"interprete" poems
CAN'T YOU FEEL..
The gentle sound of my heartbeat, suddenly pounding with all the intent of tearing me apart-like a lady having anxiety attacks with no help within reach?
CAN'TYOU SEE
This sparkle in ma eyes, suddenly replaced by the look of fear aroused by images deeply ingrained in my memory, Memories you created that now torture even though you meant them to teach?
CAN'T YOU HEAR?
This melodious tune turned a melancholic symphony created by my wailing n sobbing,caused by a voice once therapeutic now at its faintest sound I flinch?
CAN'T YOU SMELL?
The stench of hatred as from us it emanates and slowly it spreads into ds crowded space we share, as little by little, layers of enmity fills the air we breath?
If all these you knew then your senses would interprete
That at your touch I cower; From a feeling once sweet and tender that now drains every ounce of strength and leaves me without power.
That at the sight of these I choose blindness; Away from the ethereal face that at the sight of, leaves me numb
As to your smell I get nauseous; so nauseous
That I taste the bitterness of heartbreak
And hear the sad music my heart will play at the sound of your heart bidding mine farewell
So please, I humbly plead, let me go!
But if break my heart you must n breach my trust,
Then let all we ever shared be counted a loss and from our memories be swept away like dust,
Please! Be fair in your dealings with me I plead
Be kind and just...
For this heart has only started to heal,
Please don't let it rot or rust..
-r3d-
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 9:08 AM UTC
He was making his way
To the job centre to claim a benefit,
When a garden Rose,
During his perambulation toward
degregation, SMILED!...he felt
A connection...
He dismissed it!
Thinking himself unworthy,
Why?...Well,( the system)FAILING...
Failing as a child
Failing at school
Failing in society
Failing those that rule.
The ROSE ignored the rule...
To the ROSE, it RULED with its flaws and
Perfection!
The Rose knows
More
Than humankind knows!
The
Rose Smiled...
It's the Only way HE
Could interprete it...
It
Was
A
SMILE!
Of the Greatest
Genuinitity!
He Smiled back
And felt SO good!
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Footsteps on the beach
Interprete path of memories
Made running towards existence
Now controlled by power
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Knowledge is mans neurosis to cover the pain of existence.
All knowledge is false because all pain is interpreted by the mind,
which is made of nothing.
Human beings as conductors of consciousness, interprete pain only as a mechanism to evolve toward a more idealic state.
We do not need God for that which we have, but for that which we lack
So God is That toward which we seek to Evolve.
Therefor God lives in us as our future selves. (In regard to quantum evolution)
Relinquishing resistence (inner) is conducive to the Highest Self or
Jesus the Christ
Yet do we understand Time.
Men percieving with keyhole eyes
remember Love sees not with the eyes but with the Mind
Free your jailed Mind
Hallelujah
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
When
Someone asks
Me
Who are you?
This guy
With some
Mass
Having
Senses
Called as
Human
Is that me?
May be
Not
I am something
Which I cannot
Interprete
I know what
I am
But, really
I cannot
Feel
What I am?
I am filled
With me
But, I am
Empty
Within me
This emptiness
Came because of
My lack of
Knowing
What really
I am? ...
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
The concentric circles
Of two within one
described by colours
And the colours have meaning
The outer circle shaded red
those who build the world located hear
They are poor
They work day in day out
They make a living out of sweat
Most have many children
Most uneducated
Most die of hunger
They do unpropotional kind of work
They work a lot but paid less
Success is imagination
The inner is yellow
This describes the better ones
They are intermediaries
They speak for the few
They give given orders
They earn
They are settled but still most are not happy
They still strive to impress their bosses
The innermost belong to the few
The tycoons and multimillionaires
The earn but do not work
They formulate orders to favor
They hate local and like abroad
They speak in tongues
For others to interprete
Their shade is green
They have years to die
They import doctors
They inspire in ****
These are the few,
They have their say
And they must be heard!
Live is not fair
On earth someone struggles to make ends meet
While the other struggles to frustrate the more
The stinky rich
Controls the world
Even if they are educationally down
Their money speak louder
Their stories spread like fire over dry grass
They are of joy...
I will still believe in this concentric circle and unearth even better stories .
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC