"humanistic" poems
Time: 7:30 pm
Temp.: 68F
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overlooking the runways,
festooned by
accidental heavenly whimsy,
or humanistic whimsical inten-sity,
all the the planes and trucks are flashing
electrifying speckles, of eclectically synced
red and green
it is not my holiday,
but no matter,
like every New Yorker this day,
I am happily celebrating its
double U,
unique, unusual
"record breaking warmth"
yes, the Fahrenheit is outtasight, and by the dawn of
early eve~night,
the Centigrade is spiraling in reverse retrograde,
as the temp eases on down, just below seventy degrees,
on this dewinterized twenty fourth day of
December, two nought and fifteen
traffic is light, the terminal, an unbusy, slim shadow of itself,
the maddening crowds gone, now all are among
the dearly departed and either/or, the newly arrived
so composition of the observational, brings cheer and smiles to my faith,
(I mean my face),
the crowning quietude of clear skies, the absence of street smart
city bustle and hustle,
the languid atmosphere at the gates,
(where seldom is heard an encouraging word)#
makes me reconsider the true meaning of
the au courant phraseology of this day
"record breaking warmth"
for there is indeed
a calm invisible warmth suffusing all tonite,
chests glowing from fireplaces within,
contentment chamber containers in both hearth and heart,
and I am thinking
miracle,
about all the human warmth
on this celebrated evening,
holy night
indeed,
it is breaking records of
recorded human fusion,
the united commonality of millions warming
his and her stories world-over,
that your personal poet is
warming to record
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
This little man that I know with money in his sockets and routine in his pockets has self proclaimed that he is a tight *** When I envision a *** such as this, I imagine a bundle -- of securely aggregated, perfectly sharpened number two pencils. The businessman just shy of adulthood and too tired to remember –even the beginning of his of disclosure, denied his struggle to acclimate a multifarious lifestyle, appropriately suggested in the form of a triangle, and a circle, both of which embody polar opposing adaptations of humanistic routine.
The two shapes: The circle, denies the break in motion by imposing a constant cycle of diligent compression, there is no room for pause only steady flow and relentless drive. This influence of life impression slows down the heart, body, and soul while speeding up time. This particular commitment accommodates the dry colorless beings that embrace and accept boxed imprisonment.
Traditionally, the triangle denotes rhythmic patterns that elevate and drop to a point in which imposes a healthy reflective pause: progression, reflection, balance. As stated, as a provincial approach, a regular triangle flat on its base, peaking at the top represents a healthy, solid life routine. In contrast, the triangle can be flipped upside-down introducing an entirely new dynamic, composed of flat-lined monotony, tapered off to a regressed realm of destruction, regret and disorder. Despite the uniqueness of the standard triangle model to the man in question, it is important to compare the negative reflection, for it applies to the entirety of this investigation.
We used to be lovers, he and I. We shared my giant pillow-top that I bought on the black market for a meager two-hundred fifty. -- A mere steal at that rate.
We occasionally exchanged ideas, mainly about ethical concerns related to globalization and the environment.
I attempted to give him a cooking lesson once, but that failed, indefinitely. The bust was not my doing, but simply, a great disinterest on his part; or better yet an inability of not being better than me at something.
Everything has gotten so crowded.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC
Living this life is unpredictable until the end;
conclusions of the statement are only made from opinionated experiences.
At the dawn of birth, there is "choice"
and "choices", are for better or worse.
There is an expression that goes,
"everything is likely fifty-fifty in choosing",
consequently believe it to be true.
Humanity exemplifies a just way of living,
in an understanding that people make
poor decisions due to the life they may
have been brought up in, however,
this life is full of petty mistakes as we know it,
some unfortunate souls are born into a dysfunctional
or broken family and others of a different situation i.e.(poverty).
This could cause unjust mannerisms
that occur in the daily lives we so often face.
These situations very freely throw more
than the average curve ball growing up.
Sadly, I ask that we feel sorrow
for the majority of individuals
with an intention that in reading this;
it would justify some clarity in my eyes through yours.
With clarity, let there be a world in heartthrob,
which could potentially change mankind towards purity.
A very specific conclusion led me to this;
When a man struggles at his own destiny
because of his nature vs. nurture,
his good along with his bad leak like a salivating sieve.
However, his “good” shows his mentality
and lust for life, yet his “bad”,
shows his incompetence relating to
a moral dignity for the greater good of living (if unfortunate).
As this revelation evolves,
humanistic mannerisms slowly slip away
in a young society and fade from
the common core values we once knew from our elders.
Surrounded by an ideological critical society,
a fear trembles for our youth has no future
in a sense for they may be too deaf
to hear their state of “consciousness”,
to the extent of being blind to see their own “actions”.
"The unknown spectator of our world;
is the light beyond the dark,"
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
If you were reincarnated as an animal
Knowing everything you do now
Would you treat humans differently than animals already do?
Or would you bite the hand that beats?
Or would you bite the mouth that eats?
Would you treat humans kindly?
That could be a bullet finding
I come across a shivering raccoon
Stuck inside a winter monsoon
It's too young to survive
I could help I surmise
Its coat can't protect its form
In my car it's nice and warm
But I don't understand the raccoon
And I fear it doesn't understand me
Though I'm not proud of it
I travelled around it
Mosquitoes want your blood to survive
The same way I want your love to arrive
There's a pestering orbit
Your teeth grind and grit
I feel the need to feed
I am overcome by greed
I want you inside me
So I insert my proboscis
And you turn into colossus
It's an animal process
When you squash us
So animals grow stingers
And poison that lingers
When we use our fingers
To smash them
And detach them
From our humanistic existence
They have a reproductive resistance
So we keep fighting
And they keep biting
Because there's no end in sight
When we see animals take flight
We define anything different as animal
This is our excuse to act tyrannical
They feel our wrath
When they're in our path
We turn them into roadkill
This world becomes a landfill
Our hollowed humanity on the shelf
We treat animals as we treat ourself
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
But I remain a believer in my ancestral religion
Whose God is wele but not the Germany world, it is a religion,
Like most of universal ancestral ones,
With appalling moral threshold,
When Elijah Masinde of dini ya Misambwa
Despised those who condemned man as notoriously religious
He meant human religious approach to life is absolute in nature
However diverse religions compete for human ears
Rich ones glorified in the luring away of modal ears
But all are devoid of spiritual impetus
Disappointing the progenitors of religious imperialism
These short-cutters in matters of sanctimony
Will not come to our heaven
They will get me sharing a cup of tea
With my sister- in-law; Mary, the mother of Jesus
And I will shun them, I will not know them
I will not invite them to a heavenly cup of tea
They will be suffocated by cadaverous appetite,
For we honor our religion with ancestral regard;
The Faith of Our Ancestors
But in ridicule they call us kaffirs, pagans, christo-pagans,
Animists, atheists, gentiles, non-believers, mediumists,
Rebellious rebels or whatsoever they call us;
The anti-muhamedan-mis-christologists,
Let them delude themselves,
If they disparage us with sick contumely
Abreast the dumbfounding development in sciences
Plus so fortuitous humanistic awareness,
Humanity in Religion has to adjust optimally
Religious masters have to help
Interpret the religious Books, bible, gita, quran
All Written or verbalistically in the glory of epical orality
In tandem with the best centered
Life extant,
Otherwise selfish religions becomes an old wine bag
With its old and stale wine,
You will persuade Russian carousers to drink
But to your chagrin, none will condone, your stale wine
Do not seek to sell your faith
Because every human community
Has an ancestral faith
Respect them all for that is gods in their accolade of
Omonipresecence,
Any man or woman without religion is dangerous
But do not advantagize yourselves
At the expense of people of other faiths
It is good you reciprocated
Planet earth is our only sure and known abode
If we lived well here, and there is another world
For those who will be good, we hope the conclave of Gods
Would all sit in judgment for their credit
And reward those who helped humble humanity
Of their religions as well as those of other religions
As for all the Gods love humanists.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
xxxooo
of a ritual so
humanistic
based on theories
unrealistic
the cause and effect
should not retain
it's simple logic...
...yet the formula
remains the same:
xxxooo
(starlight in a can
windmill blades
carved by hand)
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
They've sold their souls in the midst of humility
and super-pervaded occult, they've sacrificed
people just to get that fancy car, and that
mansion like paradise, and all that glamors on the
face of multi-universe, they are living in the era of
self-aggrandizement, and more doubtfully
contemplate christianity, they moved a step
further to promote atheism, the concept of
humanistic thought have been overthrown, and
decisions made under the philosophy of
postmodernity, depictions of reality are mystical
and emanate from the dark prisms, their
conception of glorification is different from the
society's, therefore I'm hateful and watching as
the world slowly chokes itself to death.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
Some time you feel as if you're lost in space
Where you can not feel your weight or control your pace
Strong emotion rushes through you...a fervor of a certain state
For once you believe in something...deforming it, is your fate
For u dissect the rules to make them your own regulations
And u manipulate the semantics of the words to empty your frustration
A man is not put in cages...unless he himself have carved and built the bars
One can not leave an impact on you...unless you admit the scars
I think; therefor i am...they say...everybody thinks...but not everybody is
I write this note in a dark unworthy mind a poem of great amiss
I do not say this with a heavy heart...but my image is quite clear
Being scared of something is impossible...unless we emancipate the fear
But if impossible is possible...than everything is potentially right
And i would never argue with you on this point for i don't know how to hold up a fight
Stop whatever we are doing for we are digging our own graves of regret
Repent on your sins weather you believe in God or in humanistic respect
A poem of thoughts, feelings, and grand reflection
For if you don't have empathy you have affection
You love your self and we love you gone...we sure do
With all your suites,fake propaganda and formalities, ow how i wish the sky above us was blue
It is blue in color, but not blue in mind
It is true inside; but truth is hard to find
BELIEVE THAT THE SKY IS REAL? BELIEFS ARE LEFT BEHIND...
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
*deep sigh
A tear falls from his eye
"Good bye"
Until next time.
Where there's no time.
And yet all time, time to stand up!!!
And believe!
Then with this, you will receive
All the tools to achieve
Your Holymasterpeace
Your hold is Dastardly
The boldest pastor speaks,
Forth from-with-which we dabble in
Spirits blasphemous
Capture this...
Rapture the aperture
My God is a carpenter
Building a kingdom here
Inside of this atmosphere
Clearly you too are here.
Heard
& really revered
Didn't revert to the curse
Sneered on his belly from in the dirt
Your heel,
shut him up.
So Father fill me up!
So I can "go..."
I'm
Omw
I'm just moving slow...
And so the story goes
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
You're still the first name I think of when I scan my thoughts scouring for a thought; when I need a thought to drift myself to sleep to
I want to view you as innocence and I did for a long time and I tried to take your reticence as a sign of neutrality, not belligerence or a sense of mocking
How silly was I, to assume that 5 whole months that you refrained from the topic of me was neutral
That you were just moving on, but not on purpose
But oh my, you've become more belligerent than I ever expected a little girl with a shrunken ego to be and my, I didn't think you could say those things about me. But you did.
But, entropy is apt to only consume us; yet, the scatteredness of our atoms cannot explain why you chose to tell me that I am not right in life
You've defended yourself by projecting yourself onto me and my making me the scapegoat so you can pick up some girl that you don't have to ***** to ****
And I guess that humanists and I are wrong because well
People ******* ****
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Theres a circle cycle of sides to the self of me
Standing in the middle surveying my surroundings
Noting each application and the consequences that apply
Maybe I'm simply a hedonist
Weighting for worn out pleasure centers to take a flame
Or an optimistic pessimist
Citing my self for the blame
My humanistic approach has lost appeal
Defying my superego
And hierarchy of needs reel
Stuck in Erickson stages
A psychodynamic underground war rages
There's a linear graph
Self sided to me
Maybe I'm projecting all my insecurities
And taking my abnormalities
Out on maladaptive poetry
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Is it these petty imperfections that make us whole?
See forth the future, at which the past is unrecognized.
Steer clear of troubles and regrets and know you can only be humanistic.
A withered heart deals great with a deserving smile.
Take pride in yourself my friends for we have come too far not to.
Do not fill voids with downfalls and accusations, we were made whole for some reason worth searching for.
Now go find it.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
The crisis around the world shows
The most humanistic qualities we pose
The desensitization and ruins of peoples' innocence
We douse our money, power, and glory in the hands
Of a cold metal pistol, that barrels out to strike you down
The cool air whispers out the truth when you've taken your last breath
Knowing there is something more after death
You release yourself from this radioactive cage
You realize how close death hits home, and threatens
To break your fragile arteries
It's not the idea but the principal of humanism
We call ourselves human, more powerful
Above Nature's canvas and her life
We dwell in a place where we think we make the most out of things
Before Time decides where you shall lay
We are weak and powerful
We decide when it is right to fight
But when the casualties are written on one's arm
We decide to leave the world
A bloodier mess
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
You call it a violin or a fiddle
Depending on how you play it
The same way life is a riddle
Depending on how you say it
Life can get raw in the middle
Depending on how you filet it
You can dawdle and piddle
Or be somewhat fallacious
But your time could run out
Running a frivolous route
And you can't look back and wish to have more
When you don't know what to be wishing for
There's a vexing question
That needs inspection
It's an intervention
Of introspection
It's a question colossal
Not learned by the fossils
That could cause a heart attack
If there is courage you lack
The question is simple
What will you do when there are no answers?
I feel like a *******
In a room full of dancers
Because they hear the question and ignore it
I hear the question and continually mourn it
I am growing clockwise
To the clock's lies
Telling me I have time
Which should be a crime
So when the judge asks me the question
I plead the fifth
Because my actions upon further reflection
Are crimes I admit
The world
I've searched this
And found
No purpose
Only change
To rearrange
The elements
Of this settlement
Like the flames
In my brain
That are never quite the same
Yet are always a runaway train
I could say God's name in vain
Or look for someone to blame
But when my humanistic duty beckoned
I said I couldn't be bothered that second
Yet now I frantically fret
For I'm filled with regret
I should've seen that coming
When I was mind numbing
But I'll learn it was too late
When I'm dying
I'll learn that this is the fate
I was buying
All just because of a simple question
It takes a lifetime to learn the lesson
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Bestill
one word
used as a charm
When you get oh so humanistic-
and panicked-
and-
can't-
breathe-
Through the smog of your angststaranxietystarconcernstardespairstardismaystardoubtstardreadstarhorrorstarjittersstarpanicstarscarestarsuspicionstarterrorstaruneasestaruneasinessstarworrystarabhorrencestaragitationstaraversionstarawestarconsternationstarcowardicestarcreepsstardiscomposurestardisquietudestardistressstarfaintheartednessstarforebodingstarfrightstarfunkstarmisgivingstarnightmarestarphobiastarpresentimentstarqualmstarreverencestarrevulsionstartimiditystartremblingstartremorstartrepidationstarbête noirestarchickenheartednessstarcold feetstarcold sweatstarrecreancy
Bestill
and breathe
and don't spare
a second thought
to the past
You are Heaven-sent
Dont. You. Dare. Forget.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
You feel so lonely,
the shadows overtake you,
things never feel the same,
if only.
You don't feel accepted,
you've held on fairly well,
to your credit,
but endurance can only go so far.
You're at wit's end,
the end of your rope,
frayed and broken,
but don't let go.
Letting go seems easy,
no more suffering,
no more sighs,
echoing through your soul.
Your body is wracked with sobs,
shaken,
but you can't give in,
don't pull the pin.
Do NOT give in,
don't let it **** you in,
the tidal wave,
the thunderstorm in your head.
If you pull that trigger,
you might as well do me too,
the pain you'll cause is greater by far,
than the hand you've been dealt.
Don't give in to what is easy,
do not give into the pain,
but don't drown it out either,
life isn't a game.
No matter the hardship,
no matter the trial,
day by day,
morning by morning,
how great will be your reward,
be it a culmination of humanistic ideals,
or a loving father's arms.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Glorious mind, speak to me,
Offer only the darkest desires
Haunting motives
Raunchy passions
Awful prayers
And murkful ideas.
Allow me not be certain
Of where to locate
Pure ideas and thoughts
We all dream of.
Stifle security
***** out our peace of mind
Refuse entrance to water,
Make room for blood.
As we further this
Humanistic inquiry
Into ourselves.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
I have these spells of tiredness
I feel I just would rather not exist
Don't jump to the conclusion of suicide
That is a humanistic depression ride
I mean I just want to float away
As if I was a particle of dust astray
Float to a existance of peace, you see
where no one tells their problems to me
I am mostly a caring one
Yet, I too am human
I need to have fun!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is how I started my day
I was under cloudy skies
Even though I knew I had promised my friends
At the nursing home I would be there to play
I dug myself out on my way
For the promises I make are meant to stay
I was driving to my mission, when
I realized tomorrow is Valentines Day
So I stopped at the store to get candy
To be cupids love display :~)
When I showed up at the nursing home
I started to share candy with my friends
It was as though my tiredness had come to an end
Listening to their complaints
Didn't seem to be so sad
It was as if the rain above
Had turned into a rainbow
Life was not so bad!!!!
When they looked in my eyes
As they complained, you see,
I could feel gratification
And their love for me
I came to a realization
That being the one
To tell your troubles too
"Is as good for me as it is for you"
So next time it rains
I won't complain
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
i treat all my physical pains, notably
the sponge of an ***** hidden
inside my cranium like a
testament of hellish arithmetic -
that's the easiest way of transcending
the pain... treat it like an arithmetic
sequence, that not even a genius could
work out... but of course learn some
humanistic deviation from the pain
with de Sade - the charcoal
rubbing of sadism against
placebo most people crumble under...
ponces and puny caricatures of humanity:
but that's how i see pain,
an unsolvable arithmetic sequence...
and sure, they can laugh...
but you're the last one
laughing... which means you're basically
the last / only person laughing.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
the fear beats
concrete pillows and
cold alleyways
though
as white lines go by
I wish that they
would continue
interrupted but
focused enough to
lead me there
inferior, but
motivated regardless
such is such
and life is life
lead me to pillows fluffed
in understanding, a bed fit for
a delusional king,
grounded in the caress
of intrigue, with the
spirit of the dreamer
dangling up overhead
take me to where I
can dare to indulge in
the freedom of waking
with the sun, the right
and reason to chase it
to its ends, the need to
be where it finds its
refuge in the dark,
the moon resonating
slight, slipping memory
of since passed splendor
allow me to love,
whatever that means
paper thin walls,
foolish dreams, countless
meaningless things
that bring meaning
to those things
countable and concrete
and in no discreet way
I long for life
for despair
for humanistic helplessness
subject to all things beautiful
and eternal
the fear is in fact the pillow,
the comfort, the shelter
the reminder-
and yet the distraction
*one must, one must
turn gold to dust*
take the place of
random space,
and fill it with the
tarnished grace
the flaws, the tragedy
the confusing beauty
of it all
I want it to disappear
into my heart
mind
and soul
stardust and delusions,
my being
my mystery
that is what all
is and must be
and I will see this through
I will be consumed
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Life is complex, she said to me
A statement unfortunately true,
Reiterating the fact, real happiness
Has become a fleeting virtue.
The single most excruciating task
Of anyone to ever, have to ask-
Is to live this life, so full of pain
As the human race, itselve's disdain
Yet, its as effortless as drawing breath
The simplicity of air
Our automatic processes
That which contagiously, we share:
Laughter, Heartache, Hatred, Hope-
the humanistic ways to cope.
Despite that complexities insue,
You know strength, to let faith renue
Bestow some courage, place belief
In all that initially brings you grief
Every morning, a new dawn's shining-
& every cloud, has it's silver lining.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:56 AM UTC
Our world is hell
We cannot deny
Disease lives amongst us
It thrives within each soul
Popping up with just a sigh
Once upon a time
Our world was much more calm
Our air was clean
Not infiltrated with so much pollution
Our wonderous knowledge
Told us we had to strive
Make it better!
Now look what we have done
Disease popping up
All over this nation
Fibromyalgia metabolic disorders
Cancer of many kinds
Cardiovascular disease
Diabetes, digestive disorders
Liver disease
The importance of nourishing the brain
Anthrax
Diet and recovery seem an impossibility
Osteoporsis
Dem bones: Do high protein diets cause bone loss
This could drive one insane
What is the cost
Insanity some find to be
The gravy train
Human knowledge may have turned
This world into hell
Pray death will bring
A clean slate
To this humanistic spell
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
a little man and a little me
holding hands, admiring trees
smoking bud and making love
together, time is never enough
but we don't look at the future
instead we gaze at one another
a spiritual connection in a very human world
if only we weren't bound by humanistic words
to describe what we feel; language is never enough
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
In a clear cosmetic inclination
Of my vast amount of limited intelligence
I resolve what's known to sever the connection to oneness
With my passive excessive alarming calmness
I hide my humanistic conflicts in an unconscious state
In the compression of unreleased hostilities
I combat my unreserved civilities
In a melting *** of unreasonable measures
I find sensibility has lost its pleasure...
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Family is what we all dream to be
We may not want to admit it is actuality
Truth be known
All humans instill
A faithful knowledge
Our true Father lives above
Portraying nonjudgemental love
Some humans refuse this truth forever
Or for so long
Humans we insist we are so independently strong
We must constantly question life
We even tell others of their wrongs
We are so hard headed
"You see He must have a plan for ME"
It may be Our Fathers plan
For this humanistic madness
To never end
He is teaching us lessons
They may never come to a rest
Because we humans aren't the best
We keep slammin each other into the walls
When all we have to do is
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
Give Him
Our
Faith
And
Peace
May
Come
To
Us
All
I'm just believing
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC