"intelligently" poems
I am a supreme
Light framed being
Who leaves ferrari's
In the dust
I am sorry for your
Jealousy as I am
Totally terrific
And love wearing
My fabulous coat
Fiercely independent I
Imprint the air with
My personal spots
My proud individuality
Nothing out of reach
I wait for something to inspire
As I hunt lightly
Positioning intelligently
And quickly
Pads on fire
I grab the ground
As I grip the world
With the sharpest claw
As evolving and revolving
Forces compel me with desire
My vibrant cells flicker
Waiting for the right trigger
Spinning and twisting
They collapse into air
As I rush and rush
chasing and chasing
My focus still like stone
Lands lightly like a feather
As I am clear as
Diamond or glass
Empty of thoughts I am a tunnel
The wind blows through
As I run and run
Soft and agile
I can quickly change
Direction or pace
Perfect balance my
Tail acts as a fulcrum
It is as though a
Silver thread was attached
From high up in heaven
Moving on an electric circuit
I am lightning through the air
Stretching like elastic
Expanding into spaces
I become a mile long
Reaching and Reaching
Into proud new places
Slipping through the air
As though someone
Had oiled my hair
I slide weightless
Air born on ice skates
As I catch my hare
With her swiftness
We find she lifts us
With her fire we catch desire
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
VISION
You can only dream what you envision,
You can only envision what you really desire to be,
You will only achieve what you,
Honestly,
Realistically,
Passionately,
Assertively,
Intelligently,
And sometimes desperately pursue.
Be it unto me.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
I'm at a place where the gangsters greet
they come together like crackers and cheese
at the table they speak
over coffee they preach
their opinion on the economy
peace and war
carried out intelligently
I see and see
all these old men, well older than me
who came here to discuss
matters that do not pertain to me
slick talkers, joke crackers, wise guys, old guys,
new kids on the come up
anxious from the sun up
all in the midst of a local diner
where the buffalo roam
the herd travels together
to mix the latest words
I wonder what they're doing
the business they're discussing
this is the place where they meet
the gangsters of the city
in here they're at peace
but to educate the street
it's violence they teach
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
You enter
Riding on a soundtrack of rising blood pressure and self defeat
Every conversation kills itself at the sight of you;
A joke not quite worth telling, that no one would laugh at anyway
Every eye stops to stare at you
An aging car crash of a human
Wrecked and painted in dried blood
Seducing onlookers with a rinky-dink smile
Missing the convenient yellow caution tape that tells you life stops here
You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
That wasn't much there in the first place
**In the mirror you see dirt
And you can't wash it away**, no matter how hard you try
***Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die***
Unintelligently designed
Your stupidity is almost genius
You blame others for mishaps that you have gained
Your sickness a silent auction
Anyone could have caught it
Infectious Anonymous
Attended every week
And yet you're still so pathetic
you don't accept you're a disease worse than any flare up that could take hold
You don't know how to recognize the facts that you've been told
You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
That wasn't much there in the first place
**In the mirror you see dirt
And you can't wash it away**, no matter how hard you try
***Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die***
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Okay, so you waltz right in
Wearing this summery white shirt
Slightly but tantalisingly
See-through, and if that wasn't enough,
You do your little forearm display show
By intelligently folding your sleeves
And then you expect me to be careful
Because you don't want a crease?
Darling, you can't have the best of all worlds.
So, while I do my thing,
Excuse me, please.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
To
know love
is to be certain that
our locked gaze holds an intangible truth that words could never do justice.
The same way your stable palm
cupping my cheek makes the shadows
dance for more sunshine.
My heart finds it difficult
to make a logical appeal to my brain,
because the way you look at me is
unexplainable,
the way I feel when you squeeze my thigh is
irrational,
and the way we love is
enigmatic
To know with certainty
is to get lost in your eyes and be joyfully surprised that you always find me.
To love is to find felicity
in our mutual surrender to our greatest strength and weakness in each other.
To certainly know love is to discover
the simple satisfaction of your head in my lap,
my hands in your hair and our hearts elated
in a moment of peace.
To know
love certainly is
to feel
the sting of truth and appreciate it.
For without this truth
our locked gaze would not break down walls
that were built over years of pain
preceding this newfound freedom in love
Free to learn and grow without the fear of abandonment or rejection.
What is love if it is not everything
you despise and everything you need
compacted into one ridiculously handsome person with the power to destroy you....
but never could and never would.
For such destruction might
collapse mountains around the world.
Clouds would fall from the sky
Trees would split into two and then
Owls
couldn't perch on branches
to watch over me and you.
To know love is to be intelligently ignorant
To accept the inevitable torment of an equal
Yet refusing to let eachother go.
and
Certainly love
is never certain
But choosing to know love is
certainly, to live
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
The time has come forth to ponder and think,
about the spiritual planes that are reluctantly unforeseen.
Of the dimensions that are surreal to those who use emotion and feel.
The mind creates an undeniable creation that disguises itself to be real.
Enduring and speculating on the thought of consciousness and love;
one will realize the reality of our minds perception defying the dogmatic breeding brawl.
Although our minds potential is finite and cleverly obscured;
we will begin to witness the marching of shooting stars so pure.
Imminently clear, we begin to reach a higher plane of degree.
Meditating to the point where we become one with the universe without plea.
Encompassing the ethereal and uncovering half-truths,
perceiving the ultimate correspondence intelligently and shrewd.
Where will one travel amidst the taunt of death and fear?
To a place that is all well too known, a herd of aimless tears.
Lacrimation will enlighten those when they have fallen in the solstices peak.
To experience a world that was previously known as a philosophical creation by the streams.
Metaphysical questions will mark its toll to the soul who learns to decipher no more.
Otherwise, contentions will cause despair and half truths will then have to bear.
Inducing a different consciousness to a degree not explored before;
one will embark on a alchemic journey of the mental transmutation to the inner soul.
Mental creation spurs the ****** of the universal degree of spirit and mind.
An illusion so concurrent to the law depicted within our eyes alter-mind.
Deception will avail to those who blindly believe they have prevailed;
when attempting to solve the riddle behind the creator of the tale.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Around and around and around we go….
Where CrazyBrain stops nobody knows...
Not even her!
I thought it was only my body he destroyed,
but sadly, while he destroyed my body,
He also destroyed my mind.
And now, every ounce of grey matter
Has been infiltrated with trauma,
Making every thought so distorted,
It is as though it is seen and processed through a carnival mirror.
I still have an above average IQ,
And can speak intelligently much of the time,
But only when it is about logical data
That has no emotional impact on me whatsoever.
Take away the logic, and the statistical data,
And throw in some sort of (ICK) feeling or emotion...
And CrazyBrain takes over and that girl is on a personal mission
To distort and destroy...
And not even kryptonite will stop her!
Around and around and around we go….
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
He held up his umbrella 'gainst the hurricane
...
Trapped in proscribed solutions
Unable to react intelligently
---
Revolution?
(Shall we?)
---
No no !
Walk on
---
Stand naked on the rain?
-
Well yes
That's a start
----
All the umbrellas be blown away!
...
No protection!
.
Now
--
What possibilities are here?
..
Isn't there one thing left to do?
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Your body is very descriptive yeah physically eye can see you're **** as fukk.
But eye need something that will stimulate my third eye (mind). Provide me with nourishment that will feed my thoughts. Gwithoutrains with out given me brains yes eye love when you give me head intelligently. Take off those garments slowly disrobing your self ,mentally. Yeah ythanre sexier then a ***** fukka without those insecurities. Reveal to how your **** brain curves.Your comforting words provide energy,that pull me closer into your celestial currents as eye gravitate deeper into the dephts of your black hole. Eye plunge into your socket tapping into the rare treasures you hold hostage behind those castle walls. Leaving you naked and exposed. Eye need you to plug me in so that I may connect with your soul.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
The memory of what he did brought even more memories to mind
Slow at first but picking up speed, it's all starting to unwind
I don't want to look, I don't want to find
But when I close my eyes there they are right behind
It's been almost a year, but all these thoughts have come rushing in
Because it is mushroom season again
The woods I would have to go within
I always loved to romp about out there,but now thoughts twist and bend
Losing my sanctuary was the greatest sin
Dragging me out to my beautiful wood, so I could be his prey
The feel of the freash damp earth under foot, birds chirping in the trees, I will remember it ALL till my dying day
My hands tied behind my back, it would be easier for him that way
He pushed me to my knees, invading me from behind just like my step daddy did so a ****** I'd stay
He knew it would bring back those memories of my yesterday's
With that veil evil deed, so many things got lost
My woods, singing birds, the river's bend, what a cost
No more fishing, no more camping, no place to take off my disguise
No sanctuary to run to, all of this I'm starting to realize
He was an intelligently crazy
He was destroy the last place that was my safety
He was taking my last bit of joy I could get
He was very cunning in that, I'll have to admit
He found away to continue to bring me agony
After all these years he couldn't just let me be
He made my tormented life worse by many degrees
So now standing at the edge of the woods I freeze
He took my place
To feel warm and safe
New and catastrophic agony is now a cold fire inside
There is no place to hide
It's left me fighting hard not to end it all and die
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
we do not really know
what to expect of times to come
those who dare say they do
are more or less intelligently speculating
and their assumptions usually don‘t exceed
foggy predictions read from crystal *****
so what?
the problem is not really new
all our ancestors
some more desperate than others
were longing for the certainty
they thought would go with knowledge
of all things as yet to come
fact is we have survived without it
for some million years
even if our digitized society
obsessed with quantifying everything
from time to work to *** to pleasure
seems mortally in fear of lack of data
about the future
the one thing we can say for sure
is that life will be different
because the only constant in our world
is change
know it
and get on
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Searching your mind,
Revealing your soul.
A piece of my mind,
Making you whole.
The depths of your feelings,
Defines the depths I will go.
I know what I know,
Time for me to show,
How well though.
Like never before,
Here I go.
Persuading your body,
In so many ways,
You're powerless to evade,
The prowess of my ways.
Caressing your tenderness.
These moments your memory will replay;
Haunting parts of your body in a special way.
Reminiscent of this very day,
Our parts bonding as we lay.
Still influenced in ways you can't see,
Rather feel, so its as real as can be.
These unique pleasures bestowed upon you,
Impaling your reality with my point of view.
This abundance of energy; this vitality.
A reflection of you and me.
Enticing you mentally,
controlling you physically,
releasing you and me chemically.
Doing it intelligently.
Getting deep inside of you
So you can better understand me.
I am the man leading your hand
follow my lead and you'll supercede
peaks and ****** in ways never seen.
Now that I'm on the scene
driving you crazy, taking the scenic route in between throws of passion while Kinging my Queen
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
The light that lights the world we call the Sun:
Intelligently operates the pun.
The Sun of righteousness no shadow hath:
His circuit through the dark's a narrow path.
Within the shining Sun no darkness dwells:
So too the Son, the Word the reader tells.
How painful it would be by going through
The Sun to die, and through the Son so too.
The light of all the world, the Sun is dim
Compared to the light that comes from Him.
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 2:42 PM UTC
Octopus your skilled dexterity
have given you great mastery
You reach out so intelligently
wavering and poking your arms at me
With your stain of peril you do dis me
Your great disguise I hardly see
You extricate your slippery self free
The depths of the ocean answer your plea
You are original, your shape especially
You dance with your arms so delicately
You are a magical creature of the sea
You live so different and obscurely
In rough, dark waters you bond so clearly
Your life remains a mystery
The traces and forms you make so sweetly
will win my respect so permanently
So much like you, I'd like to be
to live with you down in the sea
We would be friends, you and me
to achieve our mighty destiny
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Here it is,
here's your plan
there's nothing beyond it,
it makes me sad to see you reach low like this
You want a fancy car
A fancy house
A fancy woman
(who only says
the right things,
quietly,
at the right times)
A large salary
No problems
Miniature models of yourself
well-behaved and clean
You want a stable, antiseptic love
Something static and sterile
Here's news,
If ever I was in tune with
Hermes and his speed and unashamedness,
(He was ever proud of being the God of Thieves)
His partnership with Iris as messengers
It is in speaking to you, now
My dream is not your 'American'
Because if it was,
It would be neat and profitable
Copyrighted to unnamed sources
I don't want that
I want, chiefly,
something frenetic,
Nothing tidy about it,
Cluttered with memories both wondrous and awful
A proudly imperfect man
To share flaws with
To say "You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Problems to muddle through
And be caught in
And solve, with a happy crow of triumph
A small garden, which I will probably end up killing anyway
Rambunctious, willful children
Who will not be afraid to challenge me
Whom I will teach to argue intelligently
Raised to be civil and
Above all, to be curious
I will not mind the mud
And the blood
And the pain
So much at the end
Because I will be able to die
Without shame for the life I lived
What I am trying to say,
with the hope you are not injured,
is that I don't want a part of your envisioned future
I don't want such sweet synthetic sterility
I supremely enjoy the whole of the mess
Aug 12, 2011
Aug 12, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC
me, a small fish
in a small pond, here
plankton, really.....
but hopefully,
intelligently,
so..
i is, just swimming along,
taking note....
of the self proclaimed big fish.
as they bring their ego's
along....
and fight for space....
catfish style......
mroewspit-spit...slash-spit.
all words and claws and puffing of self.....
we the smallfish, plankton,
yabbies and frogs....
find ourselves other places to be not from fear, no
boredom(nuttin new to see)
and other poets to read....
ones with interesting words to eat(to feed the brain)
so while the big fish take
bites outta each other...
and muddy up the water
we the smaller fish...
(but might i say no less better)
are just getting on with
pondlife.....
but ain't that always
the way of it.
(and just as a postscript i may add that with out the plankton, the pond would die)
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
aint no such thing as halfway crooks
aint no such thing as halfway intellectuals
aint no such thing as half read books
all i see are loud mouth crooks
that base everything off the way people look
spookin me out and trying to show off
when there isn't anything but smoke blowing
there's no such thing as the things you speak
the way you talk, your emotions bleed
you're weak
your words become more cheap
the longer you speak
i suggest you creep
and listen for a peep
no such thing as a smart person who doesn't listen
as we sit here and have this argument in the kitchen
and you keep dismissing
bait and hook like you're fishing
it's physics
you need to split
and fission
pay attention
and think before you speak
you're revealing your true intentions
non intelligently
understand that perspective
is not a collective
exchange thoughts and ideas
and you'll learn how to treat
another person
show respect
the next time we meet
by calling out
and taking names
showing face
talking about race
like you have it all understood
and the other opinion is no good
your mind is closed
as it should
you're from another planet
and our world's will collide
but let it ride
take a look
at someone else's life
you might be surprised
that it's the same on the inside
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
The arrogance is the most fascinating thing to me
when I think of equality
race
gender
class and such
It is the arrogance
the arrogance that a brutal military could earn anyone really
its no merit to evolution
or the continuity of nature
cooperation is the fittest
so the arrogance of
“Black lives matter more than white lives”
signs
being held on busy streets crowded by people who feel the need to construct whiteness
all day ever day
getting paid very little and sometimes even nothing
to construct whiteness
some get financial aid
to construct whiteness
some get allowances
loans
some inherit money to construct whiteness
some are also just really dumb
some do it intelligently
some started ivy league institutions
to construct whiteness
some people ask me to construct whiteness
and I
say
**** you
I think insurance should cover treatment for whiteness
and cover the treatment for the damages done by whiteness
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
I'm alive,
Not because I intelligently calculate my steps for safety,
But because His grace is sufficient,
Of course I have to take precaution but being realistic here even those who took precaution are no longer with us,they're gone..
Its only His grace I can look upto and say,indeed it kept me,
He sees me through,
Not that I'm special but because its grace; unmerited favor
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Thank you--
For looking me in the eye--really
Seeing me.
Thank you for always making
me Laugh
Because laughter is underrated.
The thought of you fuels my
day and and saddens my nights.
Saddens because I can't
For the Life of me
Carry a conversation well anymore
I love your eyes.
And it's cliche, I know, but
You used to unnerve me with them
Your blue stare
You jolted me from a world
Where eyes are for makeup and tears
Now for this connection.
Thank you for carrying a conversation
with me.
I feel safe around you enough to
spill
practically
my entire life
You listen and respond
intelligently, nonetheless.
We teach each other things, but
what I want, more than anything
is to teach you all the things I
love about you.
Mostly I love that you make it better
I love that we trust ourselves with feeling
I love that you are different.
I love that you know how to make
things work
Make me work, Jack.
Make us.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
It was May and I was drunk,
The rain pouring heavily from the heavens,
And the birthday balloons that once hung around the tent were now all gone,
The early morning hours setting in.
I sat under the porch light for a few moments letting a man I had only met a few hours before light my cigarette and tell me about religion until I drifted into a lawn chair and let the skies drench me.
He was saying something about me looking like Lana Del Rey,
And finding his way out of a five year prison sentence,
How we can be both good and bad at the same time, but urge to be bad is sometimes hard to control.
And he was right, so I listened.
"You should come back over here, you're going to get sick sitting out there that soaking wet."
"Am I really that wet?"
I didn't even notice.
He grabbed my hands and held them tightly for a few moments before kissing my mouth.
Still holding me tightly, he swung us back into the rain,
Dancing slow and soft,
Like I imagined at a 1950's prom.
To the rain on the wood porch,
To the rhythm of soft shared breaths.
But dancing turns into desire,
No matter how sweet it is.
I was ****** against the side of the house and kissed deeply,
And I was happy.
He took off his shirt,
Which was followed by mine,
And broke my favorite bra in a fit of passion,
Until we were both naked in the rain,
Laughing.
He took moments to tell me how beautiful I was,
How intelligently I spoke,
How rare I was,
All while the others slept.
I think I fell in love with that one a little bit.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
Two brilliant minds, they always clash;
an equally twisted & subfuscous past.
Intelligently designed by lonely stardust;
contradictory statements are always a must.
Born not to flesh, but to sky.
Dreams not of purpose, but life.
They live within our darkest desires,
most manifest when spoken in choir.
Long be the rule of us,
the creation who trips upon tongue.
When pens aren't enough to write,
return to our home; Starlight.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
I entered a world,
Full of strangers,
Nobody knew me,
Never met anyone yet.
But it's a world,
I belong to,
Everyone understand,
And share the same love.
I'm in the world,
Of wonder,
Of beauty,
Of literature.
I'm in the world of,
Nostalgic, weird,
And intelligently amazing,
Poets.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC