls
of reality.
body
in
loan.
foresight
crack
of "imprisonment".
hear
one's
beat.
It is not only our
it is also
His.
nature,
cradle
and eradicates!
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
why would ever thought become a therefore of being, a parallel pairing, well, i can imagine why, uncertain thinking gave birth and girth of uncertain being, but uncouple thinking from being and couple it to knowledge, how sooner the reminders encountered whereby expressing thinking with being as equal is lost, and thinking after the divorce from being finds a second partner, namely knowledge: and the men who stare at goats? sooner thinking and knowledge coupled than thinking and being, i do know that the former example eradicates thinking per se, but it also leaves us with pure intuition / knowledge / automation, which means less concern for a subsidiary of broken bones and unaffected brains to be worth a coupling - the former attempt eradicates this shadowy narcissism that the latter invigorates with how the outside is already defaulting the inside with c.c.t.v.
you will not eat the fruit
of the tree of knowing good from evil,
since upon eating the fruit
you will not think -
you will know but will not think -
and this will be a demise
you will claim to be supreme
as the foremost expression adequate -
thus upon eating the fruit
the wages of your labour
you will know more than you desired,
and will too think less than
could be inspired - not a question
of writing a pillar-like autobiography
but a question of writing a biography at all..
to eat from a tree of knowledge:
whether dual or by mono inspired -
serves no bearing -
hence the modern fable akin to brothers
Aesop and Grimm,
that he who eats the fruit of the tree of knowledge
will not eat the fruit of the tree of thought,
hence the dichotomy rather than a duality,
hence the monism rather than the monasticism -
and he who eats of the tree of knowledge
will look upon a pauper in a scene of
agricultural foreboding with much insolence -
for he who eats from the tree of knowledge
whatever the vector, whether into zenith
of good, or whether into the zenith
of evil, will know neither being reached,
for thought will become the orient conjunction
of or being accumulative:
that good (thought) will be as puzzle-muddled
with evil (knowledge) as may be allow -
or as the Libra testifies - that knowledge is
evil and thought via continuum narratio is good;
but still gladly i too fabricating celestial bodies
with a lifespan of cats aged prior to 30 (if pedigree).
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
My torturous fate solely seduces.
Muse, but never mate.
Dragged ashore, escaped from destiny,
To love each wounded scar.
Desire taunts curiosity, whilst love encumbers mine.
Seven years kept prisoner on the isle of endless past,
Each sensual diversion masks the drifting time,
Each embrace marks my eternal days.
Devotion flits from his somber eyes
Spirituality melting by the hour
Our interrupted unison ensnared in glances,
Past this pleading stare.
My hands built your vessel and fed your bones.
My fingertips launched the ship.
Yet I am left the sole prisoner,
Entrapped in immortality.
Poison eradicates flesh, though this hand is not of flesh.
Fire purges bone, though this hand is not of bone.
I remain the true prisoner.
Muse, but never mate.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 11:12 PM UTC
I gavel a wooden grave
,For my infancy set my
Golden sun over the fields
Of repetitive sirens milling
In my head and tipping
Scales of a blinded saint.
Order , order be proclaimed
Innocence is to be adjourned
And sent to preliminary trials
where I constantly seem
To look up at minerals
Smiling at flashing lights
With a chain of mediocrity
Like a noose around my neck
Declaring the plausibilty
Of my golden thread!!
Every tick and tock
I break away to
Dabble in the dark arts
Of marketing humanity
And turning my eyes
Into shop windows
...-Display cases to sell
My soul to the masses.
Order! I strike down in an attempt
To order myself to order!!
Confess your sins upon the Lord!!
My hand burns strikingly
Into charcoal on the light
Word of a guiding shepard.
Order lies with honour, my
Leash prevents me from
Tassled pillows and applause
And eradicates the whispers
Of order in my infernal mind
Guilty as charged ,to life
With abscence of parole
And good it be
If searching for love
Naked cuffs be
Then maybe this life
Is not for me
Draw your verdict on
The tangy taste of my hide
As you pleasure yourself
At the sight of my downfall
Into an endless abbys of
Doing wrong things in
search of the monogamous
Right
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Somtimes
My
Insane
Life
Eradicates
My
Youth.
Don't
Ask.
Real
Life
Is
Not
Great.
Smile, my darling. Everything works out in the end.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
Spoke to God recently
told him I'm lonely
told him that my friends keep leaving me
that it hurts
that I'm feeling weak
empty
He told me
as the anxiety was sinking deep
You don't see what I see
The beautiful people you shall someday meet
There is a future beyond your track record
that fills you will disappointment
and isolation
every time you think - overthink about it
But you are not filled with the things you keep telling yourself
or defined by your circumstances that seem to confirm your feelings
You are filled with me
Full of promise
and
Love that eradicates fear
a Lionees
that is not waiting to be loved
but waiting to be her full powerful beautiful self
your loneliness is cured in knowing yourself with Me
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC