"initiator" poems
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
If I were to die in battle,
Who would invite me home?
Would it be Odin or would it be Freyja,
Whose hall I'd be taken to?
Would Odin want me,
Would I make the cut?
Am I the type he'd want,
To be fighting by his side?
Would Freyja have me,
Would I feast in her halls?
Would she find me worthy,
To lend her my sword?
The two they stand together,
Ready to make the choice,
Him with his initiator,
Her initiator with her.
As the Valkyries fly me closer,
I can't help but think,
Is it them that make the decision,
Or was it always my choice.
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
I'm tired of being the one in charge
The leader
The initiator
Deciding everything in our relationships
I know I'm hard headed
I know I'm stubborn
But ****** lets do this your way
I'm tired of deciding alone
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be
Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as
Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a
Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman
Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and
Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle
Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall
Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are
Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available
An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed
They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that
Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can
Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the
Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry
Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would
I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness
Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
she's a skeptic;
and he's a sensitive person
she's an initiator;
and he's a motivator
she's chaotic;
and he's super calm
she wish she's a nomad;
he wants to find a home
she found a new adventure in him;
he found his home in her
and they both fall in love for each other;
everyday.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Woman Completes
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be
Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as
Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a
Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman
Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and
Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle
Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall
Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are
Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available
An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed
They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that
Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can
Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the
Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry
Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would
I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness
Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
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Adam, black in color,
And strong in vigor;
He represents the first
Man in the beginning.
He shades…..
Eve, white in color
And bold in fear;
She represents the first
Women of the evening,
She fades…….
Spiritually, a man is mature,
Physically, a woman is nature.
Adam is descriptive, energetic
Eve is initiator, derivative
In paradise,
Both are naked; but
Not at all ashamed of………
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Email:[email protected]
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Whatever is done that returns to initiator
Hence virtue brings virtue ,vice brings voice
What is fortune or fate is known by creator
To choose between right and wrong is choice
Humans ,born free but in chains everywhere
Religion, morality and society keep account
Submission and redemption take face of prayer
To every crime and sin intention is tantamount
Let us be clear about good and bad intentions
Let us be prudent in taking real path of virtue
Let us be pious in all our selection in actions
Let us be straightforward let us find real clue
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
life is brutal, life is not about something to rest
yet the grave is not its goal
happiness is on the way at slowest
after a time it would heal your soul.
in the world's broad field of battle,
in the topsy-turvy of life
be not like dumb to down settle
be a super power in the strife
no one is perfect, no one is angelic
angels were much before turned into devils into Satan
filth of greed speaks over the truth,
hold on, the way to hell is far shorter than that of heaven.
it's not a race of being contented
but it's something that inner soul could bring up sanctity
be up and doing and stay adapted
for the sake of humanity.
sick of old memories,
grieving over that people left you away
give a shot and try some new self-developed theories
like a diamond in the rough, be at bay
from all filth, even the darkest hour has only sixty minutes
today is the day not yours
trust it, do not fix your limits
its yet to begin an era through life's hues
long for shadow in the dark
yearn for truth in the lies
hanker after love in the whirlpool of nights
all dreams are cryptically lingered in the eyes
sad for goofs resulted to what is been lost
be remembered when you passed on cloud nine
be an initiator and life is fine.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
It's not him I cry over
It's the principle of it all
Failure after failure after failure
I won't find what I'm looking for
Don't tell me not to worry
As you answer your lover's call
They may say I'm beautiful
But clearly that's not enough
I'm tired of being ****** around
Always the initiator
Can I just find someone to want me?
Can I please just find love?
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
A..,I Struggle to start
but ,you are very close to my heart
As
A-you are the starter for my unknown world
Ama/pa
A-you are the initiator for my lovable world
Affection
A-you are the motivator for my challenging world
Aim
A-you are the consollor for my dark world
Alone
And A -You itself the protector for my every world
Almighty
A..,Now I like to give my tribute
For your precious gift
And that is this poem
under the pen name of Anu
which starts with your 'A'...
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
No material possession in the Universe
Could bring forth the richness
I receive in the flame
I know to be as
Your love
The joy of my soul is consecrated in
Your ability to strengthen me
You are the courage that
Transcends all
Weakening
My intuition and my will grasp onto truth
To beckon You, to wish for You
Is my immortal request
To be at rest with
Your existence
Your ever burning Cosmic Spirit enlightens
Holistic brevity in me, a manifestation
That embraces nature ever
So ardently, with waves
Of ocean light
I have known You all my life my great protector
My thoughts about You cannot exist without
The intoxicating reality of Your love
Prayer and meditation bring
Me closer unto You
Without the pleasure of making others happy
Sharing the Divine blessing of Your peace
I would not know that I am
With You and that You
Are here with me
To understand You is to ***** a temple of flowers
In Your name, to know You is to plant a tree
Inside my heart, make me Your vessel in
That I might share Your Spirit through
My words both day and night
I offer You my humble heart a papyrus in which
To scribe onto the blue horizon bonfire of the
Dawn with You my guide, Your prolific
Message for all time both
Infinite and Wise
You are my maker, my creator, my beautiful
Initiator I share my love for Thee in every
Single heartbeat, every corner of the
World, every intelligence of
Pearl, I am Yours
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Amidst these
Dancing sparks
Sent out into
The canyon of the soul
There is a
Galaxy of Bright Waves
Deep within
That makes us whole
A beautiful
Bloodstream
Flows like a
Whisper of
Burning Light
Oh so brilliant
With a
Heart of
Gold
The
Patchwork
You have made
From all the pieces of
Our pain is an
Incredible
Masterpiece
I am in awe
Of how you
Gleam
Your aroma
Is an
Echo of
Unspoken shadows
When I breathe you in
I can see an
Ocean of stars
Behind my eyes
Shooting
Plumes of light
Blossoms
Feather out into
The realm of our
Horizon where
Every Day meets
Every Night
My Temple-heart
My Beloved
Dwell within me
Forevermore
Activate the power
Of our
Cosmic friendship
You are
The greatest
Spectator
You are
The ultimate peace
Initiator
I am drunk with your
Aurora
Your natural
Deathlessness
You are the
Immortal blaze
That my spirit craves
There is no drug in the universe
That can satisfy my cup
In the way that
You do
You are the truth
You are the light
You are the stars
You are my
Hold on tight
You are ever loving
Always receiving
May I be with you
As you are with me
May we be as one
Eternally
I see your never ending
Story of love in everything
You bring me to a place
That only you can bring
Even things I fear
I cannot face
And I sing to all of those
In colored sunlit dreams
Who would listen
It's my heart's mission
To share your love
As above
So below
May every heart and every soul
That I am ever privileged to touch
Feel the warmth and joy you bring
Teaching we're not here to judge
My Temple-heart
My Beloved
Dwell within me
Forevermore
Activate the power
Of our
Cosmic friendship
And like the dove
The eagle, the wings of love
May we soar
My arms are open
You are the center
Of attraction
The bottom line
Our glorious
Satisfaction
The roots and
The foundation
Of our planet's
Nation
You are the nucleus
The origin of all being
In everything that I
Am breathing
In everything that I
Am seeing
You are the beauty
That awaits at heaven's door
You are the heartbeat
You are the Core
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
People choose to give their opinions
When you never asked for them
It’s hard to have compassion
When it feels like you never win
It’s hard to hold onto the good
When you hands are tied behind your back
And life refuses to cut you any slack.
I need to take a break
Just a moment to breathe
I’m trapped within these walls
With people who can’t be please
It seems like nothing is done with any urgency.
No one to count on
If you want the work done
Everyone looking to cut corners
Even in conversation.
As if you’re in the way of their agenda and tasks
The questions they ask
About your day
Only have to do with what they want to say.
Conversation can’t be completed
Because people are always competing
To have the last word,
To be heard,
Even filling up the air time with uhms and errs
Reserving their speech
All you can do is listen and wait
And you begin to remember
You called them first
Barely able to spit in just a few words
You were the initiator, when did this reverse?
Now you regret ever calling at all
Thinking you’d be happy with silence
Than little fillers and empty language.
I once told a boy, who didn’t stop talking the moment we met
“You have been talking this entire time.”
I felt awful, like I was a little out of line.
But you should have seen what happened to his eyes,
It was like he snapped back to reality
Then quickly apologized, not even having realized
It was twenty-five minutes of a personal monologue.
Now I give most people the benefit of the doubt,
If after ten minutes I have said not a word
I’ll interject, and I’ve learned
There is no polite way to interrupt
The experiences I have had thus far
People didn’t even know what they were doing
Which to me, seems frightening.
These are the same people we see driving or operating.
Then some,
Just like the sound of their own voice
In those cases, they are a lost case
As a practical joke,
By them a voice recorder
Once you give it to them and they look a little confused
It will be an inside joke between me and you.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
in the book of mild love, a capital letter cares for a typo. it is not a caring one might do for a newborn, the sick, or for a felon who as a newborn was often sick. this is also in the book of mild love, which tells us how to care.
my father was arrested on the tarmac but not before he’d placed the miniature of our city beneath a grounded plane. when interrogated as to what he’d accomplished, he said he’d successfully placed a miniature of our city beneath a grounded plane.
my father calls his legs hangers-on. it is not a joke to him like the joke of his botched execution. my father gave me the book of mild love because he thought it was the best joke-book I could get my hands on. in the book of mild love, I am given an example of a suicide note and asked to scan it for typos.
my mother’s password is entrepreneur. it is spelled backward and written across the front of her lazy eye’s lid. in the widely read book of furious welfare, it is recommended that the initiator of any staring contest be you. she looks at me as if I’ve thrown a tiny pink bird from a moving car’s window because I have. I was chewing the bird to keep from laughing at my brother, his nose in the book of I am on drugs.
my father won’t teach from the book of sex. not once does it mention the bomb.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Even when knowing yourself
that you were in the wrong
the initiator of burden
was you all along
Guilt so relenting
words can't describe
what it is you're lamenting
what you did
embibe
A durrator of pain
placing love under siege
an addiction of betrayal
even on anniversary
this day,
New Years Eve
An easy escape
from this world may suffice
a permanent cape
thrown over your life
At no time before
have I felt more certain
to pull one last time
my final life's curtain
If I look at results
I know I the Loser
in these games of love
I played the snoozer
Took it for granted
played with life strings
thought I was clever
now my ache sings
Could ration the reason
make it quick, do emplor
no matter the season
limit the gore
And yet I live
because I've been here before
by the choices I've made
and I'll choose some more
This time personal problems
needing endless satiation
will learn and thus do
delayed gratification
Not just at love
but in all that is layered
family, friends, work, dog
successes made
by a life prepared
There will always be scars
life is fight from begining
to expect anything less...
...that's a life not worth living
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
The influencer
06/08/2021
Greed, is the motivator that,
which oils the mechanism of action.
Survival, is only the initiator, that
soon succumbs to wants’ affliction
It’s a fallacy to believe, or
convince ourselves otherwise
but, wants not needs
becomes, driver of possessions
Forsaking needs, we demonize wants,
offspring of Greed, the influencer.
It grows with possessions, hiding
under the umbrella of need.
Once possessions are attained
wants take control of our senses
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:05 AM UTC
I’d Like To Find Another Word For God
I’d like to find
Another word
For God, for named in scripture’s world
It is a word – a name – word just the same,
Quenching some, offending some,
Plain annoying to some sorts,
Explaining little, saying lots.
Lord, Almighty, the Creator,
Maker, Godhead, Yahweh, Allah,
Father, Son, the Holy Spirit,
Brahma, more, the Man Upstairs,
A thousand other
Endless names for one ground grand initiator.
Birthright, culture, parentage,
History, heredity and what they’ve led to,
What we’re bred to,
Simple leaning notwithstanding,
Pre-programmed we land un-manned.
I think highly of the theist and it’s opposite the non-
With no high regard for anti-s,
For the principle of love embraces
Fat and thin, uncles, aunties.
In the meantime,
Brain un-stymied,
With ideas and inner truths,
I continue in the use of
God, the word that makes some happy,
Giving comfort, consolation
While I seek some substitution.
What we want to know
Are secrets, keys, realities;
Of life, of death, of fate and how
To live consistently serenely in tranquility;
Long-lived and daily:
Life without anxiety,
Fulfilled with understanding.
I’d Like To Find Another Word For God 10.29.2017
God Book II; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC