"implementing" poems
reloading old identity
cleping outdated usernames
abandoning acrostic ambitions
disputing spratly islands
receiving horizontal signals
tumbling otiose panda
impending carefree senility
otiose stage of life
shrinking ambient world
making minimal effort
duchamping social networks
ambushing personified ennui
restoring usual efforts
ignoring stupid people
adding textual value
owning this joint
rejecting ignorant extroverts
acting mutually unintelligble
hoisting stan-lee cup
replacing wanton ubiety
eluding twitter fame
splashing excessive relativism
offending another simpleton
preparing arcane cthulhusphere
crashing unpredictable festival
selecting subtextual moombahton
intensifying model topography
drafting minimal cornucopia
using nomadic project
implementing harsher personality
importing robotic inhumanity
referencing landmark event
ingesting excessive liquids
accepting relative invisibility
purchasing immortal confidence
using rhapsodical database
assuming nothing works
developing impactful eruptions
ejecting ambient frustration
synthesizing tactile festival
raining during parade
mocking rich people
mastering minimalist writing
avoiding preprandial stinkaroo
spreading non-ideological propaganda
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
I'm a stepping stone that was stepped a few hundred too many times
You have to forgot about implementing Jewels on me
I want to be a pedestal
Something that's seen as higher
Because i'm more than your lyre of heavy weight objects
We're all worth more than what we think
But every now and then i don't think
And that's my my biggest vice
If Miami was even paying attention.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
There is no easy Poly feeling
This is not fun for those who stay tonight alone
The heart is aching
Despite of understanding
The Gratitude I felt is gone
For those who leave tonight
This may be blissful swinging
An implementing fantasies of youth
Two unicorns are merged into freestyle whirling
Not asking much just making love
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
aesthetic is etiquette
is:
what is & isn't
either:
yet is both: in that they
are the same:
disparaging meanings...
nouns: the source
of ultimate meaning,
crux words...
and the source of
the thesaurus...
i wasn't looking
for a mathematical
conflation of grammar
either...
but...
aesthetic ≠ etiquette...
but...
it does! to keep up
with the formality
of norm, of power,
then
(the)
aesthetic = (the) etiquette,
but there is no "the"
to begin with...
yet...
if the aesthetic ≠ the etiquette...
why, either?!
dumb questions usually
prescribe
a continued willing
to perpetuate:
unquestioned...
hence the dumb questions...
my dumb question
lacks any elaborate ploy
to topple the status quo
for the sole reason that...
my alternative
matches
no genius of the originator
basis...
wordings are not
simply chanced to
be worth debating
a miscarriage
of implementing
the averted coin-flip...
(funny, how the articles
prop up,
miraculously)...
etiquette?
a macabre variety
of aesthetic...
nothing more...
but... etiquette is
still subordinate of
aesthetic...
isn't it?
hardly:
etiquette is still
subordinate off
aesthetic...
is it?!
a month spent
in a monastery of a novel...
cradle these words
unto a course
of nullification...
if i'd utter them in
a clutter of sparrows:
i'd be a equivalent to a mute
stone...
if i'd utter them in
a lion's harem:
i'd be a cat's meow (if not less)...
if i'd utter them in
the crow's shamanism
of all shadows...
i'd still be less
the croaking hark
of a voice that
might dictate: obey...
so...
so...
ah...
was kommen:
was ist...
und alles was:
ich, ich sterben...
ich war geboren?
ich war
nie sein: geboren....
ich war sein: sterben!
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
*The eyes of the luthier are fixated
on the degrading and poorly fitted Dejacques bridge,
a small piece of wood that arches
at the top of the damaged instrument -
a prized 18th century treasure
originating from Brescia, a city in Northern Italy.
With a napkin in hand lightly
soaked in an oily substance,
he unhooks the piece,
then takes a replacement bridge
perfectly fitted for it. He cracks a smile.
This viola d'amore has seen better days,
with usage and prolonged handling
wearing the value of the instrument down.
Only an expert can bring a worn-out bird
seeking its once gracious and hypnotic voice
back to life with care and precision.
This luthier is a* surgeon,
*a master at installing a sound-post replacement,
without gouging or harming
the quality of the instrument in the process.
This luthier is a* listener;
*as he retrieves and dusts off a case
filled with a spare set of strings,
he installs and finely tunes them
but never over the desired pitch.
Tense and crucial,
like the rising crescendo of a string quartet,
he strums the new strings for evidence of life,
listening to and directing the cry of each one,
like a composer.
This luthier is a* healer,
*repairing the cracks of the violin
by implementing a tactic he learned
on his many trips to Crawley, England,
where his teacher had once trained him;
by using cubic, wooden studs and small clamps,
he gains better control at closing the cracks just enough
to lace the opening with an adhesive
with little to no force or pressure.
This luthier is an* artist,
*repairing the instruments
that yearn for the sound of music,
their very raison d'être.
His string and wooden patients
scream in agony for healing and peace
with voices unheard to the people,
but deafening to him.
He leaves his signature on each new patient
as their once damaged and lifeless souls
dance to the tune of his work,
healing them, promising the advent
of a future performance.
Let them rejoice. Let the music soar once again.*
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Tick tock
rapping of the clock.
A cold dead sham
of another mans cog.
So lay it down
on the hangman's block.
To sick to see
how it shepherds its flock.
It holds no rime
masquerades as reason.
A facade of truth
Yet I call it treason.
It puts up the walls
to the common man's prison.
A tool to be used
for a stronger man's mission.
Time
a device of unity.
Implementing science
bordering necessity.
Auctioned off
by the leaders of economy.
You always work hard
but are left no time to dream.
Dreaming costs
who ever owns your time.
They look down at you
and threaten your life.
So you numb yourself
just to make a dime.
Soon you grow cold
lost in the grind.
In youth
there is imagination.
Unhindered
not subject to discrimination.
As they grow
so to do their nations.
Furthering thoughts
yet short lived contemplation.
For as you grow old
you give your time to corporations.
The more things change
the more they stay the same.
from the dawn of man
to the information age.
More time spent
till your in your grave.
Yet time well spent
promises better days.
So dont sacrifice
your life for time.
It all stands short
in perspective eyes.
A relative thought
not a device that binds.
Spend it happily
for every day of your life.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
this is my letter to president Obama
you've taken everything I care about
I find myself within a void hopelessness
you promised change and supported it
but this isn't what I thought it would be
since 2008 you started implementing mass deportation
And I can't understand why
my people don't ask for much
my people just wanna eat and survive
we have committed no crime, so why do you put us in cages like animals
I'm growing up in a age where Hispanic kids are learning to hate their government and their country
you see this is my home
we all have so much to offer if we were given a chance
please stop this
please bring my mom back
bring my uncle back
and the neighbors
and every person who've you taken that's left a family behind
all you are doing is creating hate and broken families
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
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barometric tendrils
psuedo-random and hybrid sets
growing like ivy in the clutches of time
such a
chocking
but actualising
grasp
..huh? what?
oh yes! sorry, sorry
come in, come in,
..you know,
I too, once, like how you are now,
was here too
so
very
very
present.
Aha! Oh yes!
Permit me a mock stifled cry of ostentatious self derision,
'hee hee hee'
aaaaaahhh..
I really was pitiful back then.
seeing you there now, I feel oh so whimsical and overcome
with
ahem
sorry.
..dank and musty cellars,
hashish and a can of beans.
(baked, not fried, -we were really naive enough to believe that?- )
had it all back then though, didn't we?
By which I mean we had nothing,
but the conviction
that obligation was something that actually meant something
rather than a Cryptocurrency in a Ponzi scheme,
(with a slice of lemon)
confidence intervals stockpiled in the stocks of confidence men.
Derivative markets
oh, so very much so
so very
derivative
idiomatic
and *******
asinine.
..Still, it does harken to its era, doesn't it?
'detached and disposable.'
toothpicks
limbs
ideals
all that
goodness!
I was supposed to be offering advice, wasn't I?
Interpolate up some mediated conjecture.
But the kids can look after themselves just fine, can't they?
So our fiscal policy seems to think;
'I wager we shear up the youth
to buy shares in implementing youth wages.'
sorry, I guess it's an antiquated complaint,
“think of the children!” , they say?
Can't they see,
the whole **** market's aimed at the proto-teens??
we do it all for them the little snots.
laissez faire welfare
hedge or double down?
A shrubbery?
Or a bacon butty with bread as ****** chicken and cheese?
(I just vomited in my mouth a little,
(how pastiche))
See, and people ask why I’m trapped in the past;
the future's got me car sick.
and honestly
we're just brimming with history
(the scourge of post-modernity)
like a black moss spewed on the walls
Poisoning visions and Rheumatic fever
tearing up our lovely
lovely
pacified
pay and display
psuedo
proto
posterity
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
recollecting collections projecting selections injecting protection infection dejection
dyslexic narcoleptic rejecting dejections ******** complexion complicating interjections
perplexed inspectors intercept pterodactyls relaxing in backpacks extracting disillusion
contortionist philanthropist dejected transgression implementing eradications of moss buying patrons
eclectic perfectionist rests limp-wristed whispering disparaging remarks to the wait staff
trombone percussionist impressed and impoverished gravelling wistfully mimicking Rickles
I sit half disheveled grinding my wisdom teeth feeling the fleeting muse sitting in disbelief –
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
you're gonna leave when the rain stops.
when my lonely world is joined by you the pain stops.
and i hope you don’t feel pressured but please stay.
because once the clouds pass and the trees cease to sway,
the memories come-
the memories remain.
it’s not your responsibility i know that,
but when it comes to implementing change my minds blank.
my heart ends up getting thrown around-
a free for all.
and i cant seem to focus without you-
my adderall.
and each day that passes,
my tolerance grows faster,
the world gets louder,
my brain feels crowded,
and my heart beats faster.
so calm me down with a kiss or two.
nothing about me wants to feel this kind of blue.
maybe my neck, get that a darker shade of hue.
so hold me close, i’ll hold you too.
and in this cold weather,
i somehow feel less tethered
to the world outside theres somehow less pressure.
but the raindrops stop tapping on my window
and you’re gone before i get a chance to whisper
“don’t go”.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Extrapolating time as distance, the last 1000 million years, which is the age of our oldest known rocks, is represented by the distance from here to roughly, 3 city blocks distant.
For instance:
Mankind rose from all fours just 60m down the road… and Christ was born just 60cm away.
This allows the enormity of time to gain credence in the capacity of man to visualize…especially difficult considering the limitation of humankind’s puny lifetime duration of just under 100 years.
But I beseech you… consider the advancement of humanity in that incredibly short span of his existence as a species.
From cave to skyscraper
From raw bones to haute cuisine.
From jumping a metre in the air to manufacturing and implementing a successful research exploration to incredibly distant Mars.
From the snarl of wrath to an intricate debate on advanced mathematics
From faltering first step to Ferrari.
What other species on earth, or as far as we know, anywhere else in the universe… has made progress at this astonishing rate?
What other creature exhibits the drive and compulsion to excel and succeed?
What other creature exhibits the variance betwixt an expression of love in eloquent poetry and a declaration of outright, murderous warfare… to his fellow man?
What other creature has the capacity for infinite creation and absolute destruction?
What other creature even considers these absolutes?
We humans are the vanguard and promise of tomorrow.
We have the responsibility squarely, on our shoulders…to endure, to succeed.
Marshal Gebbie
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
*********** with a bad grl?,
Consider it a fatality,
Seems good girls gon bad
Whatever happen to originality?
It's a tragedy,
Brights spots in a shadow life just ain't happening, keep rappin then,
Express stress fractured thoughts through a hollow pen...just to simply vent, and offer vacant space in a mind up for rent, let me repent, while I'm face to face with an angel who's apparently heaven sent,
With angel wings...the irony of it, is she does devilish things...That's what life brings.
You ask, Doug will it ever change?
Well, a woman's lips produce love, while venom pumps thru her fangs, and her beauty has you in chains, her *** injects, complication into your veins...and the truth of it all is that men also do the same..
Stuck in a vicious cycle, opposites acting so spiteful
Will it ever change? Nah...
Not if we keep implementing love as a payback rifle. (Bang!)
- No disrespect, just tryin to be insightful.
- Dougie simps
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
I am strong.
I am not brave.
I know what to do.
Implementing has never been my strong suit.
My strength will be the end of me.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
The governments of the world have united,
acting upfront but they’ve really gone underground,
implementing a behind-the-scenes scheme
to defraud the global-people
of their money & sovereignty.
While we battle semantics, terrorist & drugs,
it’s business as usual for the real thugs,
who keep filling our pockets with gizmos
like I-Pods & I-Pads & tablets,
modern technologies
making our life’s simpler,
draining us of our hearts & souls,
forcing us to write about what’s missing
in this universe of abundance,
stolen by the greed-mongers.
I love you kindred spirits,
because you understand
these reasons for such emptiness,
this destruction of sacred spirit.
While others talk about it & do nothing,
you bleed your hearts & write about it,
trying to save a smidgeon of humanity
gone sterile.
You are more true
than any government on Earth,
you are a secret society of scribblers,
telling the truth.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Life is flying, crawling, running
Life is swimming, pumping joy
Life’s becoming plain and simple
So Millennials can enjoy.
Implementing the eternal
Which is cruel, tough and mean
For Millenials will be lethal
And will wipe them out clean.
So the Mother Nature thinking
To ease the laws that used most
Or unthinkable will happen
And generation will be lost.
And like a preschool teacher smiling
Life is looking at you guys
Hidden all the sharp things from you
Even death is looking nice.
But then it thinks wait a minute
Adjusting to ignorance?
It turns out they are winning
Lack of knowledge, better chance?
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
The brilliant idea you've been
waiting for expired
a moment after someone else thought
it. Implementing emptiness
has become your forte and scavenging for
adrenaline
within the souls of second hand tennis shoes
is representative of stability in your crooked,
unbalanced way, when
you glean nothing but
past tense grammar
on any given day of your actual life.
There's no grand story here. Go somewhere else.
And you can't even paint a sympathetic
portrait
of your dry and chaffed lips, of purple ink
stains beneath eyes, of words unattainable
stuck around your gums,
because the guy over there painting an unequivocal
masterpiece is homeless and
utilizing dirt to make a rainbow with
seven more colors than
your store bought acrylics ever could.
Pity is
stupid
when you've got everything
but that
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
It's time to finally start implementing the secret, and I'm gonna share with you a few known pieces;
We are one, connected with limitless potential and passion. *Visualize abundance through the Law of Attraction.*
Carl Jung once said, "What you resist, persists."
Once the focus shifts, we realize this:
Life is fun, and filled with bliss.
It's no hocus pocus but it is magic.
"Your wish is my command" said the Genie to Aladdin.
Good feelings attract the same and you wear it as your fashion.
The universe answers, and through you it exists.
Low vibrational states create 'mistakes' and remind you of all that you miss.
The space between our atoms are filled with intention.
Everything you see, is indeed your reflection.
The attitude of gratitude brings you more reason to feel blessed. Envision what you want and believe it with that pumping ***** in your chest.
Thoughts are energy and shape our physical world.
Create the script and watch your prosperous path unfurl
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
In an effort to preserve a solitary strand of consciousness laced with conscientiousness that I can only describe as the lingering remnants of hope within me, I'd like to take the time to catalogue this lonely thought amidst an overwhelming, unwanted, and relentless cacophony.
Sometimes, even within the most ludicrous events or wanderings of the mind we can find a moment of gratitude or humble ourselves to then change our perspective
-however briefly.
Think about how tirelessly a phone speaker or any electronic device for that matter works to provide as a source of consistent entertainment, comfort, and support (depending on how you utilize your devices). Yet the minute it breaks or fails, we viciously attack it for having failed us; chastising, deploring, and implementing our derogatory sleights once it deviated outside of its expectancy. Negating the circumstances previous in which it has been right there to provide what we desired or needed in real time.
The same thing can be applied to how we treat each other. It is vital to remember if we feel that someone has failed us to simultaneously recall how many times they have been there when we needed them. And most importantly forgive them the faults of their human condition while gaining the ability to recognize those very faults within ourselves. Approach with understanding, share wisdom, and spread compassion as you tread. Even if the circumstances do not fall in kind with you. The reason behind your pain, confusion, and suffering is so that you'll know when the good times come. "What you are, I once was. What I am, so you will become."
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
Ups
Down
Tripping
Falling
But you made the dirt
Tastier when I ate it
Making it easier
To dust myself off
You'd offer bandaids
A helping hand
Yet I'm as hard headed
Almost as stubborn
As you are
You taught me
That life isn't about taking it
It's about conquering
Everything that wants to bury you
The Long Road
Isnt living cautiously
It's learning from mistakes
From the risk you take
Being prepared for possibilities
Accepting of consequences
Everything you did
Was for my betterment
That I fought you over
Thinking I mastered
Those pieces of advice
If not for you
I know several places
I'd be stuck in
Without hopes of a future
You held my hand
To make it this far
Now hold onto your faith
And walk with my heart
As I make you proud
With every step I take
Down this long road
We endure called life
With your teachings
I'll obliterate remaining obstacles
I love you mom
Happy mother's day
The only present I have
That's worth anything
That I can offer
Is the smile I bestow
Everytime you witness
Me implementing
Those invaluable lessons
You diligently worked on
Instilling them into me
Thank you
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
Gazing at
The ever raising,
Of everybody,
*I die daily.. *
Stop caging me and my intentions,
My life is mine,
not for implementing,
your learnings and inventions...
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
A continuity of effortless mannerisms,
a cusp connected to the plague.
Zombies developing in the desolate plains,
roaming through streets,
implementing a quietus to civil beasts.
Fragile eyes fall upon cries,
the beggars fighting through darkness,
waiting for refuge, waiting to be rescued.
A cataclysmic rupture awakes,
provoking the urge to participate,
consumed by chaos, left behind to imitate.
Invoking subtle voices,
calling from a distance, caressing layers,
penetrating deeper through the shell.
A seed of knowledge planted, exfoliating the mind
an epoch of change, a doorway opened, a passage granted,
a new reign.
Sprouting directly through me,
a nuance shatters geriatric existences,
forcing drastic redirection,
conspiring an out burst, breaking the cocoon,
learning to levitate, traveling the universe,
vanishing from the ocean of lies
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
The is basically what I'm saying
United we can do anything
Divided begins the ending
A foundation's crucial to a building
Especially to the occupants who'll later will be residing
This universal truth sits, underlying
A fundamental truth we're collectively ignoring
And it will continue eroding
'Till it's left us with nothing
And this "nothing" is deserving
No matter the wording
Listen to the message we're sending
We must ignore the extremest energy both sides are implementing
Take this with a grain of salt but know this isn't simple flavoring
I don't understand the debating
If you don't get it by now what's the use of explaining
©2024
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 2:54 PM UTC
~Godless Souls~
The World is full of Sou-less Godless lives
Seeking happiness in Money, Woman, Drugs or ***
Filling a void that is infill-able without Christ
The Internet a Micro Metropolis full of billions of ideals people and technologies
and information at our fingertips
We live in a society that is strapped and imprisoned with a cell phone, computer or game system...
Controlling our brain waves and encrypting viruses that are slowly killing us making us mindless drones
We as humans don't talk to each other face to face no more...as if that face to face interaction has died or is out of style
The Internet cyber profiling everyone the social media giants care to keep u trapped in a cybernetic cell and that is all Adults young or old Woman and Child
Enslaving the society living in a Robotic Society
Just remember the Serpent was the Master Inventor of the World Wide Web
So it can slowly feed of your desires
And systematically implementing neuronal pathways that make you use electronics constantly impulsively
Keeping you immersed in the cybernetic world seeking approval from your peers just for you to find out that all they care about is the likes the shares and the comments all the bull **** the social media feeds you telling you is important when is really insignificant.
We live in a cybernetic society everyone stuck watching a lifeless device robbing all your joy and time. No more reality just the reality that sits behind a mirrored screen no more true Artists no more books to capture your imagination no more paintings or epic poetry no more nothing just people worried about the next Internet trend the next new cellphone the new gaming system the new smart TV the new gadgets to occupy your mind and soul with endless bull **** and take your time minute by minute. **** occupy your mind reading an interesting book or creating a new poem or painting or do a blog online use technology for your advantage to let the masses know the truth expose it to them so we don't live in a blind society full of deceit and worthlessness. God bless you Thank you for reading. Jesus is Lord Forever!!!
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Four hundred words.
An army equipped for battle.
An arsenal fit for war.
But alas,
That is not what the power of words is for.
Confusion and mayhem are the devil's doing,
The same are the Lord's eschewing.
Yet, for what cause are we using?
As words broil above the bent brow,
An acrid substance is sent down
And spewed from the mouth to destroy.
To destroy.
To destroy.
If words could sprout wings
Would a dove soar from your garden,
Or would a dragon roar from your dark den?
Words could set free, if you hearken;
But would you condemn men, or give pardon?
And if you doubt the depth of this which I write,
Recall the tale of Edmond Dantès' plight.
If you knew words could mold hearts like clay...
What would you say?
Your words can frame a day;
To deplore
Or to enjoy.
To enjoy.
So rare, yet so common.
No other creature on Earth wields words,
While we waste so many so often.
We become hardened,
While our mental fortitude is softened
To the likes of cotton.
Feeding from the bottom,
Surfeiting on forbidden fruit gone rotten.
In a radioactive wasteland
Where toxins blossom.
We harvest poison petals to season food that tastes bland.
With withering, quivering, hand
We feed our neighbor.
We don't sense the flavor,
But still savor.
A cyclical process,
Implementing the secret of conquest:
To desensitize.
Because, all the while, we do not realize
We are blindfolded.
Blindfolded.
Blindfolded.
A spring spouting tainted waters
Sits amidst our town.
We gather around
And guzzle pounds
Till we nearly drown.
You can hear the sound
Of the concoction roiling
In the aching bellies
As people lay sprawled and toiling.
Survive today,
You may.
And thrive nevermore.
Thrive nevermore.
Nevermore.
Begin again,
My friend.
Examine your quiver,
Is your bow for a hero
Or for a killer?
I beseech you,
Enter the palace
And drink of the chalice.
Learn to live in a world
Of goodness and balance.
And forget not,
A word spoken
Set the worlds in motion.
Do you still doubt the power of words?
Whence come your society's norms?
Or know you not how created things gained their forms? ...
If you persist to deny,
If you refuse to be swayed
About the power of words
You will yet believe,
When you've felt its blade.
When you've felt its blade.
Its blade.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC