"inducer" poems
You are not a teacher.
You are a:
wisdom-imparter
confidence-booster,
esteem-increaser,
fun-creator,
book-reader,
essay-writer,
dedication-inspirer,
love-definer,
joy-inducer,
enthusiasm-evoker,
wonder-explorer,
beauty-demonstrator,
knowledge-sharer,
thrill-designer,
truth-teller,
excitement-architect,
student-encourager,
A friend.
You are not a teacher.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Quiet tension
sounds ceased in class
except for the dull hum
of angered electronics
Secret tension
that angry face
glaring at me
inside the mirror
Quiet tension
a silent alarm
the bank robbed
all the loot taken
Secret Tension
a voodoo doll
put to its rest
the face removed
finally inactive
Secrets
all made public
a facebook post
told by alcohol
Secrets turning
to known facts
like the spies
found in their homes
The game changer
the fear inducer
the noise bringer
The tension is gone
leaving pain instead
and it is here to stay
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
A leitmotif of your average smug **** is a proverb here and there.
Spouting them off like the receptor has no care.
Their evidential naivety is blatant and almost impossible to bear.
As an audience member you can do nothing but hide your malevolence and stare.
******* in maxims that are apparently laced with benevolence and care.
You know the kind of oxygen waster I’m referring to.
The type of person that watches BBC 4 and likes tofu.
The kind that does the Financial Times So-fucking-Do-Ku.
Look I’m just saying that clichés annoy me.
I’m not asking you to love me, give me a reach around or employ me.
In fact you don’t even have to enjoy me as I tell you of things that matter not.
Suture yourself hypothetically to a geographically different mind. That mind being mine, oh that maverick-esque mischievous mind of mine, looking at this from my perspective.
In my transcendental endeavours to rid the clichéd ridden world of the afore mentioned adjective.
In the opposite of anachronistic times, we might successfully, surreptitiously rid the world of moral coated rhymes.
We can do this; all it takes is a few. One of which needs to be you.
Break out from being solipsistic, even the blind, the meek, the autistic, those that besmirch the edge of coffee cups with their lipstick.
Yes, I mean you. Here is what to do…
The next time someone spouts off a cliché, punish them, make them listen to an album by “Hearsay.”
If someone says “An Apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Then simply say, Steve Jobs had thousands and the here’s the definite answer, that consumerism inducer still died of cancer.
If a woman says “When I say jump. You say how high!” Don’t even cogitate to pardon her.
If the grass is always greener on the other side – shoot your ******* gardener.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Electrifying insides much deeper than skin
Rekindling the temple's flame that burns away perceived sin
& Shine in a new light while a new life begins
Into the pond I saw beyond
This span that exists currently
Left me then, besides dread, was the sense of urgency
Along with the notion of taking things so personally
Now's a good time for a lot more breathing
and a lot less worrying
Give me some zaps that will act as a lucid inducer
Insane synapse blasts across my tribal mind maps
Programming much faster than a supercomputer
Inside the Youniverse, past mask diffuser
Crafting within the infinite,
Based on each individual intention
Everything changes from each shift in perception
Let all the walls fall releasing the demons in the form of apprehension
You're beautiful the way you are, a floating eyedea of perfection~
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
This is creation
i have lost all hope in gravity
hanging here from the bottom of the world
on a million miles of dental floss
i have simply lost
struggling to fight at any cost
I am a toast
to a sober night
the inducer of plight
i can't write anymore
this is not me
it is the last fiber in my existent being
I no longer exist
I'm at the end of my whits
the beginning of vast nothing
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
There exists no
euphoria inducer
quite like
being
in the state
of love.
The state of,
being in love
is the only
thing that
could make
me
happy.
this,
leads me to
constantly
falling in love,
in love with
a scenery,
in love with
a moment,
in love with
staring at
the stars.
Though,
i suspect
it is easier
to fill the dark
with dark,
then to fill
the dark with
love.
-a.j.Leon
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC