"factitious" poems
the people vs. my every waking moment
me, for every heart I've stolen
the lost light given to homework
an idea embedded that our souls are
search machine engines
are we waking, are you my dreams
the people vs. contemporary art of all periods
angrier and more painful hearts
suicide as a solution
recycling factitious pollution
no one says a thing about ideas repurposed
the people vs. intelligence
truth
passion
anything other than money as a practice
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the written voice and the intellectual image! This is all that matters in life; the rest is men and women, imagined loves and factitious vanities, the wiles of our digestion and forgetfulness, people squirming — like worms when a rock is lifted — under the huge abstract boulder of the meaningless blue sky.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
What does it mean to love "scarred". I thought as I sat there running my fingers across the keys of the black keyboard, the letters in white standing still and unmovable atop the glossy charcoal plastic.
Entering data onto the screen..thinking about the facts and details listed into my story.
My mind wandered from the task at hand..I pictured myself...calm in demeanor...raging inside to unleash the fury, fervor and forgiveness of the untold story boiling within.
Tucked away in shades of tall lustrous trees, behind the walls of a small charmingly cozy cabin, emptying the madness of words to create- My Story-in ink.
The one reason I've been given breath and sensation to envision beyond the factitious boundaries that surround these hands and feet.
Loving despite the afflictions that seemingly forever tore at my heart, is quite possibly one of the greatest types of Love.
Constructing within me the ability to Hopefully...Master compassion.
Loving scarred. Loving despite pain, loving with wreckage still in the heart, loving with the stains of tears etched in the skin, loving having the knowledge of love and loss.
Perhaps..this is the best form of Love.
Rather than wishing these away, soaking them in..allowing the forming of the heart to take place.
Love, whether blemished, disfigured or flawed..
is the one source of human capability to fully heal.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Across blanket seas, I lay my spent body to rest
Buried in comforter caskets, I don’t welcome this sleep,
Creeping slowly through consciousness. The
Darkness fogs, and regret and dread
Eat away at my psyche as I know that
Factitious deities await me on the river Styx.
Greeting spirits before they drift to Heaven or to
Hell, guards grab at passerby and direct them to the other side
Injustice! I scream as I’m guided down below the water, against
Jutting rocks amid the fire and brimstone and I beg for guidance to the
Kingdom of Heaven, renounce my Sins and pray to Him
Leaking lies across time, I plead for mercy for my eternal soul
Making testimony for my wrong-doings but my mistakes replay like a
Nightmare in my mind and sears my eyelids shut
Open your eyes! Come the screams of lost souls but I lay
Prostrate on the ground unable to move and I
Question my life and things that I’ve done. I try and
Reach for some redemption but the Man
Strikes me down with his thunder and
Threatens everything I am afraid of. He can smite me,
Unify all my fears with his words. He releases his
Verdict and all hope I had is wrenched from my grasp.
Watching me with judging eyes, the Man sits on his ivory throne and
X-pells me to Hell and I scream and I cry and I
Yearn so greatly to open my eyes but I am heavy with
Zzz ‘s and so very tired…
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
All alone,
cold
desperate and confused,
my body rejects you
and so should you.
I have more,
studying
stress and anxiety,
for my brain lacks something
other than babbling.
Vocabulary,
accentuation
factitious and consternation,
I can't handle it
for I am just too dull for it.
Why need it,
with so much pain
suffering and torture,
we could do without
so we don't have dropouts.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Strange how it used to be,
Father Time shows his might.
With all things considered,
blessed are those unshaken.
A tribunal of sorts,
wicked in their deeds.
A force high on end,
with a lust of your downfall.
The walls break down,
intent on invalidation.
A paradox that mocks us,
factitious in it's ambition.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
The preacher, the politician both the same
Nothing but swindlers spewing specious sermons
Noisome talk from their mouths came
Rapacious hands, oh what vermin!
I, as if compunctious for my fault
Left feeling only surfeited
Fulsome factitious assault
I am left as the convicted
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
The art invention AI, the Allsay, I'll-gorithm,
Aiaia ai
let me say this is poetry, I did not write,
but found
enlightening:
*dhe-
*dhē-,
Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to set, put."
It forms all or part of:
abdomen; abscond; affair; affect
(v.1) "make a mental impression on;"
affect
(v.2) "make a pretense of;"
affection; amplify; anathema; antithesis;
apothecary;
artifact; artifice;
beatific; benefice; beneficence; beneficial; benefit;
bibliothec;
bodega; boutique;
certify;
chafe; chauffeur;
comfit; condiment; confection; confetti; counterfeit;
deed; deem; deface; defeasance; defeat; defect; deficient;
difficulty; dignify; discomfit; do (v.);
doom; -dom;
duma;
edifice; edify;
efface; effect; efficacious; efficient;
epithet;
facade; face; facet; ******
-facient;
facile; facilitate; facsimile; fact;
faction (n.1) "political party;"
-faction;
factitious; factitive; factor; factory;
factotum; faculty; fashion; feasible; feat; feature;
feckless; fetish;
-fic;
fordo; forfeit;
-fy;
gratify;
hacienda;
hypothecate; hypothesis;
incondite; indeed; infect;
justify;
malefactor; malfeasance;
manufacture;
metathesis;
misfeasance;
modify; mollify;
multifarious;
notify;
nullify;
office; officinal;
omnifarious;
orifice;
parenthesis;
perfect;
petrify;
pluperfect;
pontifex;
prefect;
prima facie;
proficient; profit; prosthesis; prothesis;
purdah; putrefy;
qualify;
rarefy;
recondite; rectify; refectory;
sacrifice;
salmagundi;
samadhi;
satisfy;
sconce;
suffice; sufficient;
surface; surfeit;
synthesis;
tay;
ticking (n.);
theco-; thematic; theme; thesis;
verify.
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by:
Sanskrit dadhati "puts, places;"
Avestan dadaiti "he puts;"
Old Persian ada "he made;"
Hittite dai- "to place;"
Greek tithenai "to put, set, place;"
Latin facere "to make, do; perform; bring about;"
Lithuanian dėti "to put;"
Polish dziać się "to be happening;"
Russian delat' "to do;"
Old High German tuon,
German tun,
Old English don "t
dondiddondondon just the facts.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
Blurting disrespecters of the finer things of life,
Mothers chase their children in dispair,
Disrepair of ourn wrongs and rights,
Fitful monguls,
Beasts of Hades grave,
Dance the electrobeat timekeeper of lonely streets ,
I've seen for marveled caves!!!!
Taketh away all disconvert,
Open the quaint parlors,
Where thy cherishing is bountiful,
Plentiful to all and any other!!!
A configuration of minds far and close alike,
Where childhood ceases memory!!!
Cells make enemies of evidential ruin!!!!!
Residential pull ins boisterous,
Signs hold high with all sit ins!!!
Factitious feeling's hold innumerable!!!!
Inconceivably mounted,
Planted in like all thine rest!!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
As I mope around the swamps of my brain
I think of nature’s beautiful scenery
Stuck in a world where currency reigns
Littered with mankind's rapacious factitious imagery
Sat in a cube, walls off-white
Ceiling tiles, **** stained
Trapped in ennui's plight
Blue light keeping a soul maimed
But there's a cure
Just beyond these walls
5pm, till then I endure
Then I can answer Edens call
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
Malicious devour the void
Vacuum,
Stealthy figures roam
about wearily,
hungry mouths drooling
with Saliva,
Yearning for something
to Quell the hunger,
Squalor & Poverty lay
behind the City's
Glittering Facade,
like Myriad stars they
Quest for food & water
to Quench there thirst
& Hunger,
In squalid & Inhumane
conditions they're
left alone to
Fend for themselves,
those Opulent quibble
about their Crooked
toes & noses,
yet the Poor & Beggars
only seek Basic neccessities,
without Complain they
portray Factitious smiles
as they go about
there Daily Routines,
though Pauppers in
God they believe
unlike the Rich who
have Negated God.
Pursuit for success
is the Vital nexus
between them.
Through nefarious activities
like Peculate is how they
Acquire there wealth,
while the Poor wan't
Success through the
Clean-Way,
what a Mutty and
Contra-Society....
@miamizoliver
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
treachery
of the human heart
has no
bounds
its grip
vicelike
suffocating
causing injury
past the last
breath
of surrender
expendable desire
ignites
the flames
of desperation
glorifying
in the agony
of the intended
your want
it's need
begging
scratching
devouring
until that one
last
morsel
of
hope
is found
and the soothing grip
of factitious
affection
lulls you
once again
into imagined
harmony
and hooked on a
blissful
state
of forged
devotion.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
At some point, you seem like crying
Even when your lips feel like smiling
Your genuine self's now gone
As he left you for one more woman.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC