"ineradicable" poems - Hello Poetry

Looking through a complex eye poisoned by countless vials of nitroglycerin the world sings a familiar tune of an ineradicable human urge for lethal conflict. A world view of culturally intolerant tyrants and a place where Robin Hood does not exist, instead his former self sits wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity. Society now aids the pauper, who is but a superficial vagabond sitting intrigued by hopeless people from distant lands. As the innocent of Beirut lie murdered the reaper tastes regret, while bank accounts paint self portraits instilled by ephemeral yet righteous morality. Dangerously speeding through the lanes of life to make it home just before it rains; the world all encompassing is never the concern. Halos hover above diet pills dressed in simple linens for everything is an easy fix; lies, hatred, ignorance, and blatant evil, all can be fixed by ignoring the even lies (the even lines that lie above).

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Jul 7, 2010

Jul 7, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC

john-hosack

Dissonant Livelihood

Looking through a complex eye poisoned by countless vials of nitroglycerin the world sings a familiar tune of an ineradicable human urge for lethal conflict. A world view of culturally intolerant tyrants and a place where Robin Hood does not exist, instead his former self sits wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity. Society now aids the pauper, who is but a superficial vagabond sitting intrigued by hopeless people from distant lands. As the innocent of Beirut lie murdered the reaper tastes regret, while bank accounts paint self portraits instilled by ephemeral yet righteous morality. Dangerously speeding through the lanes of life to make it home just before it rains; the world all encompassing is never the concern. Halos hover above diet pills dressed in simple linens for everything is an easy fix; lies, hatred, ignorance, and blatant evil, all can be fixed by ignoring the even lies (the even lines that lie above).

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I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself. The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager. Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel. Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner; The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle. You delivered me my unfathomable killer- A ineradicable form of justice. My sacramental, misjudgment of a thrill gone astray. Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days. I stand before the wall as a simple thrall. Dirt and grime painting my nails. I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb. Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me. To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death. I am ready. The bringer on the rise.

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC

Nickel

The bringer on the rise.

I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself. The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager. Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel. Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner; The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle. You delivered me my unfathomable killer- A ineradicable form of justice. My sacramental, misjudgment of a thrill gone astray. Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days. I stand before the wall as a simple thrall. Dirt and grime painting my nails. I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb. Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me. To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death. I am ready. The bringer on the rise.

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The ineffaceable stain Allegorical refrain Dictates the wily antidotes for a newfound sane They hector from a distance Muted but militant resistance magical hobgoblins the lifeblood of their persistence Heterodoxy enters the stage Cognizant of ignominy, a potent repressed rage Succor sought, corporate media bought A pyrrhic limelight is certainly not what was sought I defer to dignified exemplars I confer with callous company at vapid bars Concluding thereby the inverse proportionality of authenticity to success The articulations of divinity imply rigidity sweltering soul burgeoning with light sweating an evanescent humidity If blind before, partial and total sight reconstitute the core omnipresent paparazzi deplores Past pities insuperable even with pithy witty Future pieties irrelevant to ineradicable ignominy and purported dignity Cupid and cupidity must be related because gold-diggers alerted to my fair share would be elated Begrudged at every tick, tantalized by a slow torture lurid flit I cast my ambitions into the fathomless depths I amass provisions for a restive hibernation, enduring schlep Redemptive powers yet articulated Should ease the prospects of being matriculated But is cloistered suffering an inexcusable plight When the deep coffers derelict a modest gesture of making grievous inequities once again right? Must I swim to distant shores Past the barnacles beneath and the urchins on submerged sand, very sore Landmines at the beach, pantomimes and their garbled preach Past scattershot invective fortified by intransigent misers of conscience, the balmy resort out of reach. Bleak bleats, meek feats, good eats I think it is about time for a tyrannical psychology to let me off the incapacitating leash, letting me focus on actions rather than on incomprehensible speech

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Jan 4, 2016

Jan 4, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

iamslegend233

Begrudged at Every Tick

The ineffaceable stain Allegorical refrain Dictates the wily antidotes for a newfound sane They hector from a distance Muted but militant resistance magical hobgoblins the lifeblood of their persistence Heterodoxy enters the stage Cognizant of ignominy, a potent repressed rage Succor sought, corporate media bought A pyrrhic limelight is certainly not what was sought I defer to dignified exemplars I confer with callous company at vapid bars Concluding thereby the inverse proportionality of authenticity to success The articulations of divinity imply rigidity sweltering soul burgeoning with light sweating an evanescent humidity If blind before, partial and total sight reconstitute the core omnipresent paparazzi deplores Past pities insuperable even with pithy witty Future pieties irrelevant to ineradicable ignominy and purported dignity Cupid and cupidity must be related because gold-diggers alerted to my fair share would be elated Begrudged at every tick, tantalized by a slow torture lurid flit I cast my ambitions into the fathomless depths I amass provisions for a restive hibernation, enduring schlep Redemptive powers yet articulated Should ease the prospects of being matriculated But is cloistered suffering an inexcusable plight When the deep coffers derelict a modest gesture of making grievous inequities once again right? Must I swim to distant shores Past the barnacles beneath and the urchins on submerged sand, very sore Landmines at the beach, pantomimes and their garbled preach Past scattershot invective fortified by intransigent misers of conscience, the balmy resort out of reach. Bleak bleats, meek feats, good eats I think it is about time for a tyrannical psychology to let me off the incapacitating leash, letting me focus on actions rather than on incomprehensible speech

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two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC

Laokos

anemic albino animus

two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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A demure river converges with the sea and turns into a scepter of intrepidity. My eyes try to follow every ebbing wave into the strands of illimitable resurrection. The wind carries the clouds toward a ruffled terrain and turns sunshine into rain. Reckless movements seem to convey the act of solicitous tenderness. A forsaken lighthouse on a deserted island tries to revitalize the ship that never arrived. The enlightenment seems to brighten up its separateness From the world of decreasing congeniality. The resplendent pasture seems to absorb the colour from the verdant trees. Scintillating dewdrops variegate the cusp of the grass like an exhilarating crown. The inaudible murmur of pastoral life wraps the passing day in its tranquil impeccability. The lucent stars seem to burn the vacuousness of night with its satiating fire. Nature seems to have become the harbinger of my lost words That long ago manifested my dauntless but wretched love for you. The uncanny omnipresence of the unbarred memories seems to amalgamate The unreciprocated past and the abeyant present. Stirring thoughts in an invigorating mind seem to lose its scrupulousness In the midst of these harrowing days of ruthless truthfulness. The metaphors of nature seem to have juxtaposed with the feeble pieces of my fragile heart. The ineradicable retrospection of moon-sharing nights seem to have emerged From the irreducible darkness around me. The twinkling shadows of inseparable hearts seem to converge Into the enticing hills of the unlit valley. The honest moon seems to have lost its sagaciousness in the night of relinquished lovers. The closing day is enamored of the festering odor of onrushing annihilation. The transcendental road to salvation merges into the heath of transcalent despondency.

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC

SayantanDasgupta

Pessimistic Renascence

A demure river converges with the sea and turns into a scepter of intrepidity. My eyes try to follow every ebbing wave into the strands of illimitable resurrection. The wind carries the clouds toward a ruffled terrain and turns sunshine into rain. Reckless movements seem to convey the act of solicitous tenderness. A forsaken lighthouse on a deserted island tries to revitalize the ship that never arrived. The enlightenment seems to brighten up its separateness From the world of decreasing congeniality. The resplendent pasture seems to absorb the colour from the verdant trees. Scintillating dewdrops variegate the cusp of the grass like an exhilarating crown. The inaudible murmur of pastoral life wraps the passing day in its tranquil impeccability. The lucent stars seem to burn the vacuousness of night with its satiating fire. Nature seems to have become the harbinger of my lost words That long ago manifested my dauntless but wretched love for you. The uncanny omnipresence of the unbarred memories seems to amalgamate The unreciprocated past and the abeyant present. Stirring thoughts in an invigorating mind seem to lose its scrupulousness In the midst of these harrowing days of ruthless truthfulness. The metaphors of nature seem to have juxtaposed with the feeble pieces of my fragile heart. The ineradicable retrospection of moon-sharing nights seem to have emerged From the irreducible darkness around me. The twinkling shadows of inseparable hearts seem to converge Into the enticing hills of the unlit valley. The honest moon seems to have lost its sagaciousness in the night of relinquished lovers. The closing day is enamored of the festering odor of onrushing annihilation. The transcendental road to salvation merges into the heath of transcalent despondency.

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To compensate for (A -Z) ineradicable alphanumeric character flaws (i.e. mutations of body or mind,) and avoid amass sing wracking up vexatiously undesirable threatening class action lawsuit against Matthew Scott Harris, which preliminary measure taken to avoid disembarrass sing said individual as a majorly flawed individual literal shortcomings of body, mind and spirit, the metier of writing doth encompass a creative realm to trump geomorphology, sans groundmass at the unsolicited expense (mine alter ego i.e. worst critic) will gleefully find, and expose grammatical, misspelling, spelling, et cetera errors to harass glommed together with isinglass hop, skip and jumping to appear as a ******* whereat no respect able collegiate lass would give a fig about me, one totally tubular royal morass, which expert anthropologists stumped asper nonclass if eye able **** sapiens mutant ninja turtle case in point being his wanting in height not e'en pass sing the six foot mark plus mental illness perhaps traceable to besotted cognitive damage inherited predecessors quaffing an overdose of quass made obvious peering at resulting Ct scan results viewed via microscopic spyglass revealing abnormal amygdala automatically designating his aptitude underclass among average human with mettlesome Zeusian brass.

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Jul 7, 2018

Jul 7, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Lurching Toward Grammatical Perfectionism

To compensate for (A -Z) ineradicable alphanumeric character flaws (i.e. mutations of body or mind,) and avoid amass sing wracking up vexatiously undesirable threatening class action lawsuit against Matthew Scott Harris, which preliminary measure taken to avoid disembarrass sing said individual as a majorly flawed individual literal shortcomings of body, mind and spirit, the metier of writing doth encompass a creative realm to trump geomorphology, sans groundmass at the unsolicited expense (mine alter ego i.e. worst critic) will gleefully find, and expose grammatical, misspelling, spelling, et cetera errors to harass glommed together with isinglass hop, skip and jumping to appear as a ******* whereat no respect able collegiate lass would give a fig about me, one totally tubular royal morass, which expert anthropologists stumped asper nonclass if eye able **** sapiens mutant ninja turtle case in point being his wanting in height not e'en pass sing the six foot mark plus mental illness perhaps traceable to besotted cognitive damage inherited predecessors quaffing an overdose of quass made obvious peering at resulting Ct scan results viewed via microscopic spyglass revealing abnormal amygdala automatically designating his aptitude underclass among average human with mettlesome Zeusian brass.

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