"forseen" poems
our **********
on screen
was never
forseen as a
seed of
a
scarlet
rose beneath the
sea of spines
nonetheless
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Within the hills of Erin, stands a maiden gazing upon the sky,
Looking to heaven, praying with passion, for a prince to dry her eyes.
The winds call out from the starry night, as angels come here her plea
"Angels in heaven bring me a man that would fall inlove with me."
Without a word, or even a sound her angels shed a tear,
Having felt sorrow for this maiden who daily lives her fear.
They brush her face with silken wing drying tears from side to side,
Looking into their gaze she knew, that her dreams would come alive.
As the angels ascended back to heaven, their wings made fair wind blow,
And as they rose through heavens gate, a man began to show.
A gaze upon this man she had, and how it made her fly,
For the closer he came this man of hers, as she began to cry.
Are you he who has come to me in my greatest time of need?
Shall you comfort me, and hold me close, and love me as was forseen?
Fair maiden yes, I am he who has come to love you true
No more worries, or tears of pain from those who brought to you.
As she stood before this man, a shock came to her in size,
His wings caressed her body full, together trapped in time.
I am here to hold you now, never to let you go,
I desire nothing more than for our eternal love to grow.
She placed her head along his chest, letting her sorrows fly,
She had her dream with her now, standing at her side
He lifted her eyes to meet his gaze releasing all her sin,
As he brought his lips to hers, she knew he let her in.
This tale has meaning, you know it to be true,
This tale was written for no ones heart but me and finally you.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM UTC
In prisms of crystal
I have devoted my time etched in
heartbeats to the coldness of
untouchable
The cut of this rose-stain left
me inked in the twilight stages
of immortal as I glimpsed
at the poetry that is you
I wonder..
Each journeys gamble has led
this wanderer closer to heaven
as you are wont to become my
sacrament of now
Your fingerprints to slide mine
on the curve and shadow
of eloquence undenied
bathe me in the rapture
that has been denied lifetimes...
and I quake with ravaged breath
at the forseen future of your covenant
Tell me, these pages of me are naked
waiting for your ink to spill me a story
of desire blended to the drum of
alchemy unleashed
do you now anoint me or do we taste
the moment of rapture in tomorrows kiss?
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
You are the words I speak
The pause in between
Where I linger for a while
You are the thoughts I seek
The inspiration from within
Where I submerge denial
You are my heartbeat at its peak
The blood rush through ravine
Where all is cleansed of vile
You are the irrationality I tweak
The insanity that was forseen
Where I lose myself and smile
You are the glow that leaks
The inner beauty that they all mean
Where it paints all I see mile by mile
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
I wish you had proved me wrong
Deep within my conciousness
I floated
Opening every door I came across
All of the forseen options
like chess moves
Knowing all of this, I'm too in-tune
I manifested this outcome
Without even wanting to
Thats the hidden side of being concious
You manifest what you think
I was thinking of you
Now the challenge is to grow
Untainted
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
In the forest of finding my life
Tired of my longing desires
My soul quite silenced
My Body exhausted by unmoved farness
My wind lost its spirit
Hurting my road to desired joy
Yet, Rejecting my lost travel, I am now,
Drifting away from soul pits
Silhouetting my dreams so beautiful
Birthing my unreached longings
Stretching to my forseen destiny
Now, I am in all control
Creating my beauty beyond compare
And Dreamy Daily Days!
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Sweet beautiful machine behind the woods,
chuckle with tears and carries a barren womb,
"Do you regret the Unlife?". I shouted.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
I have not seen the crows singing to the corn,
I believe in nothing, and nothing at all,
"Do you fear the sky?". I thought.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Your harmony pleases the pace of the trees,
I have forseen all of this inside of a dream,
"Are you even trying to see me?". I asked.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Spreading those legs of yours around my neck,
I kiss the cave of wonders as if were a threat,
"Is everything fine, my love?". I licked.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
You think you can't be saved
And that no one would adore you,
That if you are wretched, you cannot be divine.
But divinity is for the gods,
Oracles could not have forseen
What you would do to me.
That every word you speak
Would be a brazen network of fire in my ears,
And every breath of yours would be an arctic storm on my skin.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Dipped in mild rain
over the black pepper sky
rollers bolted with panache walk
ruffled & dusted , their style
their teethy smile with rocky cuddles
And then they collide,
bursting in to pebbles
path, once led by the rolling stones
Now dusted trails in silence of winds
they click musicals
Uncovering the destiny ,thus their story begins
marching sounds of invasion
territories new, abounds the future unknown
brazen roads up to the corner of the sea
where once , little daunting cold had grown
careful walk , delicate as it could be
they slip quietly in to the ocean
as the rest after the thunder, they had forseen
manisha
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
I wake up form my nap and look at the window
And What do I see before me
A white blanket covering the ground
Powdered sugar on My part of the Funnel cake
No school in the morning, No teacher lingo
A feeling of excitement THis was kind of forseen
I go outside and feel the air and the snow rests on my head like a crown
The impulse now is a snowman I should make
SNOW, SNOW IT"S SNOWING
LET ALL HEAR, LET ALL ENJOY
THAT IT IS SNOWING
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
I've created a time machine
How I did,
I cannot say
I blindly leave eighteen
And now,
I've aged five years
To a body that I've seen
I've regressed,
To my younger mind
I hold keys that lost their sheen
And unlock the doors,
Of a wounded soul
To stealthily tread what's been
Lying in birth,
Drenched in salted diamonds
I drink from this rusted canteen
Quenching youth,
Destroying truth
I move about in this scene
Like a dream,
It's my own visage
Of a world that's become gangrene
Where I operate,
And remove the infected limb
I've created a time machine,
How I did,
I cannot say
But I know that this was forseen
By my thoughts,
In a ship above the sea
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
He's changing daylight,
Influencing eating,
Sleeping,
Breathing,
Turning off the lights,
Floating in the breeze,
Sleeping on the moon,
I can't keep my eyes,
Away from its shine,
All the while,
I'm wondering why,
At times, so unpredictably,
Yet forseen all the same,
He's silent and vague,
Drifting by,
Too fast yet too slow,
For me to even try,
To figure him out
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:11 AM UTC
Ever look back at your poetry and see
That your future was already forseen
Predicted by your inner honesty
Laid down in lines long before the actuality
Hope can be a beautiful yet natural fallacy
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
Rotation is Optional
What makes up the Dance of the Spin?
Whence to forth have came of This from?
What happened to have Spun
such a Spiral to arise
~ Entwined ~
of such likes as this kind?
From the Void of Shadows,
~ unspeakable Bliss ~
what only Knows of this depth's Abyss?
I decline,
this current paradigm
make to rumble
thus impending Rise
would grow beneath
to tremble the ground
of outgrown belief.
I weep in prayer
on bended knee
before the alter of
the quaking Core.
If not the many visions before,
mine have eyes once forseen.
Then from the Sacred Secret
it's Truths have been.
When the Wings of the Mother
are rightfully addressed,
our tears will flow
bring heave to our chest.
It is then, will we contend
of what such Powers
we provoke & offend.
Then do we enter
without Vision in Center,
the Dance of the Spin?
For surely we fall Dizzy
Heavy our State...
Flux will Flash
if not with the Flow
that throes asunder
now thrash and grow,
stronger than this
only One we all know.
With Hope we pray
for what we sow
but She is all that's left to Go...
Of what I speak I dare not Know
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
It’s Friday 30th June 2013
And I am not not at Glastonbury
The circus inside my stomach believes it
As it relives the act of the opening night
The generous performance of Prosseco
That now sing somersaults inside
It comes with not not being at Glastonbury
This weekend I’m a transient party goer
And I’m spreading the love of not not being at Glastonbury
Anyway who needs Glastonbury?
I’m here choosing my music track by track
On the way to meet my gran
Yeah, Granny Mac’s not not at Glastonbury either
So bring it on not not Glastonbury
Not not being at Glastonbury proves expense
Almost like Glastonbury itself would be
And now without phone
Not not being at Glastonbury develops realistically
‘Nother day and not not being at Glastonbury took me home
With old friends drinking aplenty
And more
Not to brag but I even jogged at Not not Glastonbury
Through fields and through the city
Undoing the damage done whilst not not being at Glastonbury
Tonight not not being at Glastonbury
Will peak when we get involved culturally
Shakespearean act performed in his Globe
You don’t get that at Glastonbury
But we’ll hold a drink through
Making the most of not not being at Glastonbury
By tomorrow my insides will feel like they’ve consumed Glastonbury
But here’s hoping we’re still able to get our art hit
Endurance is part of the test of not not being at Glastonbury
First thing in the morning and we’re counting the pennies
Because we’re not not at Glastonbury
So it’s never a bad time to buy *****
We’ve a young Argentinian as extra company
One of so many friends made at not not Glastonbury
Intent was succeeded with a turn of events never forseen
It went wonderfully wild whilst not not being at Glastonbury
Post play and pop with pa
Whilst wondering further afar
Party greets on a reclaimed beach
A gift given not by Glastonbury
So right now the Thames is actually the best place to be
Due partly to the unpredictability
For you know good times and good people come with Glastonbury
But the friends and offerings not not at Glastonbury this year
Have shown a surprising shared love for not not being at Glastonbury
Even if the comedown tries to equal the fun
It would be worth it this time, not not being at Glastonbury
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
*One, the friends you shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a caged bird will die when set free.
Four, you are the hunted, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen your deceit; belay your tricks.
Seven, a cursed soul shan't return to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if God is the Devil himself, who do you worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of your damnation.*
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
Gods beauty is protruding
Where heaven is a natures fest
Beauty is the quest venture
To follow the path, danger is forseen
Your heart may lead you to believe
That easiness is the best
In the long run it is intrigue
That leads your heart to rest
For truth is acknowledged when you conquer distress
Satisfaction of peace will lay your heart to rest.
¤₩KR¤
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Last night, I told an old fir tree of you. The violet-blue of the night sky mocked me as I spilled my heart onto the dewy ground. I was met only with the lazy crickets’ chirp as I concluded my confession with ferocity. I couldn’t have expected them to understand. Sometimes, to me your palms look unfamiliar, something I have always feared but reluctantly forseen. I’m not one for superstition but I’ve smashed enough mirrors and spilled enough salt to know the consequences all too well. I spend each moment telling anyone that will listen about the imprint you’ve left on everything I’ll ever feel again. Not even my skin could breathe without you. And while it seems I’ve made you out to be a noose around my neck, none could ever say I spoke poorly of you.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Chaos,
grandness around us, within us
our pasts and our fates,
the heads and the tails you bring us,
nothingness,
mistress, our all that is free and forbidden
forgiven, forsaken, forseen and forsworn;
Our endlessness,
countless infinities that you defy
our unbreaking circle of charities your grace is defined by;
our mother, our barrens of space who is bearing existence;
our eminence,
baroness, dancing the torments of pregnance
our sorceress, chanting the songs of emergence;
our senses and souls,
your spawn, your kin, your death and your sins
our servant, your serfs
kneeled down and bowed over
your lust that is shameless, yearned for and proud,
raised up and all that is tall afly
your will that is mindful, yearning, forgiving;
our Godesses, our locks and our keys,
around us, within us, the now and the here,
listening through the ears of machine elves
our absolution from words uncertain;
speaking through colours of clockwork glyphs
our faith to bring magic into our lives;
teaching through picture puzzle pattern cellar doorways
our choice to approach whenever we wish.
You are awareness. We are mindful.
You are presence. We are eternal.
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
Maybe it's already been predetermined
That I will never be fully happy
And just bwing the rebel that i am
I fight for the contrary
Maybe it's been already decided
That I will always feel pain
And just being the person that i am
i numb myself with a sryinge of false sense of security
maybe it's been forseen
That i will never get what i want
And being the stubborn bull
i try to have, try to get what i want
But then agian
There will always be pain
There will always be the sense of not being happy
There will be always the wanting but never having
So
Maybe it's all in my head.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
How should I begin this, declaring my regret?
Cursing all the times that I had wished we never met?
Or maybe I should just proclaim my anguish and my sorrow
That I had not forseen, that we would not quite make tomorrow
And I'm sorry for the fact that I decided I could show
The parts of me I stowed away, the seeds I've allowed to grow
The parts of me unknown to most because it claims to hold
The part of my subconscious which would like to be known
I hate it how I used you, when I didn't ******* mean to
And I hate the way I got excited to even slightly sense you
I hate the path we walk, and I hate the way we talk,
And most of all I hate myself for letting that go
I loathe the way I claim to be so happily open minded
But can't accept when I've truly ****** it
Can't accept when I've finally lost it
Hate the memories that you conjure over my face
Like the way that I act, is the bitterness that you taste
And the part that gets me most, is how I thought you could trust
But how can one bestow a faith to a monster, so ******
Im divided by the sight of my own face in the ******* mirror
I open my mouth and silently scream like I'm scared to ******* hear it
Scared of myself, so why the **** do I care?
That when I say I'm demonic, that you'd be ******* scared?
One plus one is two for you and two for me as well
So I guess I'm asking for a second chance, to be the better Hell
Everybody has potential, so don't connect the dots
I am not the one you knew before in all his tempest, lost
I am not someone you know, despite the weight I tow
The recognition of my pain, and I know you think you know
But you don't, because here I am not so long after
Proclaiming all was over like a town shred by disaster
Destruction may be caused, and distrust where I never was,
But even nature overgrows the bombs we throw, we fly, we let go
Even friendship overthrows the venom I caused...
I'm sorry... just let me try my hand
You don't need to trust me, coz I already understand
You got skeletons in a closet, and I'm a high pressure faucet,
And I'll be waiting right here because I know I can't force it...
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
Rotation is Optional
What makes up the Dance of the Spin, whence to forth have came of This from??
What happened to have Spun such a Spiral to arise,
Entwined
~ of such likes as this kind, from the Void of Shadows unspeakable Bliss, what only Knows of this depth's Abyss.
I decline, this current paradigm, make to rumble, thus impending rise would grow beneath to tremble
the ground, of outgrown belief.
I weep in prayer...on bended knee...before the alter of the quaking Core.
If not the many visions before, mine have eyes once forseen, then from the Sacred Secret, it's Truths have been.
When the Wings of the Mother are rightfully addressed, our tears will flow, bring heave to our chest .
It is then will we contend, of what such Powers we provoke & offend.
Then do we enter without Vision in Center, the Dance of the Spin
For surely we fall Dizzy, Heavy our State....Flux will Flash if not with the Flow, that throes asunder now thrash and grow, stronger than this only One we all know, With Hope we pray for what we sow...but She is all that's left to Go...
Of what I speak I dare not Know
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
One, the cater-cousins thee shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a cag'd bird shall kicketh the bucket at which hour setteth free.
Four, thou art the did hunt, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen thy deceit; belay thy tricks.
Seven, a curs'd soul shan't returneth to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if 't be true god is the Flibbertigibbet himself, who is't doth thee worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of thy damnation.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
Desire to see
How you'd be
Makin my world flee
Dont know how to feel
Cuz lovin u is my need
That i cant stop but feed
Eyes turning with speed
Whenever u proceed
Yet your always accompanied
Afflicting to admit but envied
Makin my heart bleed
For they may mislead
For i am pitied
If only youd forseen
Decree as my queen
By all means an equisite scene
Not a soul step intervene
Abundant love since sixteen
Take you to cuisine
For all is unseen
Have all ur questions
I'd answer with combustion
You may ask am i the right one?
Different from everyone?
Worthy or is there no one?
But this aint done
So listen
You maybe be taken
But i have ur heart won
Give you all for love you more than all
Haunting yet sacrifice my self
in any circumstances given
Always and forever there for u for certain
Stand out as there mistakin
They dare forsaken
Have audacity to Heartbreakin my queen
be ****** heartachein
My undertakin bringin them shakin
Cuz none will stop my wrath for godsakin
I am thier nightmare satan
Deeply awakin like a hawk
I am not all talk
But at least not like them to stalk
Have u in a shock cuz i am destined to rock
Have ur love lock full of stock that none can knock
Dont care if i am mocked
Waiting for all ticks on clock
No need if you let me have u spoken
Take all my action
Never be forgotten
For ill give all my attention
Be your best decision
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xuCXbqTW5aY
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
Transparency... yes, no, maybe
Like an open book
Yes, that's me!
Love me or hate me
wish everyone would just say what they mean
Hard to keep faith, when the truth can't be forseen
From now on I'm going to say it like it is,
Or not say it at all, "It is what it is?!"
Only say if it will help??
Otherwise, it's not good for your health
by health I mean sanity
There is such a thing as brutal honesty
Sometimes the truth hurts but lies can consume you
Your heart, your mind, your soul
Stay honest to yourself and your heart will be full
you will not feel as if things are out of control
Sometimes the consequences can't be seen
But it's hard when you really want to say something
and holding it in doesn't feel right
Sometimes it's simply not worth the fight
Perception, it's a funny thing
some say honest, some say mean
I say be true to your heart and the rest will fall into place
Sometimes it's the "long game", slow down, it's not a race
Kristy Robertson
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:21 AM UTC