"evidenced" poems
Orphan roots are banished into Bermudan-like triangular realms of presumed stability off the coast of Neptune,
Whilst abandonment firmly establishes her ancient dendrology.
Are your connections deeply entwined in the postmodern era of presumed certainty and deluded rationalism?
The method of self-transfiguration is evidenced on the mountain-tops of vanity, where the purging of the soul with self-flagellations is an archaic and scornful memory to those who claim to be enlightened.
How rooted are your roots? Does your reason stand trial in the docks of uncertainty?
The autumn leaves are changing color, and the birth of death reveals a beauty which, when embraced, flutters her powerful wings in the dawn of a frosty voyage.
I believe in ripples of probability.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Spring sunshine's loving glance
lights a repondant glow
in all things young
but she is not so kind
to the old
where man has been
exuberant nature is evidenced
in decline and decay
riotous hedgerows
unpruned trees
lank lawns
while nature prepares
to don Easter finery
the best you'll get from man
is shabby genteel
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 4:01 PM UTC
And my dad wanted us to hurry.
He worked the night shift.
Sweat on his forehead evidenced his
displeasure with rising sun.
35 mm in his hands. Steel-toed boots on pavers.
My mother stuffed another box of Kleenex in my
backpack. Gritted the metal teeth. Ready?
Ready. Her hands on my shoulders.
Take another one. Josh wasn't smiling.
Dad winded the film.
I don't want to smile.
My mother stuck her fingers into my mouth
pulling opposite and up.
And her fingers tasted like
the musty pages in the books without pictures.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Long ago she lost the ability to cry.
He thought her so hard
She turned her face and walked away
As though she did not hear.
His eyes gestured, "I am drawn to you."
Wondering, "Is something here to explore?"
She walked away without looking back.
Stopped.
Staring straight ahead.
He thought of himself, as a man of power.
So, he followed her
Lured with the intrigue of conquering.
Yet, she did not desire to be conquered!
She was only uncertain
How do I express, "I only want to be truly loved?"
He came to her. She resisted. He conquered.
She sank in despair
Becoming once more withdrawn.
The uncertainty of life loomed
As the shadow of doubt.
Does love even exist?
Or is it only an illusionary butterfly?
Determined to find love
She walked away.
Vowing, "Never will I be conquered again!"
She licked her wounds.
She grew.
She learned to cry again.
She healed.
Mending her once festered soul.
No longer did she draw nor desire conquers.
A bright sun, anew
She roamed the universe.
Within the Light of Wisdom.
At Dawn's New Day
Emerging with a lotus flower
Crested in her hair.
Dancing among the green meadows
A gentle man watched
wondering
"I'm drawn to you. Is there something here to explore?"
In Spirit
She replied, "Perchance."
It was then
They began to dance among the stars.
In graceful movement
Timing their waltz
Assessing capacity for esteem
Open to honor freedom.
They danced within agency
They danced within
the integrity of their movement.
She sighed relief.
Evidenced by a gentle tear
cascading along the arcing curve of her cheek.
In heart felt love
He gazed into her eyes
Receiving her golden tear.
With an anchored
To continue the dance
In Vita Grande.
Today, Tomorrow & Forever!
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
Bountiful harvest
evidenced by my waist line
Good chocolate crop year
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
I've asked myself why my scarred heart still beats.
Why, after long neglect, does the blood flow through it, still giving me life.
It's been shelved for so long, dusted on special occasions, evidenced only by the embellishment of a smile.
Sworn upon the moon's promise of a morrow, to never gain momentum within me.
Until one night, you entered in, and placed upon my cheek the sweetest nectar imaginable - tender kisses.
I live again.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
How ghastly are those camouflaged and articulated presumptions, which are evidenced by their catastrophic and interpersonal lifelessness?
It is bad for business, when silent screams echo throughout the depths of unfathomable anguish and cross the mysterious canopy of dendrology.
You may have failed to recollect that fried eggs are not dissociated from electrical riffs nor uninvited objects which force their way through open windows.
My hunger was sincerely naïve as it surfed the waves of paternal mockery.
Therefore, take caution, as you pass those nocturnal insects which flutter their feeble wings in the corner of Glaswegian crevices with intimidating powerlessness.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
A simple crash is all it took
To encourage a nervous and curious look
Into the bathroom where my mother lay
A blood bath around her, in the middle of the day.
*Oh honey, please just look away
You should not see this, please do not stay.*
Self-help never works, I could finally see
As she covered her tracks, her eyes never leaving me;
But the evidenced razor lied on the floor
And the pile of pills poured out by the door.
*Oh baby, please do not let your father know, too
He wouldn’t understand, the way that you do.*
And all of my words held deep inside
Hung on my tongue, my lips were dry.
All of the times you spoke only through words
Left me so confused, viewing life backwards.
*You are beautiful, and just so pretty
it is the inside that counts, don’t be so petty.*
Oh but momma, can’t you see
How do you expect me to love me?
When you have so much hatred towards yourself?
Enough to clear off the medicine shelf,
Enough to starve, binge, and purge;
You always told me to have some courage.
Enough to cut into yourself: thin and long lines;
You always told me, we would be fine.
But how could this painful sight be so?
Please bow now, mommy, an award for your show.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
I had forgotten you, or so it seems
Before you showed up within my dreams
You're the one constant in all the scenes
No one on Earth can explain what it means
The background was loud, the dialogue silent
My outlook is dim but imagery was vibrant
Usually my dreams are random, quick, and nimble
Now, you remain as a mainstay, a symbol
The obsession of you, the love and the passion
Stronger than anything you could imagine
Evidenced clear by attempts to completely...
Ignore clear evidence that you complete me
I wish I could ask how I could be conscious
With a mind that offers such unwanted responses
Until my admiration decides to vanish
I don't know how to move on or manage
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 9:35 PM UTC
They mean it with lingerie
or almost **** hanging *****
almost strolling out from within
as if they deny the prison there
that beholds and preserves conspiracy.
Chiffon bits glued to buttered butts
that dwindles either ways without
any declaration of war from each side
and only sensitive enough to react upon
high pencil edged sharp heels point touched.
They mean deep well navels crowned with
meaningless metal caps in place of ear rings
and their shameless faces dressed with colors
so much difficult to understand the brands
they represent each such pastel that robs them.
To further de-glamourise their stupid animosity
sudden malfunctioning of their bra-straps
or accidental slippage of intended tight gowns
making foolish gays popular and millionaires-
these models evidenced their killers via sharp nails.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 7:39 AM UTC
I see a massive, distant land
Of rolling plains of sage and grass,
Of forest covered coastal range
Huge waterfalls and lakes of glass.
I see the distant mountains blue
Through haze I feel this strong allure,
Where unknown shores are lapped by waves,
Where bubbled mountain brooks flow pure.
I see patchwork farming sprawl
Across this landscape, mile by mile
Where evidenced horizon's curve
Brings to my mind amazement's smile.
I feel the massive hand of man
In latticed freeways everywhere
Where citadels of towered glass
Bring patriotic pride to bear.
I feel the spirit of this land
From distant place I feel the draw
Of magnetism's warming hand
Which leads me to it's wondrous shore.
Anticipation's fluttered heart
Now beats within excitement's breast
So soon to tread that distant soil
So soon to realize lifelong quest.
America shall be my friend
Shall be the bearer of my days
Shall lead my adolescent hand
To show me where the wonder lays.
I see this massive, distant land,
I sense those distant mountains blue,
I feel the magic of allure
For soon I shall be there with you.
Marshalg
Auckland NZ.
5 July 2013
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Believing you're in love
does not excuse all the
stupid, ******** **** you do
to punish her for not
loving you. You're
not entitled to
romantic reciprocity, no matter
what a lifetime of
bad movies and TV may
have taught you, and
your love was ******** to
begin with, as evidenced by
its sublimation into hate
at the moment she
- as gently as possible -
rejects you.
Believing you're in love
does not justify
any of your
stupid, ******** behaviour:
a **** move
is still a
**** move.
The sick part is, for the
longest time, you'll be the one
who'll feel wounded, and
she'll be the one who'll
feel guilty. She'll
eventually learn better.
You probably never will.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Ongoing studies of Egyptian history
demonstrate lessons can still be learned.
Their oversized achievements were possible,
by having its peoples’ hearts turned…
to the idea of a national identity.
Around the Nile’s life giving source,
the commonality of personal survival
eventually produced an effective workforce.
Since times of Middle Eastern antiquity,
the annual flooding of the coastal plains
created the opportunities to trade away
the abundance of flourishing grain.
From enjoying unexpected prosperity,
the human lust for gold, wealth and power
was lavishly made clear by the Pharaohs -
as evidenced on their monuments and towers.
Under the pretense of religiosity,
Pharaoh was supposedly “heaven sent”;
for blinded people without vision
will always find having their will bent…
and on their knees, before earthly authority.
With governmental dictates on its population,
the heaping of rock into pyramidal shapes
has resulted in lasting, tourist attractions.
And what else, might one see?
From ancient propaganda on temple walls,
the timeless message of glory and conquest
still beckons everyone to its empire’s call.
Is it really true? What else can it be?
What about these ruins are still unknown?
What primeval truths are being promoted?
Seeing they’ve been… etched in stone.
.
.
.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 47:13-26
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
I chase the Scarab until the morning glows
With a winged friend I mistreat following a henchman's horse
To the Dunes we ride eyeing the night sky waning
The face of my child entreats for me to be weary.
A diamond in the raw, uncut was never the most valuable.
a board game logic parks upon the boardwalk of Santa Cruz
A friend would never charge for you to stay in a hotel they owned,
a game is a game only if one refrains from believing in consequence
as reality, that time is a space left between motions created by decision
evidenced by interaction precise a dreams manifested sequenced as love ever after.
A price is one custom we have all come to be adapted too, yet how are the best things in life free, if Jewels are the most expensive?
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
I hear you say:
Ignorance and Apathy
Are the way to be.
(the following responses in parentheses are points I can't bring up to you because you're my father and you're perfect in morality and your sense of reality)
As evidenced by these points you brought up:
(Because ***** caring for people
Or even using logic. What?)
Suicidal thoughts are normal. (Only because of people like you that don't care to understand what depression is... 1 in 3 will experience depression in their lifetime... I did. You only noticed after the worst of it was over after more than 6 months of screaming silently to myself in my room, crying myself to sleep and soaking my pillow. After that, you finally noticed and put your hand on my neck and simply said "I know" and never said another word.... but you obviously don't "know" or care to understand if this is how you respond to me telling you the signs of depression and desperation in a girl I'm trying to help. You implied that I'm stupid because I'm trying to fix someone's problems without a stupid ******* piece of paper that costs $80,000 and says I know what I already know... You don't have a degree in business but you've decided that you know best with that... And you do... its called learning from experience you *******
You have no knowledge on the matter that you speak. (But I've more experience in this area that you refuse to understand. I know more than you do. I just can't argue because you're in charge and you're perfect and you're always right.)
I know idiots like you. **** you dad... thanks for the support.)
I don't support you. (Oh wait... never mind)
Your dreams are out of reach and you know it. (You haven't lived my dreams so you have no knowledge on the matter that you speak *******
You won't survive in society if you don't do things the way I learned them. Jesus didn't learn the way you did and He lived a better life. I haven't learned the way you have and you're a terrible teacher when it comes to relationships and psychology anyway... because you don't try and you still won't have the same experiences as people of our age have and will.)
You MUST submit to society (because you have no hope to change it. What? Who are you to imply I won't have the power to change the world some day?)
(And for some reason you WONDER why I don't listen to you... You put me down and make me want to cry... I've counted on one hand since high school started 2 and a half years ago that you've said "I'm proud of you" and that was because of a good report card... I think that's when I realized that was the first time I can EVER remember you saying something encouraging to me... and I haven't ever heard it since. So forgive me if I hate the arrogant part of you that thinks you know best and that I should submit to your authority.)
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
Mirror equations form a pattern occasionally as evidenced by the following:
789632145 + 541236987 = 1111111110
741852963 + 369258147 = 1111111110
123456789 + 987654321 = 1111111110
963852741 + 147258369 = 1111111110
789456123 + 321654987 = 1111111110
976431 + 134679 = 1111110
718293 + 392817 = 1111110
794613 + 316497 =1111110
9731 + 1379 = 11110
9371 + 1739 = 11110
9191 + 1919 = 11110
2468 + 8642 = 11110
7913 + 3197 = 11110
852 + 258 = 1110
46 + 64 = 110
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Winter has no cold lie the brief terror of life that seems endless the terror strikes from streets
And paths once walked in joy now each house every board each window every angle states
What was and never will be again nature will not allow a vacuum but lost- loved ones are the
Holes and vacuum that honeycomb the human heart these are the shadows that the brightest
Sun cannot abolish they visit in long walks or can come from the briefest encounter their
Unprecedented power is evidenced in silence of chiseled granite over windswept hills and
Fields nothing effect these monuments but the human heart alone through love can enwrap
The Coldest stone making it melt by love’s glowing power the stone shimmers momentarily and
Then is replaced by living memory that the coldest beast of all which is time has relentlessly
Pursued until has drawn a high flame of youthful vigor down till it is but a feeble flame that the
Smallest breeze extinguishes all leave a lasting mark and each in their own special way give
Enduring power that goes a long way in the healing process God their most prominent
Characteristics to veil the suffering one until the walk can be made alone for some it is the
Power of their personality others their gentle sweet nature can even hold deaths pall at bay
And still others the wonder they spin in common ordinary days come rushing in as swirling
Waters that raise the soul and carry it to higher climes shadows call us to refection our loved
Ones stand ever present to diffuse the harsh glaring light we hear their whispering voices they
Are timeless reminders of life’s greatest good we gather these mortal treasures they continue
To be our closest advisers and closest friends although they have ventured to the farthest
Boundaries of our understanding our hearts will always be knit together by love the greatest
Power known to mankind that is our unbreakable cord that binds us together yesterday today
And for all the tomorrows O stillness that can hold heaviest burdens it displaces the most
Contrary circumstances let us view our tomorrow the silence our escape walk the solitary
Landscape tin the emptiest places you will find the rare that stands out in exquisite detail we
Have shared the wonder of souls that have been strategically placed in our lives so that we
Could reach our destiny and fulfillment go forth bravely and share the gifts they bestowed in
Your life
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
oft times as a child crayola crayons
occupied concentration
to color, with a hue and a cry
would erupt if the merest and faintest mark
trespassed violating
some shade dee rule, i'd decry
cuz even as a boy,
a peaceful nonconformist/
nonestablishmentarian streak
now finds this guy
proud to be among
the minority removed
from the madding crowd,
though blurt out a friendly "hi"
when within of the vast lines of humanity
entropy vies to get
the upper hand until ban ky
moon: secretary - (at time of this writing)
general of the United Nations
doth raise an hand gesticulating with lie
sense to subdue
the crowded housed planet fitness
even if his magic doth manage to ply
a temporary truce among
scrabbling mobs of hoodlums,
some regurgitating spoon fed
pablum patois bred from an era quois
wanton vengeful retaliation,
whence faux recapitulation
initially evidenced
from hooligans who try
to wrest control
with mortal kombat full commando
from elected officials,
who abhorring violence must vie
trump petting for state military
don protective gear
bound by parochial training
to counteract mutiny why
hill chaos runs amuck law man
dating rubric with force of arms
and crack of firearms,
which forced quiet riot doth aim
to don the mantle of government control,
whereby foot soldiers
i.e. boots on the ground -
operate asia single blame
less force to be reckoned with,
cuz the supreme arbiter of power -
who thru a coup d'etat did claim
sear of power forces opposition
to sing condescending swan song
toward ruler de jure,
which includes a price tag i.e.
at least one vestal ****** dame
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Woman to Woman
The salt marsh hangs with a heavy mist in this most tangible expression tiny molecules gives the feeling
Of the tiniest bubbles popping at all points what a sensation of exhilaration to be touched with water
Crystals in the midst of pure wonder lush wet grass this body of water it very perception sooths
Embodies soulful bounds, her eyes soft as her surroundings they still your heart burn with a kind
Intensity landscapes truly wash and swirl through each emotional level that you possess when you are
Touched by this her sensitivity and her intensity your visit lengthens into two parts that are one and the
Same she and you share the outward truth of place and it is impossible to separate her from this natural
State it has flowed in and you witness its outward flow holding you spellbound this is evidenced in what
She has created it’s the outward expression of the deep stirrings that formed seamless unending levels
Of love and appreciation for her surroundings you are invited to bask in these remarkable astounding
Observations now distilled given beautiful expression in these her spirit will dwell and be and unbroken
Tie to her life her creativity her special quality will stand expand with every new breaking day. Held by
Life so rich and full speaking in quiet somber tones to thee a bond was forged so colorful a life dances on
The sun drenched southern waters never will it be diminished and long will it bare the remarkable life it
Lived so fully and masterfully This is dedicated to Donna’s friend Dina Hall.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
She sat on the edge of the precipe; unbidden tears evidenced by glistening lines on her cheekbones. She stood abruptly and reached over the edge, hoping the hands waiting for her were strong. Leaning forward ever so slightly she brushed fingers with the person waiting. She stretched a little further, grasped tightly, and missed. Tumbling end over end in a dazed confusion she cried out, sure she was lost forever. She saw the ground speeding up to meet her and closed her eyes as she braced for the impact that would shatter the last of her illusions.....but the impact never came. Soft warm arms reached out and embraced her just when all may have been lost. She pried open her eyes just enough to peer through her lashes and see whom had saved her.....and saw herself.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
I view the future with much equanimity
And try not to rely on consanguinity.
My loss of blood to NHS phlebotomists
Whose hides are thicker than hippopotomists
Or, if you prefer it, hippopotami
Exacerbates a lot of my
Concerns with the diminution of supply,
Reminiscent of Hancock and his cry:
A pint of blood! You must be mad!
That’s almost an armful. It’s really bad
If I do not have enough
Left to fill the smallest coffee cup.
But do not grieve excessively,
I’ve left a glorious legacy.
A double pocketful of books
Into which no one ever looks;
As well as countless music scores
That it seems everyone abhors,
Regarded by equal abhorrence
As evidenced by non-performance.
But one we greet with jubilation
Refrigerated Transportation
Beloved by transport chiefs galore,
Who hide it in their frozen store.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
part one is where i said "if we don't handcuff ourselves together i am going to lose it."
i said, "if somebody could just clean all that ***** out of you we would probably weigh about the same. if we looked in a mirror at the same time there would only be one reflection. if we lie at the same time we'll just be lying together, physically and mentally. and what could be better than together?"
part one and a half is where things get out of hand -
hands covered in finger-paint and hands that forgot to wash themselves in the aftermath of many a sticky situation. hands that held mine and hands that held yours, hands that couldn't be evidenced no matter how hard any arithmetic teacher tried and hands that wrote about every sketch artist but never any criminals.
part two and i'm hanging myself with an iPhone charger, hands wrapped around swan neck - bird girl messy hair tiny hands girl bushy eyebrows cross-eyed ocean eyes girl between life and death
- and solemnly stepping over that mysterious dining-room table on your front porch. my last words have something to do with Jackie Chan and i whisper
"nobody ever saw a cowboy on the psychiatrist's couch."
Part Three is exactly that: three. welcome to past present and future, i say. can i take your order and can you hold my hand and you do know that meat is bad for your heart, right?
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we sat shut-eyed and snickering and reaching our hands into a crumpled brown bag labelled "Fatal Flaws". "no tradesies" said the big man. you and i unknowing one another, laughed unknowingly. your slip of paper read "superiority complex" and mine said simply "inability to love" and i thought about how good our tragedies would look together, how our stars could align in all the melancholy we both believed in.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
-
i cast only shadows
of twilight,
but like a ghost, i can
spoon deceptively well~
following just a fingernail away,
i can scrape the periphery of your
senses at any given moment
yet i remain outside a passing glance,
just beyond the visual reach of mirrors
for i am the corpse you sleep with nightly,
evidenced by those occasional scratch marks
i leave on your shoulders, neck, buttocks
the thing you've spent most of your lifespan
dismissing as some graveside mourner you
simply turned your eyes away from
yet as a faucet of sand left dripping,
you pool into the spaces between
the plankings of oblivion
Someday,
you will wake to a rope-snap
suspension upon the gallows
of my choosing
as you pour out the last
grain from the hourglass
of your lifespan
your fingertips slipping
down its smoothed
surfaces
— knowing —
as i watch you
fall away
from far,
far
above...
s jones
May 2021
.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
It hurts to hear you say I am crazy
Although I know it is true
Love brings out lunacy in me
I am only like this when im with you
Thoughts of touch drive me mad
When gone wonder who you hold
If you would answer your phone
Some sanity I could uphold
Instead leave me in our cold bed
Choosing friends and fun over affection
I stay loyal by your side
Conflicting emotions pull me every direction
Was not psychotic when we met
Never have been the jealous type
Your behavioir has proved you're a traitor
Evidenced by tears I cobtinue to wipe
After many lies and stories
I am not sure what to believe
I lost my mind, paranoid
Obessessed over the way you deceive
If I could I would vanquish the sickness
Each morning bad weather we find
Want to calm impending storms
Can't reach your marvelous mind
Dreams of delusional lands far from here
Thoughts and ideas cannot be contained
I do not care if you are sane or not
These issues can all be maintained
I understand I am too much to handle
Want to save you from insanity
Afraid craziness will consume you as well
If you want, I invite you to explore this madness with me
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
I ****** an actor
On a leather chair
His mouth evidenced
Expensive sake
And the foreign touch
Of a Transylvanian stage performer
Was not what made me feel sick
But it was
The flowers growing from his skin
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC