"lenience" poems
I was young when my brother had an accident
By a rushing car appeared in an incident
Eyes in Tears thought of just a moment
Our life changed oh such a disorient
Forget all our differences and arguments
We prayed for days asked for lenience
Do we have a goal in life except to be pleasant?
Time goes by as we are inadvertent
In shock we find ourselves always hesitant
Unable to decide in which must be decisiveness
Wonder why our mind is mostly turbulence
How do we decide the path of correctness?
Just turn your head around and prepare for afterlife
Instead of wasting time in the temporal life
Ask God for continuous Blessing
As you’ll never know who is messing
Always remember you are the one whom is living
It’s in your hands and always your decision
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
An open eye, a time of misery,
The sound
of the Earth,
An ear to the cacophony.
The sight of unanswered questions.
An odour,
of the fragrance,
of beauty,
without reason.
A smell of,
souls waiting to be sufficed,
a state of havoc,
and melancholy.
A touch of hope,
A feeling,
so vague,
so soft,
the lenience of the soul.
A thought to the weak.
A taste of fire,
the ash to the walls,
of endless arrows,
of words, with no meaning,
but of great value,
and unending power.
Smoke, the denouncing
of denouement and demise.
A treat to the senses,
A flash of truth.
It is my cue to live,
Living a lie.
This is my time,
My lovelorn morning.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
The **** does it really?
The **** does it all mean?
To caren’t oh so freely,
To not aim to read in between.
The **** is this monstrosity?
The **** does this represent?
This self-aware precocity,
Diving and thriving in its own lament.
Possessions stemmed from possessiveness,
Losses that led to lenience,
No ***** to give and not a **** to lose,
Too many have come and went.
The **** does it matter, truly?
The **** should it matter to me?
These thinking caps are on too tight,
I’ll embrace this coldness cruelly.
Not to say that I am so daft,
This emulation of me is unflattering,
I’ve come to love this newfound craft,
The ***** become irrelevant when they stop mattering.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC
Covered with soft pats of aggravation
Compounded by tears, past complications
Today, he thought the sun would breathe his name
Her lenience quite encouraged and praised
Retired his blushed face, bashed, battered, and torn
Tomorrow we can try, hand under hand
Singing while drinking the sea
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
I'm hyperventilating at the titillating notion
That when there was love in the air
We should have taken deeper breaths
The wind is warm in the summer
Each passing breeze is seamless
And lacks any lenience
Short gusts reveal its grievance
But upon inhale I can still taste its sweetness
I exhale
And with it a kiss
A small wisp whispers a wish
I pluck a single leaf from my tree
Untainted and pristine
An unfathomable green
Hold it within my folded hands
The wind shifts as if to say
Keep it
But I release it anyway
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Who understand me more than myself?
Exactly!!
That's why I never look around for help
Love been scarce every since I was whelped
Into this world when no one cares if you whelm your resistance
Here, there's no value of tradition
No nature of culture
Just individuals
Lack of spirituality
So many different religions, but no one speaks to humankind
...Just their own kind
If it doesn't matter to them they don't mind
If you don't see it how they visualize, then you must be blind
Leave it up to them, they wouldn't even want the rest of us to synchronize
The world run on the fact of us being divided
And it is the innocence in me and you that is being misguided
I was raised to be a menace
But The things I witnessed
Made me wanna change positions
Come to realize
That good intentions can conclude in your non-existence
But don't let me persuade you to resistance
Especially if you're not from the bottom of the hill
If you never had to deal
If you always had cooked meals
Always had crisp bills
To me all the things that seemed so surreal
But I still know how you feel
No one get a break
But coming from where I'm from
We were never fixed in the first place
Only thing free is negativity
Shaped to destruct the streets since elementary
Teachers weren't even supplementary
Everyone who surrounded me was drowning
And if we tried to sniff out a plan we were hounded
They never prevented crimes, they just enforced the law
So we got what we wanted, but we couldn't keep it
They allowed us to do our dirt, in order to sweep it
That's why I'm offended when America fear me
When all I did was play defense
I'm trying to put a end to this disastrous sequence
Someone told me I was too ridiculous
And that I needed to show lenience
I replied
That's the reason why our entire skin tone has been living with grievance
We just need all allegiance
We don't need no alliance
The hell with compliance
Amongst ourselves we must have reliance
Because without everyone's input we will never reach our triumph
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
I miss you in moments and movies and music that we once used to share
I miss you at events I'd have to beg to have you there
I miss the many magic moments that from life’s stress gave lenience
Even though now I see everything required your convenience
We’d introduced and then declared ourselves: serial monogamists
But after the breakup I saw this statement strangely ominous
This seeming dedication, to love, until the right was found
Would reveal itself as—for you—passion easily re-bound
It’s so rare to find a partner, your best friend, a man in one
No one else on earth with whom I’d ever hoped to have such fun
And you would write and say the things to me that made me melt
Only to realize sometime later they were things said--not felt
How ironic, silly, useless, and ungrateful of me, now
To scorn your absence when from tragedy it disavowed
I should be thanking you for cutting short the growing hurt
That surely I’d endure for years as your affection grew more curt
Thank you, I guess, for being self-servicing enough to leave me,
But for not being so much so to both in faith and life bereave me
For I did not lose you--the man I’ve loved and lost’s a ghost
A man you haven’t been long before departing from this coast
You can’t help someone through the hurt they don’t admit exists
You can’t help someone soothe a fight they claim you fought with fists
You can’t convince an independent that love takes work to flow
You can’t love someone out of habits they don’t think they must outgrow
*Every day I wake up feeling slightly less impacted by a truck.
I’m confident that one day I’ll find for whom my love is luck.*
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Unfaithful Serpent of scorn, who art thou to lower
your sight? Casting me down beneath thee.
I think not, above own plateau is that of this Kings
Territory. Had I lesser demeanour it would be your
head. Glaring up at the block with rolling eyes of
Crimson glaze.
Away then to White Tower for this most personal of
torments. A lesson to be taught and yes most delinquent
of friend. I will engage precious and most valuable
time as tutor. In near future I do expect your values
will become distinctly comparable to this Royals own.
Under scrutinizer the truth shall become known.
My truth is without doubt. Would thee allocate to
question the word of a King.
If this be true all Hell will befall thee. Ponder well on
this should you doubt my resolve. Should you confess
before God and King answer then with your ink scribbling.
Should you speak true I will show lenience and mercy.
The block will be preferable to thee. The alternative to be
burned to ashes shall pray more wholly on your brow.
This decision is for your own conscience.
Right will raise its head in either forum. Why then keep
possession on the other?
Such is the error of your ways the axe-mans block is your
favoured direction. Your admission signs your own fate
but is of your own design. Free will brings confessional
signature to light of day.
This King is now professed to be unlawfully wronged and
once more is eligible to take his toll.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Grey and vast, it comes to me
The darkness of the flowing sea
Strong as storm, hard as stone
Dark as midnight, white as bone
The end of all, the finite shore
Gives birth to salty desert swells
Infinite as breathing sky
Earthbound as the turn of years
It screams, it scorns, its wrath outpours
It cradles, soothes, and lends a home
It is the end of all that was
It is the birth of something gone.
Ancient years mar not the deep;
Waves drown human sentiment
Flashing, pouring, burning tides
Know not peace or lenience
As sea aches for the shore, my love
So I reach evermore for you
Shroud of infinity, beware;
You fall short of the human soul.
For the eternal, I will strive
For the gold I've buried there
Across paths of the shining sea
I will return, and find You there.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Sometimes, it looks like lenience.
Small passes for big faux pas.
Many believe that it's absolution
Locking themselves in boxes periodically
To cry out, bleeding painful catharsis.
Some sneak it in with charity
Use compassion as a puppet in their mercy show
Throw underhanded in the name of grace.
Some offer it when they're bruised and broken
Spit out blood, then turn the other cheek.
Others give it away with full bellies and warm hands
Either out of purity
Or some nefarious need, pushed down deep.
And I wonder and wander all the while
For I am the fool
Who begs to receive
But can not give.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Someone once asked me
To describe you
They wanted an answer immediately
And they wanted a detailed one too
I attempted to find a way
To summarise your existence
And I asked them for another day
But they lack not persistence
Eventually they granted me
A minute amount of lenience
But quite frankly their request was preposterous
And a huge inconvenience
How do I describe someone
So full and complete
Yet so barren and cold
Someone without a heartbeat
I tried to tell them
I tried to tell them who you were
But my words tripped over my tongue
And their interest didn't stir
I played them some of your favourite music
Songs that meant something to you
But I must say they were quite choosy
They hated all the artists you knew
Perhaps they would appreciate a visual
Something to display your personality
You're such a colourful individual
I simply couldn't convey my thoughts ; they didn't see what I see
I gave up
No one understood
They didn't know you like I did, dear
They didn't know they should
How could they have known
What they'd be missing out on
And now I'm out here on my own
Still cheering you on
And so I gave them a conclusion
In exchange for my release
"He's ripped at every edge
But he's a masterpiece"
No.
No they didn't get it
How could they ?
Did they ever ?
All I think about now
Is how to capture your essence
How to describe how wonderful it was
In your presence
We always did live in our own world, dear
And I know we saw it as our one
But sometimes I wonder what would've happened
If we let them in on the fun
You left me behind
Like something old replaced with something new
And now I'm left wondering
How to capture you
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings
Amiss extinct classiness
No more is around
Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals
Wherein perpetuals deal!!!
Irritable bowels
Grumble
Tumble
To irreversible steel!!!
Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals
Journals to all biographies
Juvenile junction
Games of fallen pained dominoes
Tallons sharper than tatted guns
Wherein spears go through thy side
To draw out Thy unholy water!!!
Sunglassed bringer
Of right and wrong
Fictions been dusked
To nonfictional jostle!!!!
No kimonoed kitten here purs!!!
No lamb to be put
For all to gather!!!!
No one may lather
When no one comes around...
No landmark amazement
No mountainous town....
No lenience
No rememberance abound to fulfill
Light footed doers!!!
The pagination of this story
Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!!
Where some are strange
Where faces are painted
All love
No hatred!!!!
Doth thou ask for captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?
Which part wilt thou sail amongst?
Island's of thy own kind!!!!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Any gift which is lauded may become a curse
If it denies one office, or lightens the purse.
Though I once drank deep of the sweetness of favor,
My visions bear the taint of unpleasant flavor.
I have become, it seems, an inconvenience
Not to be moved aside with relative lenience,
But to be swatted roughly like some irksome fly,
To be excised as a nagging, untimely sty
An irritant which confounds and clouds one’s vision.
I stand before you, an object of derision,
A dustbin to collect your calumny and scorn
(Paraded in the roughest cloth, hair rudely shorn)
Likened to that which falls from a donkey’s behind.
No matter, then—one finds that young thoughts in an old mind
Foment suspicion rather than learned debate,
(Though I would likely decline to participate)
The upshot being unpleasant realities.
So shake your fists, and mouth your banalities,
Yoke me with the verdict of trial by fire.
You shall, soon enough, do your dance with the pyre.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC