"incubate" poems
Web caught trembling prey, blistering sadness in a shallow grave
Repulsive, rotten ***** stench, locked box of putrid sorrow
Blood clot hidden trench, vile secretion burrow
Wolf-dressed goblin ***** muttering incantations
Teetering on a broken fence, seething hatred regurgitation
Greedy, evil, spineless, ***** Cunning, patient, *****
One head desire, two face succubus
Speech craft, forked tongue. Slithering witch, foul gargoyle
Rebuke the venomous. Castrate the young. Stoke the funeral pyre
Incubate the serpent fetus. Demon, devil, liar
Nevermore, sinister toil. Bone-covered soil
I smite her without a flicker of remorse
Death to the succubus. Death to Venus
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
I throw my words to the compost heap
with the rinds of so many others.
The poetry that has been deciphered
til there is no surprise left.
I ***** them in to incubate
and fertilize the fields of my heart.
Then I shall glean them
to harvest the poems of my Soul.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
The disappointment that resides in me,
as much as I tell it to go away,
swallows my entire body.
It eats away at my flesh and rarely
leaves enough time for skin to regenerate.
The disappointment that resides in me
licks its lips hungrily
at the sight of my blood, salivates
and swallows my entire body.
This cannot be healthy,
I say to myself. There has to be a way to invalidate
the disappointment that resides in me.
I wonder if there was ever a phase of sobriety
when my expectations' weight
did not swallow my entire body.
I suppose I must return to reality
and succumb to incubate
the disappointment that resides in me,
that swallows my entire body.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
All those eyes
Slowly shedding their skin
Making small circles around each other’s
Substance
The look it seemingly undresses the nights
Ghosts
A blood fest of fists surrounds your head
The aroma of darkness covering my placenta dreams
An empty gun
Lays adjacent to the rooms open view
While in distracted light there appears my punch-drunk sanity
As it devours (all) the shadows
An uneven floor that injects my blood stream with dust and hollow words
Stumbling over you was the answer to my loss of hope
Like running thru graveyards and speaking in silence through tiny pinhole
Mouths and forever living and not finding what may be in stored
The afterglow of solitude
The disjointed smiles that grasps for air
Under your enormous wings of blame
My tonic suggestion to incubate my after birth words
A stillness of heart that shackles
A memory and mortar apprehension I have not escaped
In the long hallways of your past
My own blank stare dissolves in the sunlight
Then it was you
Inhabiting the smaller cracks of my skin
Taking my hurt and
Willingly
Being beautiful in the madness of blind faith
A sordid ball of ugly lights which glisten
And down the path where it leads
To me
You can place your gift to the dead crowd like
Unraveled wire touching your lips
A severed look of ignorance
Beings of soft shells
And broken by spinal cord modifications
The lustful grasp shrouding your heart
Makes its way taking shortcuts through graveyards
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
Open shell
Pry fragments
Step
Step
Grow
Flag
Even upper
Higher
Move it like wildfire
Riff it like snot
One more time
Don’t corrct misspllings
Fix grammar
Correct misspellings
One more time
Even once more
Move on
to
another
mispld game
Fight fight ight
Kepz it kleanz
Doin it right
Conceptus
Remember
Nxt Level Cookie Maker
Chef of lives
Mix in souls
too many numerous few up down closed soul hole
Not profane enough
Fukc
Don’t correct misspellings
Ingrained.
Open your mouth
I’ll open my ears
I’ll close my ears and we’ll keep it up
Pullin’ faces
Eating too much,
but fasting on stuffing
incubate
synchubate
**********
Try
I won’t find
New thingsssssssssssssssssssssss
Old things
People n stuff
Open your eyes
I’ll open my nose.
*****
Foomf.
Pinch in fiction and fingers
Level up
Order of operations
Fades into subconscious
Pious
Holier than Mao
Heads & Tails
Open your feeling
I’ll open my fly.
(2014)
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I define my violence with internal revenue,
Mind changers,
Pill bottles.
These viruses incubate in,
Subdivision playgrounds,
Kiddies Kiddies Kiddies,
and civil wars.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
Receive it, my impatient heart--
receive it as it comes.
Do not worry, pulsing thing,
straining against that chest
you inhabit. Incubate;
let the body prepare you:
Beat calmly where you lie.
Be comfortable, my eager heart,
my vibrating, warm little heart.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
in time
our life forming rituals
when woman held man in common
gentle willing people a tribe conformed
by wisdom of woman thriving with women
these creators of humanity in frame work survival
of living on planet Earth the hours indifference
the east to the west the Earth rising east
into the new days Star the west darkness prevails
as the world turns east the hours given
for the Earth of the west to rise in east Star rays
as the world turns womb in and man
building life customs a living family the sexes
creation performing rituals
to hold power over both sexes in tribe
between them bringing water to the table
from the well of the forest primeval
we *** advancing the daily rituals in time
not knowing the outcome in survival
our knowledge is common of good or evil
our humanity or power of greed
our family bound to survival of our being
gentle people cast down mutts of power
gentle people up held by wisdom
the living as one wisdom of womb in and of man
not **** power greed a tribe of humanity
to continue the beginning dominate
the right of spirit beings to intellectualize
producing decisions a *** beginning nurturing
an utter speaking from the heart of woman
profound utterings these ******* of womb in
from her to eternity the ******* of woman uttering
the real Mc Coys in the darkness of time
a first uttered sound this life light hidden
a beginning of human soul the memory our utterings
thru power greed over humanity
we live off planet Earth held
in regions of space to incubate the humanity
movement of space life held by the darkness of man
unable to break the bonds of tyranny
to return Earth wisdom to light
for the stars utter humanity
a flower child hue being ultimate receptor life stance
giving off light as fragrance
available knowing life choices as flowers
of the Stars we are earth buds exposed
by the rays of creation an eon of time
standing swaying in earth winds our moment
of life becoming a chance of a life time
to create form flow of the Universe expansion
star light to build the uttering of time
humanity rise above power greed
know all we can live and be the one
Universe of love nurturing in utter harmony
Universe of creation this life realm
made from an utter in time
a being of humanity shines on this earth
let life shine back to the Stars
give the right of creation
the love of mind............gjmars 6/14/15
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
A countdown pronounce peace
How you ever watch a butterfly sing?
Possibly the eyelid seeks redemption through a twilight
Pressure points incubate the seriousness of forgiveness
The world turns a page inside the pain of child lost in the wind
Predictions cause traditions unveil reality
The standard finally arrived, stronger manuscript of heaven
Passion between solaces came through a whisper
The host intrigues by the road,
Feathers contemplate the last breath from a princess
Seeking the life missing from childhood
Sadness embraces winds blowing a symphony of passion
Time stood with expectation of retreat to my realm
Since I was invincible, the harpoon crosses the finish line
The lighthouse watches the fire rise through thoughts of Indecency,
A collaboration of hands holds the secret of sadness
I can still hear the wind crying out to the heavens
Forcing myself to sleep from a nightmare brewing in the air
Crystal clear the night unveil my nakedness
Sitting beside the moon, where did I leave her heart?
Inside reside the yearning desire of reaching for the stars
Granted a syllabus with sharp edge pointing at the sun
Transparency holds my hand
Walk behind A shield derailing
stray bullet from piercing my shamefulness
The life of unsung heroes, the reality of dreams can be overwhelming
Right after the door is shout, slowly descent a crucial impression of truthfulness
Bring back that cat eye’s steering at my rear view mirror
Exactly at the right moment
I open my soul…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
"Oh, I see. It's your passion is it?
You like learning about them? Wow. You got a first?
You are planning to go into research? On that very subject?
I'm really very impressed. I see! You avoid buying products,
made using them?
You don't even consume them? That's quite lovely.
You must be really strong willed.
You like talking to people about it?
Oh yes, those big companies; definitely their fault.
You want to stop them? That's one of your goals?
Excellent. I admire your passion!
Sorry, what was that? Is that so?
You will never care for one? It's a silly idea is it?
Yes, of course, you are right.
There might be no end result.
A waste of time, money and energy.
Messing with nature it will be, is it?
A childish way of holding on to silly hopes.
Really? Scientifically you are hundred percent right.
That's nice to know. With your dedication towards the subject,
I guess you would know for sure.
Guess what!
F@#$ your passion. F@#$ your dedication.
F@#$ your knowledge and F@#$ science.
You made a choice not to care. You don't give a ****
You know why? It's the easier way. Shortest way out.
Because you don't want to be involved,
in an 'emotional commitment'.
It's too difficult. You will never gain anything.
But there's so much to lose.
But me;
I am different. I am not afraid to connect.
Not afraid to give unconditionally. Not frightened to commit.
Cause as long as there is hope, my dream will be alive.
If or when hope dies, the pain, the memories, the emotions
and the love,
and the fact that I know I cared,
will keep me alive.
Oh and guess what...you've just lost!
You've lost again in life.
Your interests lack real passion.
Your work lacks dedication.
Your knowledge lacks emotion.
Your life lacks fulfillment.
So let me do the math.....one more second please...
Got it....
That equals to emptiness...
In fact you are already dead; inside! Lifeless...."
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:38 AM UTC
*There is a forest called Truth around the corner. I go in search for dialogue. So many perspectives there are to offer. One comes back more alive in their concept of God.
I feel a lightness in the falling leaves, stirs within me a freedom and acceptance of dying. Many creatures shuffle amongst the brush, skyward eyes enjoy the critters busy climbing. Up the Tree trunk towers, along the arm~like branches, up and down collecting food in preparation for the season called Winter. So many intricate sounds joined together of varied pitch, tone and timber make for lively conversation. Philosophies smooth *********** mates for various creations of Thought to incubate my ever expanding Understanding, the flowered fruit of Reason.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
It’s about boot heels for metronomes tonight,
the out of tune guitar grinning on the upstroke
is our Harvest, is our reveling
in daybreak frost never coming—
can be
warded off
by rosy cheeks
a two-step
a whisky breakdown—
Not yet, not yet
Drinking off cold to keep a rhythm
in step with Michigan months
shifting to auburn tones
like old-fashioned photographs.
Until ***** hounds trickle into blankets,
incubate into hangovers
thrown on living room couches,
floors, acres,
The cuddled up crop
of our Harvest Gathering.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
My frantic worship of winter is bitter.
His ache was gone in a moment,
you use the knife and incubate a symphony.
We the ugly rust run mad
always beneath the Light
bared lust watching Love
drooling delicate shadows.
-
Your repulsive tongue has screamed
sweet languid moans,
my cry is bitter and essential
our garden is now a forest.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
Incubate eternity through their wisdom
Worship the strategic plan
Alarm clocks ring
Wedding bells sing
Worship the strategic plan
Manipulate the walls of existence
Look past life's deceit
Question why
The babies cry
Look past life's deceit
Contemplate our insignificance
Find comfort in the unknown
A grain of sand
Among foreign lands
Find comfort in the unknown
Deviate dreams and appeared aspirations
Don't fret a "greater purpose"
Why plan ahead?
Just live instead
Don't fret a greater purpose
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
Sometimes, I wish I could incubate,
fetally embracing my demons,
and arising only when I am
once again,
whole.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
so that’s how I became
Cracked Egg.
(once broken forever leaking goo stuck melted crusty sap)
they prodded my
serene ivory enclosure
(with their brash talking silly laughter shush insignificant)
spoke over my soft
whine of naivety
(the older they are the more stern brow thick mind forget)
don’t mess with my
childlike!
(deep inside they cough awkward feel distant shake sift)
I will stand up
for my youth.
(I am metal strong no cracks building foundation know)
as you incubate-digress
in your membrane of
mottled
maturity
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
What more is there to say,
On this lovely summer day?
Is this a word game that we play?
Why are we trying to delay?
Are we going to have a fight?
Do you really think we might?
Or will we just begin to write,
Our feelings, now so contrite?
You think we have any regret
That we should not just forget?
Or should we take the running bet
And just repay the awful debt?
Is that all there is to you?
Will you still wear that same old shoe?
Or is it that you still hope to
Find out what you want to do?
Can we make that kind choice?
Will they ever hear our voice?
How will we know when to rejoice?
Can we dance with grace and poise?
How often have we really thought?
That all we plan may come to naught?
Has any of our experience taught,
That our path, with pain, was fraught?
When may we start to celebrate,
Our positions that we delegate?
And with wily skills deliberate?
If the precious egg, we'll not incubate?
Are we only having fun?
Why isn't everyone?
Is the party really done?
Is it smart for us to run?
Will we ever make up our mind,
To do that which we know is kind?
Can we, our fears, truly bind?
Are we really completely blind?
Some think that we should just quit
And maybe just get over it
But most of us will not admit
We're falling into an endless pit
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
Live your Life as you wish -->
Don't blame me!
Blame the *****
She's the One that yeah's and neigh's,
Selects the combos, gamete-style;
Foresees the potentiality
Of a Universe before the making.
Her Will --> I'll execute!
Protect to incubate the great,
While looking after the lost -->
Those unlucky to be born normal;
Those strugglers battling idiocy
At all levels of authority.
I'll float freely betwixt strata -
Popping in and out of existence
As necessary; as needs dictate;
As She dictates (- the subtle cow).
I'll plod along, head in the sand,
Trying to figure out the sound;
Stringing along and strung out,
Helping myself and lending a hand.
And when I meet Her...if I do...
I'll tell Her you send Your Regards.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Bashing
Crashing
Smashing
Clotted-cream tongues
Lashing
Cathedral hulls
October’s chop
Out to get
Lifejacketless him
Cityboy him
Neither’d gone beyond
His breezy smiled
Awrigh’ my lover
Up to their eyeballs they’d got now
No chance now to break
The awkward ice
Outside the breakwater
Never ought’er
Hunker down
Turkeyland yelled
Ride the swell
Cradle orphaned beef
And if you don’t
Incubate the rough
Earthed nests of wine-drowned potato
And proper job swede
And if you don’t
You won’t make it
*
Oggies
Never take’em to sea
St Anthony’d decreed
But Master Herd, he hadn’t heard
And he’s too emmet to question.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
I really love the smell of your skin
And how your voice reminds me of soft rain fall
Your warmth feels like a wildfire that burns to trail across me
A fire so bright it smothers out every ghostly shadow that reeks of jealousy
I no longer contain a flame like yours
I've turned into a cool river of blues and greens
Meanwhile your lovely peachy orange and sunflower yellows pair with mine
I lap upon moss infested rocks and I nourish flowers that bloom into beautiful beds against the soft shore line
You make life grow while I incubate it
You are the sun that basks natures seedlings
We are so different yet we come together so sweetly like bees and honey
And when you lay your head down for the moon to rise
My river slows down to a hold
The fish cry for you every cold bitter hour
The flowers wilt without you
And tears stream down my face waiting for your warmth to dry them for me
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
Imitations seldom hold the thin line between purenesses
Breathing gracefulness on the side walk of your soul
Don’t Ignored the prophecy of the end of the world
As we speak passion stood around, suffocating our Reality
If I don’t make it through the night, please summons the Angles
I see your face each time a take step,
the greatest gift place in my hands
Love without weakness, on a realm of dreams,
The hardness’ of the streets, Incubate the rawness of my mind
Drums announced a choice of forgiveness,
I found your loving essence knocking inside my heart
The balance of life brought a mission
Listen to the waves breaking the rocks along the shore
The tranquility of my hands
paint a picturestic Rembrandt of emotions
Too many times I’ve been wrong, searching for the truth about life
Refugees dance with fire, allowed passion to caress a feather
The amnesia of the night, cross over the pain of reliance
Measure the journey by the fall,
Peacefully I walked sinking deeply on a dense escape
Letters from the sky describe my youthful affair of life
Smiles on a brink of passion, the renaissance is wide open
Only at the right moment I saw her face in the mirror
There she was crying to moon for her right to love me
Thoughts of forever being young,
And them the clouds bowed to their sorrow
Force them to come together on a dance of firelights
Never allowed this world to change who you are
Freedom underneath a pretty face
Stay in the moment, a circle of bees surrounded our peace mind
If you love me, don’t ever let me go
The fortress of your soul cannot denied
Righteousness steering at your face…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:34 PM UTC
Women often
Overlook me,
At least the
Alcohol is kind.
I'm grateful.
The imperfect moments
Begin to incubate,
Nothing is wrong.
Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/23/14
Revised 1/17/17
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Dangerous this penchant in your ego trip to power
Exacerbated by your volume, increasing by the hour.
So amplified by flunkies who pander to the worth
Of you, my friend, who incubate self value with your girth.
So dangerous this swollen head, this egocentric will
Rampaging through opinions here, ignoring all blood spilt.
Crushing rings of daisies and barging without thought,
Obliterating opposition’s tender preference sought.
Disregard opinions blatantly, you ignore advice from they,
Who endeavour to make right the wrongs engendered in the fray.
So dangerous this charging bull, calamitous in it’s wrath
To each and every innocent who ventures in the path.
So dangerous this selfishness which permeates your all
Because… inevitably your collapse shall result in my downfall.
M.
4 September 2014
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
*there are many more inexplicable things that men did or said, than they ever would have thought and un-become, transgressing grammatical conventions / etiquette to suggest that they might be conceived as mad, or simply incomprehensible - such that the expression of thinking would never precipitate into an equilibrium with being, to say as much or anything at all, along with the basis of phonetic encoding, was thought originated on the a priori Libra, or with foundation for experiencing hearing or seeing? whoever reads this... i don't care... most of what i write i don't care about... i'd chosen to be a bus-driver than any form of agitator.*
history is so democratic that, for some reason,
it remembers Louis XIV but not Louis XIV's gardener;
yeah, very democratic; which is why we love democracy so much,
so we get to incubate child-abuse scandals like
eating ice-cream... 'cos' it's so easy to just do by ignoring
the facts when the access toward avoidance
was marginalised... comedy is cruel, tragedy is tender...
history reveals that not being cruel to the tragic
makes the tragic persona the comic sadist;
and that by being cruel to the
comedian makes the immediate lack of persona
actually true, i.e.: oh right, your son was anally
misguided? well, sorry Timothy buckle i am for thee;
yeah, you guessed it... not really.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC