"interception" poems
body remains a scripture or an elixir?
my sins will deliver aroma in a mixture.
euphoria of the of the miracle comes from more than one ******
see her in the air, here's her love now choke on it.
trashed vows, you married an astronaut
i cant breathe, snort more moon rock
So journey with me without recluse.
we erupted without fear, choices would take us there,
problems once again become magnetic
work her body and stretch em like calisthenics.
her weapon was every section of her body that came without electric
intercepting our tongues and pinching off depression.
pixels, links and interception will only drown our spirit
when you smell fear,
positively you'll hear it.
her cortex remains a vortex
tangibility in our whispers
*** in our champagne,
tears in our calypso.
no poem should ever,
be written in blisters.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
10-13 is the score
We are down
2:46 left in regulation
1st and 10 on the opponent's 20 yard line
We run between the right guard and tackle
Make a 11 yard gain
1st and 10 again
Same play, but towards the left
Gain of 5 (we'll accept, but not what we expect)
2nd and 5
And to make up for our lack of yardage
We go long
Something's wrong
There's pressure
Never expected
Interception
Due to 3 and out
And good field position
We huddle again
1:10
1st and 10
On our own 47
Quick slant
4 yard gain
Quick out
5 yards and out
Clock stopped
No need for timeout
3rd and 1
The sound of yelling, and beating drums
Makes 10 deaf
And 1 dumb
A few steps away, we run away from what's been working throughout the day
On the opponents 44
Drop back; play action
Receivers slanting
Bump and run
Couldn't catch it
:45 seconds left
4th and 1
44 yards to go for a score
1 yard for a first down
About a 60 yard field goal attempt
(Mind you we have 212 yards combined on the ground)
Running
Spinning
Jumping
Diving
Grunting
When everything is on the line
(I'm not surprised)
We're punting...
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
There was a place where a light wind blew
And swished away the leaves,
Pushing past the great, exposing the new,
Meandering through the trees.
A place where many trod but few could see.
Where all had been and come to pass
But more than often leave.
Considered by none, walked on by many,
This place was no ones first time,
A venue so guilty of mass interception,
Now a place that is momentarily mine.
Fingers sweetly stained, ripe for a licking,
Bushes bow to greet, the artist who is picking.
Carefully placed signs to protect outsider intrusions,
No handprints or footprints in sight.
All access not granted, made more appealing
By the unmasked blanket of night.
Bowed branches hung slightly,
Not tampered, cut or blown.
This dwelling reserved for nobodies pleasure,
Leaving the lost be unknown.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
She enters into the space where
Everything becomes everything...
Race, religion, science, astrology, God,
Angels and Demons;
The story of time continues,
An unbroken circle.
The passionate dancing of spirits,
Histories faint whisperings.
The space between the lines,
Intermittent radar blips.
Laughter and bloodshed and tears
Softly spoken prayers;
A wide eyed little girl
Witnessing her rebirth,
Awakening from an unconscious slumber,
Burdened by the weight of fear.
One eye open;
The body bracing for impact
Afraid to land,
Afraid to crash and burn,
From sheer speed,
From this flight of mind;
Disorientating and intoxicating,
Latitude and longitude become obscure.
Interference and interception
Can be detected on the air waves,
Nothing feels tangible,
Everything tastes like abstract breath.
The only compass she trusts
Is her heart,
And nothing can detour her
From her course.
She waits in the wings,
Watching the horizon...
The morning sun rises,
Bearer of heat and light;
Standing tall in the afterglow,
With golden halo,
Knowing she truly has been
Blessed and loved.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
Our hands are lovely together
Not because of their staunching similarity
Or your smooth cracks
Or my chewed up nails
I don't mind the way
Yours move across my thigh
The temple of God
And then find their way into truth and goodness
Like trunks of two elephants
And you whisper 'interception'
I giggle to myself
You're raising your eyebrows at me
And in that expression
I forget who we are
But what's beautiful about our hands
is the Cimmerian darkness that lies between our clasp
It masks the depravity
And feigns the glory
Guarding hell at the edges of earth
The record stops
I fall asleep in your lap
As you study my face
Caressing my hair
And holding our shadows all at once
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
Hey when you see me salute cause all you see is the truth
Trying to hang me out to dry, the boy done slipped through the noose
Stick and move with the deuce
There’s
messing with me, I put the poos in the boots
Top of my class, when you thinking recruits
Another level with this
That’ll subdue your upper cranium
My element titanium
Titan in the game and his writing is the same
Now they biting off his style cause they liked him for a while
So I switch my game up so I can tighten up your brow
In arose, exposed from you throwing in the towel
It’s a guessing game wheel of fortune pick a vowel
Anytime you testing with me its double jeopardy
Mid-life crisis no matter what the price is
Poe- Ez ethics, Hancock, death wish
Via satellite so you all can get the message
Lethal weapon make you run it back, interception
Neutralize your top dog cause the broken down protection
Always find the hole like the end of an ********
I’m heating up now just igniting the fire
The shock that you absorb from the end of wire
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
An inseparable companion
Caused by the interception of light
A comparative darkness
That is crystal clear in hindsight
Like the soul dictates a person
A shadow’s bed is made
From dawn to dusk, its fate is ******
into a merciless grave
For a shadow is dependent
On the laws of light
& It’s movement is restricted
To it’s suburbanite.
Its fleeting fate is understood
& yet it goes ignored
I wonder if the shadow could
End the misery it endures
Because as the day persists
Shadows continuously change
This lack of self must be felt
with a tremendous sense of pain
So as the shadow dwindles down
To the object it draws near
The entity becomes unbound
As night reclaims the hemisphere
Therefore, a life is worth the strife
The truth shall be unveiled
A shadow’s love for the night
Is one that will always prevail
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Crystallized cards and bleeding hands
Empty minds and dull reflections
Desperation spread accross the lands
People divided into seperate sections
Skins burnt crisp by brands
Bodies braking down by neglection
Time without the flowing sands
Faith lost in crucified interception
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Lord i will only look to you for the anwsers i seek. Even when i feel like your not listening you've heard every word ive speaked.lord you are everything from the water flowing in a creek. To the trees dancing in the breeze. You eliminate the odor of sin in my life so you are lifes febreze. You only see the best in me while people only see the worst. But there judgements are irreleva"nt because you lord come first. You are in control so to you my life has been rehearsed. So you know everything that has happened.and in my future whats going to occur. So my life is in your hands so i crave your direction. I will make mistakes but when i do i will ask for your correction. Because if you called me right now would i be ready for inspection. You are my quaterback and every play you've made has been perfected. And i am the receiver so my job is to catch the reception. Or will i be to distracted by the defense of the enemy whos only plan is interception. He plans to knock me of the route that you intend me to run. But his bumps dont matter because i was constructed and instructed by the holy one! So the play that you call will be the one thats true and clear. So when i take off from that line the defense will push and pull but i will not adhere to fear. I will stay on my route while you whisper in my ear break left. Break right. Jump. Now my feet are in the air. And how im going to land is not always clear. but the play that you've called is one of truth and so divine. That even though i dnt know where im about land when i look up and catch the ball and stop worrying about the defense. And stop worrying bout my weakness.ive just scored your touchdown and satans been defeated.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
She had a gleaming knack for rejection
Her trails were wrought with misery and tearful eyes
They always tried for a touchdown to her interception
Babe just loved staring suitors into a despised demise
Break-ups over texts, phone calls, shakes and French fries
Nail polish streaked on cheeks from vicious backhands
They were markings of a fool leaning on wobbly one-night stands
Left happily bowing to Madame Heartbreak’s demands
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Yea, no telling what I might do, when I'm in the right mood. You know me, I'm all up in the party like a V.I.P. and everything's looking better from my P.O.V.
Nocturnal animals, we don't sleep and I'll probably forget you.
I'm sweating like the Amazon, a hundred degrees and that back side's bigger than a family tree.
So, drop that thing like a fumble. Now you're talking to the king of the jungle.
We got lions, tigers, bears. Oh my! Every single one's turned up. I don't want anybody bringing the vibes down.
So, if you want to wind down. Look what I found! A little something that will keep you awake until the break of dawn
Don't be afraid to get rowdy. I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle. It's two AM, let's hit the throttle
Drink in my cup, hands going up. Let's hit the dance floor and get wild, like wild life.
Yea, everybody's going crazy on the dance floor. Jam packed. Got a couple bands back from the bank on my last trip like I ransacked. Everybody hanging like a string from a Tampax.
My ******* back from the Amtrak.You ain't ever heard a flow quite like this. Everywhere I turn seeing iced out wrists
He might be German, she might be Swiss. God ****
I'm I'm feeling pretty hectic, with it all around, good thing I'm not epileptic. I'm kinda confused like I'm measuring in metric. Talking **** you better take it back, interception.
Set the forests a blaze and get the wild life jumping like an animal rave.
I know your parents say they miss the good old days, but things change.
Hey you, come here boy, party with me. You know it's gonna be a wild night. Move that body to the melody.
I could show you how to live the wild life. You ain't gotta spend a dime, it's free.
You know it's gonna be a wild night. Door's open, you don't need a key. I could show you how to live the wild life.
I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle. It's two AM, let's hit the throttle. Drink in my cup, hands going up. Let's hit the dance floor and get wild, like wild life.
Wild, like wild life.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Can you smell the lilac I picked for you?
It wafts over world wide web airwaves
As onliest promise of perpetual woo
Interception through an Internet of slaves
Catching this drift, shall we last eternal days?
Of finding attention, blissfully I your wooer
Atoning for on and on, or be it peculiar phase?
Flower's perfume, is it detected by viewer?
O that this lilac's aroma might mercifully mend
A nose bouquet which an infobahn can't send
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
Life is all about what you perceive personal perception
Dream big even I'm your dreams until you reach inception
The early bird gets the worm but that's a misconception
If you don't know where it is you have a common misdirection
Say it out loud have a sensing session
Until you reach the top early birds look for that interception
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Chill baby, it's the all acoustic set. Going home for the holidays.
A few laughs with Pops,
And never mind the drumsticks, her comes the *******
Here comes weeping
In a Shiite village,
400 dead in Sadr City,
And pass me the yams.
Did you see that interception?
Here comes the 3rd and long.
Here the sun falls away
In the twilight of winter.
I dream the Electro Light Fantastic. I'll see ghosts in
The mirror when I'm dreaming. None the wiser,
I saw it in fits and starts.
Better than waking on
New Year's morning in jail with the crazy lady 2 cells over yelling for a cigarette
Every twenty minutes
" Officer, can I have a cigarette?" I want to tell her
To shut up, Instead I ask
Her to get me one too.
And then I knew it's all come round.
Young and Stupid reporting for duty.
Not that it's my rag mag
Sad rag, nothing doing while
I try these new wings on for size. Its just the all acoustic set in a world of static.
Hazy cigarette voices
In trebelo. Though I threw
It out with the cookbook,
I have it all hanging on my sleeve. I thought it was all the rage. Later I found it was
Taxing on my soul.
This all acoustic set, away from the city lights and cyberspace. Left to one's devices, one sinks further into the page. What do you
Expect when candlelight
Falls across the flickering wall?
Two league below, a U Boat
Swims the Atlantic, Lost
In possibilities. Some mind
When I'm tongue tied like a lizard.
Kinda brings up Helsinki,
And she comes in all bells
And whistles. Me, I'm
All acoustic, something like a blank face, Low on cash
And overdrawn on character.
And the sun lights before
Columbus dragging up the rear. Man these ghosts
Linger in the hallway,
But it's better than crashing
The car into the statue
One Thanksgiving Eve.
The all acoustic set says
Death is a bore, Especially
After the ride in From France
I gave up meat some time ago, I gave up on you after
I got to the moon.
Well, it gets me out of the sun awhile. We'll get better when
The world catches up.
Sorry I changed the end around, but I thought it
Was the only out of Knoxville
Never mind The sage gravy,
I've got to tighten the lug nuts. A tither, but nothing on the rent.
And Hitchcock does the math,
While I corkscrew around the truth. While others weep
I dream of women laying in the sun. I guess it's better than ice cream in the rai n.
Who said pumpkin pie?
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Check it!
Mind State Subliminal's
Never Ridicule the Individual
there Journey is of a different school
I find myself at the pinnacle
the point of which is so critical
It's a mind state That isn't physical
mental obstacles I often leap.
then find myself tied to Marry Poppins feet
I see the world and its obscurities are out of reach
I hide in pits of insecurities I guess I'm obsolete
Will I forever have cold feet? or will my motions cause friction, the conception of heat
My perception is keep, moving and keep trying, trying is just dying
an act of the weak.
Let's smash all beliefs and DO! then keep applying pressure to these modern hands
For my body is made of fuel and metallic cans.
How often does passion stand if where it lands is on a slant?
It doesn't, it slips and slides then collides with motions that stride
is this what keeps us alive? the ambulation of vibes, the infatuation to strive, dive and keep swimming
I'm satisfied by this life I keep living
My perception is interception I catch it all than digest it.
I consume all even though it may be septic
let theses words I eat pierce my inner intestines.
I left leftovers for my contestants,
I'm lethal like needles to a vain,
this game will leave you breathless.
I'll never do it for the fame or chains or a fancy neckless
Flow is too raw. cause havoc I'm too reckless.
You can catch me at the bottom pit, be spitting the hottest ****
I'm that hip hop-otimuous
That's no name anonymous.
Your frame is just picture-less
I hope you can picture this
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
(II)
Why does Thanatos sit amongst minor deities?
Surely a fitting position resides in the Major Arcana
surrounding the plains of human existence and its domain?
If our curiosity surpassed Death's grasp, could we elude it's supposed never-ending advancement? If we live without rapture, no interception of an ultimate being to determine our placement in far-away dimensions and our intentions are not constructed before the antenatal of our existence and answer the last question by breaking the 2nd law
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
Deception.
We disconnect when you allow the interception.
Behind these fuck-ups and drunken nights,
There's a common lesson.
We search endlessly for the purpose
But you walk away when the confusion makes you nervous.
You + me, we're the result of an iphone with no service.
No purpose,
Aside from the games.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
excuse the interception Seattle fans you had a win right in that New England guys hands.
Bobbly catch was miraculous.
but with one knee down and seconds left your players could of handled defeat a
little more graciously.
I realize their are Billions riding on this, but the game was done.
Get over it.
By the way , I really liked some of the commercials.
Kids and lost dogs and coca cola asking all to love and
even Big Mac giving Strawberry shakes for one dance or calling your mama.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
Your teeth on my neck sent shivers through my body, quietly knowing one day your smile would be for someone else.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
Everything in my universe keeps tells me to erase you.
Like an interception, in the form of a phone call
From a minister just before I began writing this.
And I've considered it, tried to...but I keep getting rid of it, that idea.
I could never erase you...even if the desire were truly there.
I have been so dedicated to God lately, every second has been
like open dialogue. Where I'm babbling on to Him like I used
to do to you. I wonder if I haven't been using Him as a distraction,
like I also used to do to you. But that is neither real nor a bad thing. Just a thing I think, I guess.
So they keep telling me to erase you. Teachers, mentors, pastors,
friends, spiritual mothers, and sometimes strangers.
It just makes me feel alone mostly. How could they understand at all
if that's their conclusion? But I guess they see things through better eyes
than mine. After all, my eyes are what caused all this trouble for you and I. I mull what they say over. I really have had a good time, I promise...But there is always this thing. Snapping me back into the world that I exist in...the world you no longer exist in...Like a parachute giving me whiplash when I was floating along beautifully without it.
It's a thing like the sheet music to "What A Wonderful World" appearing out of thin air. Or pulling in to church to find you right there. And I run from these things! Hold them close...shove them in the closet under piles of things I no longer use. But they always surface.
Like someone telling me the first time I meet them about Rebecca's cheek bones. Or Don Draper's face, which I swear will be yours in about ten years or so. Even a dinner with friends can't make you disappear because inevitably they'll ask me about you at some point. Or someone won't know you've gone away. Or I'll walk through the woods...after traveling by boat, after smiling until my heart explodes to hear a whisper on the wind...of your voice. But I can't complain.
Twould be far worse a fate to suffer never hearing, seeing, thinking, or dreaming of you again.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Without you I'm content with life
All you did was brandish a knife
And named it love, but the hilt was made of self-deception
That you'd go for like an interception
Just like you'd intercept my feelings
With playing the victim and all your dealings
With the demons you swore to never be
We'll see who you become when you can't leech off me
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
Her hand, open for love
Her heart, closed from fear
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Message, Dragon-Man, and Lady of the Night left the Dragon Tower to take care.
Message asked, Where will I sleep, and Lady of the Night asked, What do you mean where?
Just go back to where you came, and Message yelled, Where I came from was destroyed.
Dragon-Man soon realized that more tact would soon have to be employed.
You can stay with me, and both Message and Lady of the Night looked at him without stop.
Yeah I have a fully furnished two-bedroom, very comfortable co-op.
Message wearily asked Is this punishment for when I brought you in front of the Federation.
Dragon-Man said, No, consider it a very special Dahomeyian Rulership invitation.
Message desperately looked at Lady of the Night, but Lady of the Night looked away.
Message then said, Alright, I guess I could stay at you coupe for a couple of days.
Lady of the Night left, and Dragon-Man and Message walked onto a field.
Where is this, Message asked, and Dragon-Man replied, it is one of my hidden skills.
I play as part of a football league for fun, and we need an extra teammate.
Message enthusiastically shouted, I wish to play this toe-spectacle so it will be great.
Soon Dragon-Man’s team came, and he was simply Jonathan Maine, Quarterback.
But Message’s happiness did not equal her football skills, all of them she lacked.
Jonathan threw her passes, and she dropped each and every one.
The one pass she caught, was in the other teams end zone as an interception.
Message huffed at the end of the game, This toe spectacle is silly.
Dragon-Man said, From someone who holds a Dahomeyian Rulership, really?
You have the Death-Hand, but your Death-Hand is made up of Butterfingers.
Message stared at him with a glare that could melt ice, and made that look linger.
They soon pulled up to the co-op, and Message and Dragon-Man were walking.
He was surprised at the newfound ease, with which they were talking.
Message and Dragon-Man arrived at the door, and Dragon-Man held it for she.
He figured there was no harm in displaying a little chivalry.
The door was still opened, he was puzzled but thought that it was nothing.
Little did he know that on the other side, someone’s heart was racing.
So as Dragon-Man took the door and stepped inside, something happened that made him feel weak.
Because Message turned around and kissed him, and that kiss was not on the cheek.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Behind the cell of a crystal jail
We talk about our lives in hell
I call upon you to come to me
But every time our union fails
The signal must have interception
Or else it was never meant for us to come together
People use to praise these crystal jails
But I really feel our lives before them were better.
So don't you forget about me
Because this story has been written before us
I meet you, we fall, you float and I ball
The only embrace I have is for impact
And you'll have another person you'll be with in no time
Almost like we never met on these crystal jails
Forever a haunting memory on my end, and a mistake on yours
But don't you forget about me...
Because when you had no one, I was there
Or maybe you should forget...
set me free
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
Forgive me
the rage of youth,
the senseless
towering frenzy
of childish
interception.
the malignity
of immaturity
Now that I am
old enough.
Old enough to be dying
with dignity.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC