"evitable" poems
Water take no cleansing action to his detention
That has felt no remorse for the notion of vindication
Foolish mentality, child without maturity
Lead by impulse, and lulled by a narcissist
Sitting there like gravity has given you control
Ignorant individual entrapped with your own soul
Take one moment, talk, not to her but for her
Exactly what was your discourse, are you her
Did you act on juvenile inclination or fortification
Subconsciously lost to wicked temptation
Sincerely do you have a mental hindrance
I’m subjecting to name-calling because of this dance
Who are you following what are you allowing
Your letting the past mold your thinking
Don’t get defensive you made the offensive
Your know the history, yet you let lust be submissive
“Go back” that is what you lack, the thought to review
And guide your way through and accept you’re flawed
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
And the clock aligned, hands pointing
To that moment,
The moment,
When the veil softened
Pliable,
Torn,
Reality,
Was of all and both, secreted
Upon the evitable realities,
They made there moves, limited
Moments upon an unsuspecting
Existence, But they were misguided
That even though they came through
A
Full
Moon
Shined upon them, much like the sun
The light of that upon high,
They scurried to that point,
To that place,
Moments past
And new statues were adorned upon
Grass,
Tree's,
Ground,
They were frozen, living stone
As night gave in to light,
For there are safe guards of old,
When time became fluid,
Barriers between realities sewed
Into the universes fabric, to Keep
Each safe from prying
Dimensions
Realities
Empty,
Places where darkness waits,
"And so on this night where moments aligned"
"If you see statues erected when none before"
"Thinking of them as art"
Know the veil was weakened by this night
But the universe righted this wrong, before chaos
Ruled and realties were once again sewed tight..
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
The “in” soon to meet the “evitable”
A conclusion infallible
Because
Tis true, tis true
It’s front page news
In the “Obvious Times”
Your failure to realize
Doesn’t minimize
The obvious
So let’s stretch that word
To
Oblivious
Cause that makes more sense
At least it’s a defense
Weak kneed as it may be
It certainly falls under
The Ex
Cuses
Category
So humor me
Do you see
Now
Do you see
Not yet
Okie Dokie
Annie Oakley
Let’s take another shot
How bout
A Story
Why not?
There once was a town
Where a man came around
Selling all kinds of
Potions and lotions
Devotions and notions
Despite his seemingly
Lack of emotion
They made him Mayor
Not long after the layers
Of Lies and greed began to grow
And wouldn’t you know
Though it rarely showed
The town grew tired
And wanted him fired
Longing for days of old
A stronger mold
Simpler times
Merrier rhymes
(less parking fines)
Smog free days
Guiltless lays
And poison free food
Put them all
In a better mood
Boy oh boy
Were those the days
Back before the smoggy haze
So we’re back to the beginning
Of this story I’m spinning
The “in” meeting
The
You know
“evitable”
Well
That is what happened
To that Colonial Captain
Who brought mischief
And what if’s
To that poor little town
He lost his crown
Among other jewels
He suffered fools
Then suffered
At their hands
So this story
Is a caution
to all distant lands
(and close ones)
The conclusion
Is always
Inevitable
When toying
With the table
Of Universal design
So don’t mess with nature
And all
Will be fine
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
Dying straight line
Blissful reverie beginnings
Fill mason jars with
Cataclysmic repertoires
And loving memories
Specifically orchestrated
Pyroclastic like similes
Apprehensive to gestation
Systematical count down
To an evitable destination
But a soul may yet soar
On breezes men never fly
To hear the tune of resonance
Corporal forms rarely perform
Feel opulence in not but illumination
Transparent millennia as but a flash
Far beyond a humanoid pursuit
So while a body starts with intending
Spirits are infinite and never ending
You may think we are a dying straight line
But we are a circle….reinventing.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Earth revolves around the sun
Slowly completing her annual run
It is the centre of our galaxy
The primary source of energy
For our carbon-based humanity
The source of light without which we can not see
This is only a model, a representation
of something much more heavenly
The earth revolves around the sun
This is merely just a pun
Not the gaseous, fiery, sphere
that sends its electromagnetic waves speeding through our hemispere
The ball of hot boiling plasma
The yellow dwarf star and blazing super nova
But the Son only begotten of the Father
The Nazarite, the Lion of Judah
Through him everything was created
He existed way before the world was dated
The image of the Father, a perfect replicate
Born of the ****** teen
With whom the Lord was well pleased
The fulfillment of the prophesies
An enemy of the Pharisees
He who walks on water and calms the stormy seas
His Majesty The crowned Prince of peace
The son who stumbled and fell
While carrying the cross
bravely bearing weight of the world
Struggling with every breath
Weakening with every step,
moving closer to his evitable death
The son denied, rejected, despised
pierced, bled and died
For your sake and mine
The son who rose, ascended and is seated on high
surrounded by the angles and dominions up in the sky
The son who tore down the veils
broke the chain of religious ways
and leads us straight into the throne of grace
The earth revolves around the son
The firstborn of God and Man
the living, breathing form of Manna
who satisfies all our hunger
And transforms us through his holy wonder
The earth revolves around the son
The good shepherd, the lowly lamb
the Son Who was and is to come
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Runs across the boundaries
Tears itself apart
Takes all the grievances and gloom
Still smiles my heart
The lovely winter blossoms
Smiles from the past
Tears it turned into today
Nothing ever lasts
Fighting for wants
Evitable how it was!
Withholds all the petty
Illusions was the cause.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Sometimes when life is low
When I have nowhere to go
I feel it's OK to cry
When Friends act strangely
I hate their attitude rangely
They don't talk for days
I remember the cafes
They started becoming strangers
And I feel I am in danger
It's OK to cry
When I was proved to be wrong
I tell truth but they is a throng
I stop telling explanation
I feel like to do adoration
It's OK to cry
There are times I was depressed
Life was just at the edge pressed
I was alone, with no advice
They time I thought
It's OK to cry
I'm thankful to the pillow
Who had lend me a support
I feel people are evitable
So it's good not to get attached so much
And the pillow is my best friend
Who take my tear in itself
At least, I'm happy with myself
But then also
I feel it's OK to cry
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
(bjo.) The things that would have happened anyway
set in stone, meant to be, sure to occur
i don't take much confidence in the things
set before me, the inescapable
yet unseen routine of habit or spontaneity
it is inevitable that I should end up
whereever i go or whovever i am
and should i break those around me
it would have been meant to be
it speaks volumes of characer, it was
unavoidable the people i hurt or the ones
i saved, the stirring and the turmoil swept away
I woke up in a panic, feeling *****
as if my heart had rolled through the rough
and my breath were swung around on a turbine
pumping air the wrong way
and instead of blood, dirt blew through my veins--
although I prefer to think of that as
evitable
or that
soil precedes the flower
that purity cannot just be had
but found, because it only exists
beneath a tarnish and we are not
born unharmed.
that is inevitable.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
What is a threat to validity
But a validity to threat
The constant need of reassurance that everything is forever
When everything is nothing
And nothing is everything
And anything that is everything will come to an abrupt
End.
We fear the inevitable
When the inevitable
is more constant than the evitable
So why
run?
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
digress from this river that flows into a straight line. the following here
will be that there is another body waiting at the brink of
another figure lacking in speech: brook as excursion.
this plaintive leitmotif this afternoon. everything smells
of old furniture. something this is trying
to preserve wrung out of suspicion, shorn out of air
and unrest. when I begin saying it, and when I become
what I want to become, I will fold you in a manner
of houses. tell me of the footfall before I plunge.
outside my home you will be waiting
for a question because you liked the idea that
askance is the heart of all assertions.
and I will slowly begin to realize that imagination
as machine, has not failed me.
when moved by the sight of you,
gradually dissipate.
when halted by the inching step of
your basis,
take a moment as evidence
and use as ground for furtive contest.
when there is evitable cipher of silence,
I will phrase gestures into something like a metaphor
would induce
when there is meaning, there is the moving away
and coming unabashed, pendulum your way into two walls
as weathered as this house. Your face, a thousand adorations.
your heart a truism in the heat
of naivety in place of a wild embrace.
your hands this evening, tremulous, nervously seeking
to be one with my measurement: this thing that has nothing to do with me,
except we have such fondness over allowing sorry states.
that we have use for what we have no use for. This thing,
a fragment so foreign to me,
like hearing my name disintegrate, as if a thing
of obsolescence, as everything is.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
the end of the semester matched with the cold
school was plain and the fields in our eyes
were white
we wrote essays on idealism for the A
planning with spontaneity
craving the warmth made;
snowless trees or eastern timber
the evitable obscured; thick, surreal, mouths
wit turned clueless, so to pretend
almost taken for imagined oaths expressing
willed waking
when wonder expels our innermosts,
forgiving our aforementions
pure window secrets connect the maps
stretched tight over each thought
-c.j.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
and I am so,
so,
sorry for the terrible poesy. The
hum
of creating hasn't quite
left me yet, though it may be in-
evitable.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC
Keeping me from the places that are dark and cold
Digging me out of hole after hole
Trying to keep me in control
My Soul
Taps me on the right
Taps me on the left
Stopping the thoughts of theft
Telling me to pick my fights
Keeping me brave, pushing away all the fright
Keeping me strong
Not leaving me for long
My Soul
Whispers in my ear
She is right
He is wrong
Singing it's song
Leading me away from what is wrong
My Soul
Keeping me from the in evitable
Pretty awesome and incredible
It keeps my life credible
My Soul
Keeping me on the right path
Keeping me from God's wrath
I hope it does not fail
I guess time will tell
If it does
And I go to hell
I hope it can pay my bail
As I wait to exhale
My Soul
!!
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
There was an old picture of me.
Fresh high school graduate.
Long black hair, a naivety worn smile.
Earth brown eyes that have yet to grace the adventures the world will soon prevail.
So young.
The product of a mother's tender loving care
Embodied immaturity before the
Outside forces penetrated the weak membrane.
What was thought to be inevitable
Suddenly became evitable.
The potentialities all there in that small delicate frame and pink lips, sometimes closed tight, sometimes open to those who dare cross her.
Rationality crumbled beneath her.
And suddenly this march of destiny became a sprint towards a bewildering number of paths ahead.
I peer up from the frayed graphic.
Realizing all that had fallen had fell within reason, no need to grasp.
It made space for the warm sap of passionate emotions pump through me.
Once a demure, reserved, lackluster child
Is now one who holds her head sky high
with a cool whirl of clear confidence.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC