"innervation" poems
A slow break in the monotony,
As low whispers fill my eyes.
There is a silence on the air with a subtle cruelty,
Redolent of my most feverish nights.
Impressionable though you are,
The fierce desire of each night spent lying awake so the coarse memory of your skin may plague my mind.
The Kiss never seemed so haunting,
So deathly.
I can't believe it would look as I feel even today.
I drink the remedy in silence,
But not tranquility.
Complacency is a mistaken innervation.
Jaded though widely perceived as infallible truth.
Divinity is as tranquility strives to be,
For I have witnessed your gaze,
And know it to be true.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Innervation kidnapped reality
Stark vibes nimbly scoured verity
From the hands of universality
Innervation kidnapped reality
At the forefront of totality
Paradise delivered clarity
Innervation kidnapped reality
Stark vibes nimbly scoured verity
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
I believe that the world has a power
One that may be shared
Through the knowledge and possession
Of Love
It seems that only some may obtain such a power
As Love
And even fewer, the knowledge to obtain it
Loves takes the power of not one, but two hearts
The complete paramountcy over two souls
Some endeavor to find ways around such sovereignty
To the miscalculation of their true proprietorship
They do not posses this mystical innervation
They are merely yet another of the most. naive.
"I may not be smart
But I know what love is"
It is heartbreaking
Some spend their lifespan in a lie
They believe a little hard work
Will cut them some slack
We have known for centuries
Of its true existence
And in days of old
They had no media
To forge the name of love
Love corrupts
Those who are possessed
Those who forged
Are plainly destructed
They conjecture that their efforts
Will compensate for the lack of connection
A castigation is placed
A sad tale is repeated
No love exists
As such that I have
You will know
When you can argue with such a statement
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
You need to learn to live and learn to love
Ain't many opportunities to get a hug for the ones you love
Cause one day they be gone
And so will you life ain't that long
So make everything count that comes around
Dap a pound of love so you won't hit the around
Life is to short to be sad and mad
Wish of all the things that you wish you had
You need to get out and get some
Ain't no chances in life but just one
So take it, replace it
To a new innervation
They say yolo but is that the meaning of life
you only live once well I guess that right
But you need to stop doing all the drugy ****
Finish school sit back a study the ****
Pass the class with flying colors
Don't give a **** about a ************
and you'll be good
gangster while you smart still keep it hood
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
you secretly read this
waiting for reassurance,
but without cause.
time crawls away
leaving no trace of tenderness
or any raw innervation.
please leave,
for I am tired.
I am tired.
t.m.v
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
In a world of many Nations
With different forms of emotions
Rated in it's own notions
Mood rule Perception
Misconception dresses perfection
Choices draw in the innervation
My feeling is my happiness
In my world of openness
full of peacefulness
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
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the rain stops after ever so long the natural wonder that once expanded before a scathing innervation now terrifies me that which is most natural feels alien as we are consumed by destructive urges
all is fine the president elect bids you good night if one stands all must stand if one falls all must stand we are them, they are not we they are them, they are not
when time stills the last drop falls the mystics will chant the totem is defamed the public will riot the idols corrupted the public rioting when louder and louder we shout harder they fall there is no brokerage there is no remorse the agenda ruthlessness abets ruthlessness
heresy heresy scream ****** gore cries the alternative apostate as the writhing throng holds aloft born again citizens of the state live love the state grand overarching messianic typification bred of indignation give gluttony give sacrifice and all stab through the iris of all those winking third eyes the wall of fire hundreds of metres tall tsunami crushing all deplorables sent swimming through the city wipe the slate Mr. Clean the state of the filth,
let all who whisper lie furtive in the darkness, for anew in the light they will hang at the gallows marching forth unbowed the eruption leaves fertile soil hail all hail hail or sink in the mire as the housings of the pantheon are built atop the sepulchral delta
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
I ***** my tongue
on the tip of this query
I drink salt-water from the goblet
through dry cracked lips
for surely it must follow
because I am lead by the nose
by sickening diaphanous rhythms,
coerced to contort
how flagrant must be my penitence
transcendental in inverse,
from upon my oaken tower
pitched, tarred and alight!
shall I make fetishes of my motions
maybe I will castrate myself on public television
cackling madly into the broadcast
bearing the thorny fruits of my loom aloft
I do not know where to go
this does not seem like my home
I feel alien
I swallow too much air
there is a dullness to all edges
I hear breaking glass in every noise
what paralytic sickness is this
that not innervation but violence possesses me
I would be the wolf that eats the world
and not the seeds in every pod
but the sun also rises
so the wolf does lie
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC