"exaction" poems
impractical is the path
where wrath meets satisfaction
with hands too fast to smack
we are the captors of our actions
not adapted to the math
understanding the subtraction
with a stand that is my last
i am ****** by my exaction
with a plan so crass
like a romance with reaction
impractical is the path
where wrath meets satisfaction
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Another year closes
and the waves of pain invite themselves
for one last wash over me
a host of words and phrases un sugar coated
calling back the dire pain
duly survived and noted.
and as much as I walk that higher road
it never lets me forgive if I forget.
endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction.
And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend
it's not who I am
or who I want To be
or what I want to send
but it is on its way.
I can't stop it.
I don't really want to anymore.
I want to feel the rush of satifaction
with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces
a barrage of covert assaults on my good character
well congratulations you win.
Jokers and aces
I'm the bad *** on all of your cases
ran myself into the ground
and not an ounce of gratitude was found
now karma won't listen to me
my great pain howled
and the injustice has been heard
the trade has subconsciously been made.
God help you all there's no way back from this
it is what it is...
a brand new year,
and with it comes resolution and how
the restitution I used to abhor
sits so **** comfortable with me now.
There's More pain ahead,
I'm so conditioned I wear it like a crown on my head.
Well done I applaude you
you intolerable *****
let fate do its will
I ain't holding it back
let this tidal wave crush you
in your tracks
so you can feel my pain
and don't call for me
I wont remember your names
like the years torn from my soul,
my children, my love, my home;
I won't feel it all in vain.
im giving it all to you
the very deserving orchestrators
of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of ******* pain.
Yours sincerely,
Really ****** off.
.... Original write below:
Another year closes
and the waves of pain invite themselves
for one last wash over me
a host of words and phrases
calling back the dire pain
duly survived and noted.
and as much as I walk that higher road
it never lets me forgive if I forget.
endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction.
And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend
it's not who I am
or who I want To be
but it is on its way.
I can't stop it.
I don't really want to anymore.
I want to feel the rush of satifaction
with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces
a barrage of covert assaults on my good character
well congratulations you win.
I'm the bad ***
ran myself into the ground
and not an ounce of gratitude was found
now karma won't listen to me
my great pain howled
and the injustice has been heard
the trade has been subconsciously made.
God help you all there's no way back from this
it is what it is...
a brand new year,
and with it comes resolution.
the restitution I used to abhor
sits so **** we'll with me now.
More pain ahead.
I'm conditioned to wear it on my head like a crown.
Well done I applaude you
you intolerable *****
let fate do its will
I ain't holding it back
let this tidal wave crush you
so you can feel my pain
and don't call for me
I wont remember your names
like the years torn from my soul,
my children, my home, my love;
I won't feel it all in vain.
im giving it all to you
the very deserving orchestrators
of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of pain.
Yours sincerely,
****** off.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
My whole world revolves again
When you came into my life
I don’t know how to say
How much you mean to me
How I wish I could surprise
The sensational beat of my heart
'Coz when you’re near me
I wanna say “I love you!”
Why is that love is here to stay
To keep me feel the warmth of desire
In my heart, in my soul
And in my whole life
I love you is my magic word
A way of sayin’ my endearment
With all my heart and exaction
This means you’re my destiny…
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
A systematic endeavor, fevered by a passion.
Each problem, an expedition, an exaction
Of effort, time and will
In the search for knowledge - an unimaginable thrill
Newton’s discovery, my continuation:
Formulaic substance for every situation.
Seeking an answer, no approximation;
Making up for lackluster information.
We derive and we discover
One approach to solve another
Number lines, number theory,
Partial fractions and Taylor Series’.
Natural patterns give inspiration
To new problem sets and exhortation
Of genius minds globally impressed
Continuously working, forgetting rest.
Limited by time, we take shortcuts
Setting functions is a must.
e, theta, sigma, pi
delta, lambda, (m)u and phi.
Theorems and laws aid in the discovery
Of problems unsolved, answers a mystery.
New methods used almost “unpredictably”
As thought by leighmen, to scientists quite reasonably.
Forgetting what was once thought
Simply observing what is taught.
The applications of arithmetic
Endless, when you sit with it.
From counting up a child’s toys
To describing the bounds of ellipsoids.
A vital piece of money supply
It gives us reason for color of the sky.
Stretching our minds to surmise infinity
Hoping not to lose our sanity
Consciously peering into the depths of life
Our battle for survival, an endless strife
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Milk and nuts
the cheese-farm parcel.
To open, rear, doughy portion
finding that place to leave soured...
Crunched into numbers, exaction's Zealot!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Fame
Money, exaction of reality
life, envying their dreams!! perfections
existence full of theories and vexation
this is my perception
like a beautiful lie theirs no affection
always dreaming the same things, there's no end to this circulations
a nightmare, no strength for confrontation
sometimes the thoughts are good but no relations
always sweating, trying to make this icicles
double checking, mixed up, confused with this feelings of ambiguation
when will this end, illusions
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?
Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem
Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...
Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma
Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...
In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:
Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 4:58 PM UTC
i'm just man with a radical passion
i craft the lines and then put them in action
snapping the backs of theatrical factions
smashing the mansions of every flashy attraction
i demand to choose facts over lies fashioned
subtract the stacks of imagined distraction
standing in the shadows like an assassin
attacking and slashing with reactive exaction
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Time with means
Real routes of simplicity
True to our senses, and the irony we glean
As shrewd as a call to it is, the role of indemnity
Places we hid, a source of bright news
Tastes of humility and dour forces, to live
With a grossing guess, the exaction of an excuse
Well to say, the known desire of almost, even and is
Torture to an average soul, waiting in another's light
Tradition and the marvel of success, a toil in cares
So far away from the risen more, right now, might
The collapse of heaven, in our hands be the gift that fairs?
Weak treasure, in the name of a doting virtue
Taken for a fool every time, if a lip has seen it all
In the grip of enemy's sublime, or the muster of curiosity
Known to be, the guidance of essences and riches, of the fall...
Worthy little key, saving me from a lucky reality
Paces of in and its atone, to live once more, is my stead
The count of urges and the jump to sight's welling in heat?
Of a new friendship of labor, if not the callous reproach, we saw us, in the cares we lead...
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
give me your knife
of perfect exaction
let me slice
the flesh of my sides
let me rend
the fat between my thighs
and create an open gate
for your disciples
to enter between my legs
give me your blade
of perfect scrutiny
let it tell me
the desireable colour
of my hair, eyes, and *******
then i will dye them for you
while i bleed to death
give me your knife
cut deep until i am perfect
a venus, a madonna
cut me and devour me
maybe one day
you'll reach my heart
and finally meet me
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC