"incurs" poems
I'm awake
What do you want
You seem confused
Women like what they hear
Men like what they see
I never knew what that meant until I was suffering
I dont believe in smiles
The default non threatening condition
It almost makes me queezy
Us
We
Human beings
Being human
What is true humanity
I don't want to love
I just want your loyalty
Why are you loving me
What do you want
You seem confused
Back on that ********
We seemed to have fused
I sense some resistance
With a little but of cognitive dissonance
What do you want
You seem confused
I see love as an opportunity
And loyalty as a choice from above
I mean your brain baby
Brain banging
Not just a heart throb
Your mind holy like god
Not the evil it incurs or not
Because of your Gratitude Over Decisions
Not your Ever Vengeful Illusion of Lust
Loyalty loyalty loyalty
Love or adore me
I just want your.......
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Whispers in the dark,
Colors that cry,
Hallucinations that haunt your head,
Inside your body a parasite crawls,
Fear,
It lurks inside of you,
Running from no one,
No one,
Trembling,
Scratching at the thoughts,
The urges,
These voices are your only friend,
Let it take control,
Control you lack
Insanity incurs with hysteria,
Schizophrenia.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
No one has a monopoly on God.
When you hear them say that they do,
Make a dash for it! Don't wait around
For them to impose their merciless coup.
No group has a monopoly on truth.
Of those who say they "know" be skeptical.
If their "knowledge" can't stand up to questioning,
Their mind isn't more than an empty receptacle.
Terror and fear make desperate converts.
Truth and wisdom transcend petty goals.
Some will try to sell you a bill
Of goods that's full of vagaries and holes.
Beware of those with the gift of gab
Who promise to guide you down a path
Of slick salvation and tempting allurements,
Though one false step incurs God's wrath.
Beware of those who say they know
The mind of God both inside and out
And curse your attempts at inquiry
When with an open mind you doubt.
No one has the right to judge you
And tell you that you're going to hell.
Watch out for the crazed fanatic
And the sanctimonious ne'r-do-well.
Put everything into perspective.
Love and compassion should be your course.
Belief should be all about choice
And definitely not a product of force.
- by Bob B
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
How many hearts will die tonight
from the hurt you threw around
don't you care for others pain,
in the darkness which cannot see ...
Our fire consumed for a while
it evaded our hearts and made us smile
now tears well up, because I just don't know
friendship is vacant for me, I cry ...
Dear old man, i heard your stories
more than once, tell me, yes tell me
why you make me cry, your lies are building
you are hate, you wrote yourself to death for a while...
Because nothing ever goes as planned
your cold hard heart that incurs the indignity
of everyone that knows, how you are letting go
your life, and love, for nothing but greed and no smile ...
Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Bloodied fingers are badges of honor
that few men suffer themselves to accept.
Part of the debt the instrument incurs;
a separation of skilled and inept.
The mastery of half a dozen steel
strings oft becomes a lifetime endeavor.
This daring quest for musical ideals
demands commitment lasting forever.
A hollow body touches the essence
of perfection that is merely expressed
by mortal beings of inconsequence
who caress the Muse nevertheless.
Ten fingers endure torture on six strings
for melodies only guitars can bring.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
real as it is
she incurs the rigours
on her own in a void
far removed from rationality;
out of her element
esoteric whims float in and out
of her headspace;overruled
inexplicable visions,holographs;
phantoms from a past
seemingly remote
overshadow her mindscapes
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
An ode to darkness eschewing light,
Why not?
Her beauty,
it transcends sight!
Radiance reflected.
Incandescent revelry.
Each heartbeat supernova we can feel but never see.
As faithful as true love appears,
her touch incurs your deepest fears.
A broken-hearted serenade...
of choices better left unmade...
Memories burn as touches fade.
Thus, my heart, I barricade.
Here! Love, not armies would invade!
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
at night, alone, it seems
my heart is ripping at its seams
torn by sunset's pull,
reaching out, for naught, it seems
my heart is ripping at its seams
the threads so caref'lly stitched,
tightly gripping my blood-bag's crease
waiting just for cruel fate's bite
or when the day turns into night
seeking, almost, to be forgotten,
lying, torn, only to turn rotten
inside me still, my heartstrings scream
whilst from their barren cage, pours steam
at daybreak, then,
my heart is mended
as though the night's events were pretended
i know now how
the blood can flow
and disregard
what i think i know
my mind is clear,
but it seems for naught
as again i feel the blood
begin to clot
slowing, beating,
struggling to rest
my eyes turn red
as the sun sets
with the star at noon
i feel relief
the moon incurs agony,
doubt, and grief
at night, the dark, alone
it seems
the ripping seams,
it seems…
are only in my dreams
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
She sits in the crevice of her untouchable throne
A bathtub of fizz
The place she goes to be alone
As the bubbles coat her flesh, and pop on her throat
With a sensation of which I will never know
But oh how I long to be the one who sees her there
It's my one true wish
As she twists her fingers through her luxurious hair
And blows foam with a jet stream of air through her lips
I want nothing more than to be a fly on the wall
Of the room that surrounds her most intimate moments
If only I could hear her sing a beautiful song
When she thinks there's nobody around to take notice
I'll treasure it all
And bury it deep inside me
A sentimental chest of unobtainable gold
The toll one pays for a life of tragedy
The price one incurs from being alone
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
A million monarchs lie dead, though,
No less sociological programming of
Upper-middle to rich classes with
Decadence, affluence, inclusion, is.
No less societal determination of
Middle to lower, being excluded by
Division and conquering, privation.
Yet, they, on wing no more, still fly
In our spirit's eye, heal humanities' heart.
While their silent cry echoes
The 33,000 species extinct each year,
A rate not seen since the last ice age
Ensued; does it move you?
Does your curiosity ask why?
Will you, on this 33rd Earth Day, allow
A tear for all life's fallen? Consider
The losses economic apartheid incurs,
Mirrored by the divide humancentricity
Has levied? Our underlying duplicitous
Disregard for life, greed and oil fueled,
Won't abate for our existence, will you?
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
This one is for the bullies.
This one is for the cruel.
Try harder.
Because these walls were made with the intent
of keeping you out and instead
kept out the rescue party.
Too many are the tears which we have shed
over being too fat or too thin
or any other of these thousands of things within us
that define us as imperfect.
This one is for those that kicked us while we were down,
for the class clown addicted to our embarrasment,
to the flicked pencil that hits our back as we pass them.
If you've ever felt scorn,
if you've ever felt torn between the greatest two evils,
if you've ever as a kid felt that primeval urge of fight or flight
or spent a night crying over your bathroom sink,
It's okay.
I'm not saying that as if I could ever
make you feel as if that pain living inside of you
will abstain from your mind.
I'm saying that you aren't alone.
Simply let it be known how you feel
and you will real impressed
by how many others have felt the same.
This is one is for the playground bruiser, try harder.
This is for the girl writing 'slut' on her locker, try harder.
This is for those that will always insist
on testing the waters of an uncalm mind,
TRY HARDER.
Because it's never been an issue
of being smarter or stronger.
It's been about you holding on this extra while longer,
long enough that you can put all this behind you.
For all the gossips who acted like they knew you, try harder!
Because this time they are not getting through.
Concede to them nothing,
abandon no friend or creed,
let not their need for acceptance give lead to your self-loathing.
Remember, it is not your clothing or your skin that incurs their hate,
do not lock your gate to those who would help you.
The shallow brook runs the loudest,
the wounded dignitary the proudest
and so long as we allow them to hurt us
they'll believe they can get away with it.
We are many,
united in the trials through which we have grown.
Let us stand together now
and not any among us stand alone.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
Of fame or life,
Which do you hold dearer?
Of life or wealth,
To which would you adhere?
Keep life and lose those other things;
Keep them and lose your life?
Which brings Sorrow and pain more near?
Men come forth and live; they enter (again) and die!
Thus we may see,
Who cleaves to fame-
Rejects what is more great;
Who loves large stores…
Gives up the richer state.
Who is content
Needs fear no shame.
Who knows to stop
Incurs no blame.
From danger free
Long live shall he….
Who thinks his great achievements poor
Shall find his vigor long endure.
Of greatest fullness, deemed a void,
Exhaustion ne'er shall stem the tide.
Do thou what's straight still crooked deem;
Thy greatest art still stupid seem,
And eloquence-a stammering scream….
Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:45 AM UTC
It's a place where you would rather not be
engaged in a quarrel and unable to agree.
Between two strangers or with one you know
in a display of words disagreement to show.
A sad state of affairs and opposite of harmony
usually about something they did not foresee.
Ending with both parties not seeing eye to eye
and very often it's without a clear reason why.
It could be one taking more and giving back less
to the other who considers the matter in distress.
Or perhaps ignoring to do what should be done
in our duty to one another that incurs a bad run.
If a lack of trust or deception has been at play
there are suspicions that don't easily go away.
'Honesty's the best policy' known and cherished
without this relationships only end up perished.
Especially when there are two interests at stake
one against the other much trouble they'll make.
Keep away from being at loggerheads if you can
as it may end up in a fight with your fellow man.
_______________
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
I’d like to tell a tale so grim,
Don’t pray for hope, mere foolish whim,
“Beware to all who enter here,
The trees themselves can sense your fear”
A place where ghouls and goblins wait,
For lonely travellers to seal their fate,
A place where hope has long since gone,
And eternal darkness lingers on.
I would not suggest you stop and rest,
March on my friend, I think that’s best,
Danger hides in every tree,
You doubt my word, just wait and see.
An unearthly stench wafts through this wood,
The demons sense your rich warm blood,
I urge you not to pitch your tent,
Heed my warning, it is well meant.
No sweet spring blooms will greet your path,
Anything of beauty incurs such wrath,
No sound of birds to fill the air,
A joyous song, they would not dare.
There is no sun, nor gentle breeze,
You won’t find safety among these trees,
The air is still, the air is calm,
With creatures here to cause you harm.
You feel the cold, your icy breath,
As in your footsteps follows death,
He’ll strike you down without a thought,
Tread carefully, this path has dangers fraught.
These woods are thick, their area vast,
Travellers stare, afraid, aghast,
But do not stop, no do not dwell,
For this could be a living hell.
The creatures here have but one goal,
They want to claim your very soul,
To bring an end to your miserable days,
They’re able to do this in a myriad of ways.
So heed both my warning and the sign,
Turn back from here while you have the time,
The reason they call it the Weeping Wood?
No weep of willow, but travellers’ blood.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
But life is just a fancy phase
A seed that's from the start is sown.
A life that every one can own
A part that every one must face.
Its' ups and downs is but a way,
Of telling you what world you make
If it was true or was it fake,
It makes your destiny that you sway.
For life is but an irony
It teaches you what's in your past.
For you can learn or you can just
Ignore it from all your memory.
Yet life is just a passing dream,
But somehow it will end and soon
Its' end could always be a boon
Or it could only be a scheme.
And yet as death do so enfold
Relief does come as it occurs.
For in the end it just incurs
To be of fame or just untold.
Yet death is just a simple thief
That lurks behind in every life,
And strikes unknowest in its strife
No matter what was your belief.
So now I wish this life to mend
Thus I could rest and be so blessed.
To stop a life I have possessed
And so at last this life would end.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Here I stand.
My mortal soul naked and imperfect
My weathered hand stained with the guilt of a human life.
I have nothing.
Nothing to my name but the worth of my words.
I offer you not the stars or the moon.
Not a passion that incurs fame,
Not stability, nor safety.
I offer you the colour and whirlwind of my soul.
In all its grotesque beauty,
In all its untamed rhythm.
Here I stand.
A vulnerable creature
A plagued creature.
I have nothing.
Nothing but the warmth of my soul.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC
Sad wounded incurs,
Soldier— trigger happy dead,
Just like a good dog.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
I've finally realized my worst nightmare.
All it took was reading something that was always there
hidden in the recesses of someone else's mind,
written down for yours and mine
to process and enjoy, relate to then forget
as we continue down the rabbit hole of online.
But this story, this time, seemed to stick.
I've met my greatest fear, the panic it incurs.
The breathlessness. The blurriness. The helplessness.
merely from the though of it...
to forget
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Every lie incurs a debt to the truth,
Oppression runs down the cheeks of our children,
For what is greatness when built on the foundations of weakness,
What is progress when it’s cost is greater than its accomplishments,
Every domino accelerates the damage,
Voices are silenced,
Honesty gets mistaken for betrayal,
The sacrifice of one can save the lives of the many,
But are you willing to be that one,
To leave a grieving wife,
For your children to grow up fatherless,
The sacrifice of the one - is a sacrifice of many,
What is the blind perseverance to never admit mistakes,
It doesn’t show strength or determination,
Only arrogant denial at the cost of a nation,
And even when the castles crumble,
And their walls lay waste in the seas of time,
Even then those responsible take no responsibility,
Even then the red blood of the innocent stains the steps of their red sanctuary,
Even then the world looks on in wonder,
What is this lunacy we call law and order,
When the orders are given by those that create the law.
I apologise for the daily desecration of my people,
I look on in hope that a brighter day will come,
And I pray that somewhere there is a justice,
For all of this.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
Rock is cause, and effect!
An amusing traveler answered with a smile.
Letting out a chuckle, I asked how so?
Reaching his hand for a rock from the street,
He rolled, it stopped after a moment.
He looked at me in the eyes, then walked away.
It was then, I understood.
Exerting force upon it, causes it to roll.
Where it lands, is effects…
Sowing a seed incurs cause.
Returning next summer, a sprout took its place.
— this is effect.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
A Crown of Thorns worn to bed,
Woe betide the swollen head,
****** is he who knows it all
For entitlement’s no birthright call.
Hangs like cloak of stone cement
Endowing wearer nothing spent
Entombing wearer, largely, doomed
Expectations now entombed
Few measure up to mark of man
Most spread the wings to seek the span
Encompass more than ever thought
But expensive shortfalls cheaply bought.
Out of limelight into shade,
Entitled shroud is richly flayed
With overtures of self- import,
Obsequiously seen, as sport…
By other pigs who seek the Crown
Intent on tearing your realm down.
For jealousy incurs an ire
Against you, who dares conspire,
Entitlement as rightful claim
And all within, your ****** domain.
Oh the fires of jealousy
Burn bright with searing heat
And the pangs of hate come bubbling forth
On cloven, reptile feet,
And what was once was pure and good
Is now, then, dark as sin
And the Gods of Mars and Neptune
Both, with war, come barreling in.
For human nature simmers, hot,
Despite restraint’s cold hand
All preconception, caste aside
Who stays the battle plan….???
What works, though quite irrational,
Is the quiet word of She
Who has determined that this impasse
Serves no man’s sanity
And on threat of dire withholding
Of Country Matters near,
Extracted, a mute fury,
But a truce, without a tear.
There was laughter in the ale house
Relief in the stall,
Where the horses fed on ignorance
But some men knew it all.
They all played their cards so quietly
With realizations calming stand
When Entitlement yelled, "an early night"
And cashed in his winning hand.
M.
February 3 2021
Taranaki NZ
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC