"idolization" poems
A spark lit up a thousand skies
And the world stopped in its tracks to watch by
It sprang up and leaped to freedom
A king was born and with it a kingdom
Some hopes were born and some dreams came true
And some pureness crafted to fill the ethereal soul that brew
An idolization of an impeccable being
Was moulded with the best of abilities one could see
A utopia was created for her to dwell
And for her victory came out of its shell
Life greeted her with high spirits and charm
And discovering insight, in a vista she ran
But little did she know that the bitter truth would come to light
The dark times would lurk around and everything fade away from her sight
She was thrown around
And her soul fragmented when a stranger was crowned
Some blood was smeared and life hated upon
When defeat was tasted and a loss great inflicted upon
Some comrades dearest to her left
But innocent was she to realize that in her heart they did rest
She was trampled upon
And with abomination with life was created a deep, strong bond
And with a vengeance she came back
To make life repent for the defeat she had
But soon she realized it was not life's fault
But it was the hardwork that had proved short in her vault
She worked hard and victory she did see
She matured into the impeccable being one had seen
In determination and perseverance she now believes
And now finally the waters of her mind lay at peace
That girl is now so lively
Isn't it you who i am referring to Vahini?
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
don't tell me idolization isn't dangerous
you see,
i haven't worn red lipstick since i found out you didn't like it
and now i don't know if i like it or not
i can't tell if my favorite show is my favorite show because you,
sir,
liked it first.
parts of me are parts of you and i wonder who i'd be if i took you out
but i don't
remember
how to do it
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
The idolization of an individual
Is a form of dehumanization
It places an insurmountable pressure
To live up to an expectation
And disregards the downfalls and limitations
That make us all human
So anything but perfection is not permitted
The static perception of an individual
In itself
Is a form of dehumanization
As time moves along and changes
So do humans
We evolve and grow
But to place the identity
Of who someone was
Ten years ago
One year ago
Six months ago
Onto the current version of who you see
Is a form of dehumanization
To not acknowledge the change
And to stay static in your perception
Is a disservice
Not only to the other
But to yourself as well
Because your perception of others
Is a mirror for one’s inner judgement
Of the self
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
Application of misinformation
Falsify a failed nation,
Eradication of all creation
Misinterpretation
Of representation
Deny the station
Granted by occupation
And the inhalation
Of justification
No prerequisite information
Just accumulation
No moderation,
Their determination
Through stimulation
Cultural ************
Communal degradation
Societal desecration,
Dehumanizing revocation,
Worldly humiliation,
Mortal sterilization
Never achieving mobilization
Lack of communication
Excelling in vile persuasion,
Proponents of procreation
Birthing digitization,
Destroy civilization,
Indications of adoration
Isolation in delineation,
Irrational indexation,
Fluctuating indignation,
No innovation,
Divination
Retaliation,
Immolation,
False ovation,
Lacking limitations,
Contextual intonation,
Divine fabrication,
Private publication,
Evolving fornication,
Give me extermination,
Notwithstanding annexation
Of dismaying oxidation,
Of valued perpetuation,
Global mass-castration,
Redundant rhetoric, dictation,
A donation, a dilation, a fixation,
An annotation of fibrillation,
We are personification
Of Contamination
Through globalization
Praising idolization
And finalization
Through **********
No pragmatic exoneration,
In all frustration
We see not utilization
Nor stabilization,
Fearful implications
Of wayward stations,
Surplus mutilations,
Seeking militarization
Of worthless nations,
No conservation,
Just excavation
Of the population
******** on education,
Spitting on graduation,
No validation of aspiration,
Indoctrination of baptization
Mitigating litigation,
murdering habitation,
Quelling all vegetation
We will end in radiation
Through faulty navigation,
Abdication and abnegation,
All worldly agitation
Leads us to expiration,
Self-made annihilation.
There was never an end in sight,
We’re lost, and hope is a lie.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
******* ***** I'm dreaming,
of you and another man reaming,
well you are a succubus and a demon,
And I'll tell you right now, its my emotions that you are feeding,
on and on I go tears streaming,
waking up cold sweat beating,
the brows of my forehead and my teeth bleating,
Clashing, gnashing, outside is scary but within it is bleeding,
knife wounds to the gut, butterflies screaming,
I can't even sleep now, covered in my own *****
Hating you, blaming you, dreading the upcoming meeting,
Can't escape it, can't fight it, it is your body I'm needing,
Your soul that still makes me feel like givin',
Up and dyin' here in this bed of my own decievin',
Girl, I'll tell you its our fault I'm leavin,
Dead and unheeded,
Depressed and beaten,
down by the secrets of me you were keeping,
But now it is over and still on my sub-conscious you are eating,
So every time I wake up, half-dead and decreasing,
I still find you, And I find myself singin',
But you deserve no more songs no more revelin,
Not from me, no, you'll find happiness everlastin',
And I know this I can see it, I am dreaming,
And his **** is bigger and its aching,
The torture, the **** the forlorn breeding,
Modern society or mental instability,
I dont know babe, Im ******* crazy,
Lazy but forcefully preceding,
When I tell you I'm flawed and dominating,
You laugh at me, hardly even breathing,
and I cant help but still be believin'
My love, my idolization, it is sickening,
and as the subject, my former accomplice, partner in crime, your sins to are quickening,
You made one mistake and that was never falling,
Ever out of yourself and now your life you'll be living,
Yet that mistake was not yours, nor any others my darlin',
I was simply not the man, a scared abused child buyin',
More hopes and lies to fight the pain of hatin',
Yourself every day wakin',
Up thinkin', without her I'm wasting,
Too much fear, too much pressure, babe you cant even be feelin',
You just gotta sit there and get ******* no performance, no mind rushing,
a thousand miles and still good for nothing,
Failure again, forevermore, the one person you can live without now ignorin',
You, 'Sexually incompatible', and all the gravy,
Still I kept coming of the dream, of the real one, of you and me feeling,
A love greater than love, obsession and needing,
Just one more look, one more hug, one more day of existing,
But now, buttercup, its just me up alone at night, fighting
The memories of you, and, for what its worth,
I'm losing.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
I find myself wondering
about young men today
why don't they open doors
for their women?
What happened to chivalry?
Please don't start screaming
about women "burning their bras"
because there's more to it than that
What happened to the generation
of fathers that taught their sons
about respecting ladies
and protecting them?
now it seems most of the
younger male generation
use girls for ****** gratification
and personal idolization
I have granddaughters
they have been taught well
they will not degrade themselves
for some pimple faced ****
with a bad attitude
come on down to Maw Maws house
I'll give a lesson or two about manners
yup me, my sweet tea and my trusty 347
bring it on *******
this old lady ain't no frump
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
In this world there is content,
Not peace resulting from ignorance,
But from of a constant epiphany,
A continuous period of bliss.
With No presumptions towards secrecy,
And the Creation of lies, forgotten.
A world with no language,
No value given to specific vibrations,
But, value of conceptual understandings,
Portraying only pure… hmm what’s the word??
Idea, thought, concept, want, need, feeling, mood, attitude, intention
Alas, the flaw of words.
A world with no idolization,
Presence of worship missing,
Useless notions of transcendence
And false beliefs of punishment, lost,
Without fabrication through
Generations of distortion,
And lack of interest towards justifying mysteries,
But only understanding.
A world with no usury,
No additional value given,
To luminescent objects which capture attention,
And marvel towards possessions of large stature,
But, in a world of such nothings,
What is?
A world of simplicity,
A pursuit of self awareness and want of betterment,
Without intentions of grandeur,
Want of greater good, without hostilities.
Thinkers, always in pursuit of truth.
In this world there is content,
There is not war,
There is no religion,
There is no frail mind,
There is no necessity of grandeur.
There is no truth or lie, just understanding,
In this world there are no humans.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
A message to the past and the future
not for the faint of heart, crass.
A lonely whisky bottle made for rapture
now floating towards capture
enraptured for the cycle of life.
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
We idolize with holy reverence what a reference,
follow around with perseverance and benevolence.
I got a secret for you that might kick up some dirt,
But, hush, don’t get too constipated *** this might hurt,
Listen, here is the deal:
Head towards your following,
amass your biblical seal,
but you’ll get knocked down with zeal,
and you’ll feel the loving embrace of fear!
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
feel as if everything in life is irrelevant;
moving in slow motion;
black and white motion picture;
no sound, light, color;
static through a fog veiled morning;
eyes clashing open, mind pulsating, body oblivious;
so elevated, untroubled, senseless;
wait.....
tortured agony, squealing shrieks;
"HELP ME!" "GIVE ME MORE!"
airborne for a moment in time;
cascading down into a crevice;
veins of ice, hatred, need;
addicted star-crossed lovers love no more;
idolization for merely the poison alone;
innopportune destruction;
mind, body, soul, life;
clasped by the spite dependence of cannabis;
needles, blood, fire;
consumed
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC
World will end this new year, like so many before it,
With people trying to better themselves in meager ways,
So they can achieve them. That’s no way to go about resolution.
Thinking that the whole world will be washed and turn over
A new leaf, the world will be the same place, and by your
Viewpoint of this, that could be good or a horrible thing.
“Looking” at things with every sense is the only way to grasp.
The world will still have war, death, disease, violence, hat…
The world will also still have peace, life, health, helping, love….
The world won’t be this shiny new place, but for those that
Achieve miraculous goals, whether resolutions, or out of the
Moment. Then those are the shiny bits of history for us.
They’re only heroes if they deny that they are heroes.
The world will end with people conflicted with themselves
And others. But hopefully content with that conflictedness.
Don’t idolize others and try to become them, create your
Own idolization, not self-centeredness. Create your own view.
Create your own culture and society. Create yourself.
Do what you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt yourself or others.
You’re you for the rest of your life, so you might want to…
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
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Puffing at anxiety filtered liability.
Suffering from plausible deniability.
The sickness comes in slowed,
But acknowledges a debt still owed.
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Places to go, people to see,
Problems to know, expectations to be…
It all seems unnerving in its unraveled state,
The meaningless nature of this loaded plate…
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Idolizing the thought of idolization...
Do lofty failings offer any dispensation?
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
Fight because you have to
Sweat and bleed for the right to be proud
Ignore the colours of temptation and lust
Sleep wearily upon many a sleepless night
Remember the joy as well as the pain
Appreciate the caress of winds both warm and frigid
Treat your friends
Call the family that misses you, distant and busy
Retain the right to cry again
Summon the confidence to talk to the people you care for
Use that strength to address those you do not
Date around, not every person has to be the one
Use the past to better understand yourself, it is a guide, not a rule
Never hide your heart even when it hurts most
Private life is best suited for just that
Appreciate your partner without the idolization of ghosts
Sing with the windows down, passionately and without shame
Love the life you live, live the life you love
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Out across an open sky,
There a chasm could be spied,
Its truths and meaning it belied,
A beautiful place for me to die.
I went abreast my own spirit,
Deep down the gorge, a fire lit,
It warmed me in the darkened pit,
It there calmed my hellish fit,
It seems to now have come and pass,
The world I knew has turned to glass,
Fracturing now, violent and fast,
And in this crevice I must now last.
Appearing also not like before,
As if kept secret in some moldy lore,
That where we were in years of yore,
We lost all hope, what we’re meant for.
No rain has reached me, no condensation,
No emotion either, no commiseration,
I can’t see further, down on obliteration,
I freely remain in abnegation.
I would still not hear compliment,
I still am unable in sentiment,
Thus far, existing in my resent,
I have reached paradise, regret, repent.
Objectivity in vile domain,
I must again from life refrain,
Where one does dare themselves ordain,
In loneliness, we seek only pain.
Seeing clearly to some extent,
I leave this world in hateful neglect,
I wouldn’t have chosen to be subject
To a world where we fail and deem it correct.
I am not unlike any other,
An abject son, a broken brother,
I can’t exist with “one another,”
I lay waste to land, destroy “each other,”
Lackluster faith and false idolization,
Leave what’s at stake to mass predation,
Content in squalor and mental ************
Leading to loss of all sensation.
The darkness of this pit is calming,
I find the peace ever so charming,
It acts as shelter, exists as Eden,
This garden of gloom, miserable freedom.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
how could we ever forget
the pouty boy
his idolization of himself
an irksome ploy
sulking as the giving boys
got a better reception
they were placed in the
more deserving section
the envious streak
within his being's core
so craved for their
extraordinary score
*his face was *******
by a jealous cringe
real evidence of a
pouty boy's hinge
he carried the scowling
cross into adulthood
where it festered
beneath the wood
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
it's idolization
i'll try to stop it this time
because idolatry never worked out
it's idolization
i'm trying to stop it in time
as i'm praying on my knees whispering, "how"
this is worship
this isn't friendship
i've never done it right
reverently praying
trying to make man
more than mankind
this is an attraction
this is an addiction
i'm compelled to weep
i'm a reborn convert
fanatical in that
i want the world to see
i lift my idol up
for everyone to view
but i'm a jealous follower
i hide my idol under a cape
and pull it to my chest
so i am the only worshiper
this is idolization
i'll try to stop it this time
because friendship's all i wanted
this is idolization
can't find the way to end it
and these blessings leave me haunted
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Hospitable I am
With the company I keep
They’ve settled quite well, the
Feisty little creatures --
In my mind they burrow deep
Generous I am
To the voices in my mind
Feeding them so they flourish --
Whispering persuasive hatred
With every chance they find
Gullible I am
Because I listen with open ears
Gobbling up their words in
Idolization, never questioning
Any sound that I hear
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Partially cognizant,
mindful consciousness.
Associating myself with angels
in dissociation.
Indecisive spatial recognition
of social domains.
I envied my colleagues
in representation.
The political platform on
which we are birthed,
I sit in waiting
for the chorus to quiet.
Developing crisis averting plans,
while enveloped in hurried words.
They shout in hushed tones as they stand
in all directions around me.
Sandpapery hands reach toward each other,
running over again down a nerve
that's been stinging.
My phone didn't ring all week
but I am satisfied with the relations.
Dripping back into isolation,
we ask ourselves
"Who can be satisfied with idolization?
And constant notifications of admiration."
The weight gets heavier
when we're closer together.
Grips slip in the rain,
watch for the weather.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
What is Love?
Can you see it? Is it an action?
Can you sense it? Is it a Compassion?
Could it be A warm kindness that soothes the soul's satisfaction.
Or It could even be Intensely deep feelings of affection?
Is it Adoration? And Must it be taken in moderation.
Is it just a sensation from one heart to another to Place in.
Or idolization of infatuation?
Maybe just a fragment of attachment.
Upon a moment's first glance,
does it becomes a chance for romance
that makes heart wanna flutter about and dance.
Love is a ministry
Its covers a multitude of iniquity.
Love has the ability to care unconditionally.
Love lives inside each one of us, you and Me.
For God is love and Love is God.
Love conquers all against every odd.
We are suppose to Love and serve one another.
So spread to your sister and your brother.
Love is the only way to stop hate.
Let hate evacuate
So you can allow the love Of The most high permeate.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
In 2017 the ones people idolized are shocked at their actions and can't visualize
How one man can try to colonize
All of the world and put new equator lines across borders and separate people like a MyPlate diagram
When he talks does he really think it through or does he just see a microphone and takes a deep breath before speaking from his diaphragm
Maybe mentioning him on Twitter is the better way to get a bigger following for my Instagram
I know his Twitter fingers keep running along his phones keyboard
What if he replies to me? Would that be a punishment or reward?
Our military bleeds red white and blue and I'm starting to trust their ptsd damaged brains more than his
I know Mexican friends that have ptsd from watching their mother and father get abused and bruised and used as an example to show what'll happen if the immigrants don't leave the United States
This land is your land
This land is your land
5 words I never got to hear people of color speak
I don't badmouth and jump on the bandwagon of police brutality
You'd be amazed how many caucasian cops are educated on the African American history and can answer any question related to it without being in a slump
Unlike some people who'll remain unnamed but talks enough crap to have it be relevant his name rhymes with ****
Your resident has a lot of people hesitant to show up with championship trophies and represent
The hard fought battle of a sporting season
But the day you're impeached will make rehabbing alcoholics relapse
And perhaps
That'll be looked at as a pass for a celebratory moment in our history as our country is saved from a potential catastrophic collapse
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
The mind fills empty potential with ferocious fantastic notions noting naive possibility outside of future's foreboding
But my image is quickly corroding, time's caustic nature instigating my painting's eroding and tainting the dreams I've been toting
My illusive fantasy simply couldn't be, a fairly farce future that reality couldn't see, but I pressed for it so impolitely, now it revisits me nightly
I know it's rightly dangerous thinking of things that might be but they push they're way inside me slightly slipping and sinking into my mind despite me fighting and frightfully trying to hold on tightly,
Now I permanently face the incessant resurrection of my psyche's insurrection to reality's lackluster perception of this painting's perfection
I never should have pursued this crude gesture I painted of her **** not of her body but of her thoughts, though maybe just as lewd, I expected them to be profound and without interlude but these are facts of existence the universe didn't include
I wrongly thought of her as a partner for gleaning the meaning of particles and their organized convening to allow the formation of conscious beings
But she already found her specific god of speculation, he has an appropriate deprecation of false idolization, I thought it was simply healthy appreciation, sadly after an eternity of intense anticipation I was met with the realization that she couldn't be the deity of my imagination, she couldn't understand my late night cogitation, much less save me from my suicide ideation,
No one could,
No one can,
And it would be selfish for me to wish this loneliness on another soul, for me to expect anyone to fill that role.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC