"lyes" poems
Easily Tux
Laxity Use
Laxity Sue
Taxis Yule
Taxi Yules
Tau Sexily
Axe I *****
Yea Xi ****
Yea Xi Lust
Aye Xi ****
Aye Xi Lust
Ail Yes Tux
Sail Ye Tux
Ails Ye Tux
Italy Ex Us
Laity Ex Us
Taxi Lye Us
La Suety Xi
Talus Ye Xi
Lax Yeti Us
Lax Suety I
Lax Ye Suit
Lay Exit Us
Lay Suet Xi
Lay Tuxes I
Lay Ex Suit
Sat Yule Xi
Taus Lye Xi
Sax Yule Ti
Sax Yule It
Say Lie Tux
Say Lei Tux
Say Lute Xi
Say Exult I
At Yules Xi
At Yule Xis
At Yule Six
Tau Lyes Xi
Tau Lye Xis
Tau Lye Six
Tax Yules I
Tax Yule Is
Ax Lieu Sty
Ax Yules Ti
Ax Yules It
Ax Yule Tis
Ax Yule Its
Ax Yule Sit
Ax Lye Suit
Ya Isle Tux
Ya Lies Tux
Ya Leis Tux
Ya Lutes Xi
Ya Exults I
Ya Lute Xis
Ya Lute Six
Ya Exult Is
Ay Isle Tux
Ay Lies Tux
Ay Leis Tux
Ay Lutes Xi
Ay Exults I
Ay Lute Xis
Ay Lute Six
Ay Exult Is
A Lyes I Tux
A Lye Is Tux
A Ex I *****
A Ye Xi ****
A Ye Xi Lust
La Yes I Tux
La Yet Xi Us
La Ye Is Tux
Las Ye I Tux
Lax Yet I Us
Lax Ye Ti Us
Lax Ye It Us
Lay Ex Ti Us
Lay Ex It Us
As Lye I Tux
Say El I Tux
At Lye Xi Us
Tau Ex I Sly
Tax Lye I Us
Ax Lye Ti Us
Ax Lye It Us
Ax Ye I ****
Ax Ye I Lust
Ax Ye Lit Us
Ya El Is Tux
Ya Let Xi Us
Ya Ex I ****
Ya Ex I Lust
Ya Ex Lit Us
Ay El Is Tux
Ay Let Xi Us
Ay Ex I ****
Ay Ex I Lust
Ay Ex Lit Us
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
I'm damaged
Dented, torn and broken
I have wear and tear in all my places
from years of being built up...
...just to be hammered down
Years of emotional turmoil from someone that should have been a support
instead of the dynamite.
In places where I shouldn't have been hurt
I now have barbed wire up to protect
The things that were done to me,
said to me,
or put upon me by you...
...make me who I am it's true.
But some experiences are best not even told in horror movies let alone lived;
by someone who thought they were loved.
Words and phrases of endearment kept me there
Even through the pain
I thought I could fix it.
You leaving me hurt at first I admitt
Codependency is an awful thing.
But I soon realized that I don't need you, desire you or want anything to do with you.
My life is better off without you and your mind games.
I may be dented,
Hell I may even be infixable from all the crap you put me through.
But now that I don't care what you think I can live with my dents and tears.
Makes me a better person to know that while I am strong enough to deal with a hell relationship
I will never allow myself to be in one again.
I won't allow myself to be treated like that again.
I know now that I am too good for you
For where I offered you everything...
...you offered nothing except for lyes and cheating.
I moved on, something I was told you really hated.
I'm now truly loved by someone who I intend to share the rest of my life with
Someone who loves me for me and is working to repare the damage you left.
Good-bye to all your crap and pettiness
I don't miss you the way you wanted me to.
I'm happy and there's nothing you can do about it except for sulk.
You're not the one putting the smile on my face.
Never were and never will be.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
I strip
To rip
Myself from
Myself
Major labels
Silly slogans
Dry wash only
Made to define me
Walking billboard
Corporate *****
I take off the hat
For the team I support
Put down all the digital devices
Cause they replaced my old vices
Remove the faded Levis
The Nikes, and super hero shirt
Disposed of the whole disguise
Got rid of the old lies
To find what really lyes
Behind my hazel eyes
Naked to find
Who am I beyond my
Consumer style consumption
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
*Something between us came and gone...
..,
Thought it was love or lust or desire
...
But if love comes to our hearts with worry!
...
It does not leave or knows to end the furry!!
...
Tis only a cloud with a drift passing by ...
....
In a dry desert with a hot sun in the sky ..
....
My sweat of love evaporated off my skin ..,
...,
My blood dried out and my heart stopped beating ...
....
I am not like yesterday.. My love is cured ..
...
One side pulling on the rope.. won't tighten the love even if the rope is tight ...
...
I dont deny that my love became heavy on the one I desire ..
...
There lyes my heart dead engulfed in flame and fire ...
...
She came and weeped at my heart crying really hard ..,
She said forgive me Bassam .. "I am too cold"
...
Her tears started dribbling down a little stream to my heart nub ...
....
And suddenly she heard my heart say "lub ... dub"
...
And some how my heart recouped from death absorbing its sorrow ...
....
It's started to beat with hopes of love and desires of tomorrow...
...
It rose in hopes of love of golden yarrow
...
She was happy to see me and wiped her tears ...
...
She said .., "Let's start a new beginning free of dismay and jeers" ...
...
"And endless love without delay"
...
"Away from false hopes and blame"
"Something with lust and without shame!"
I said "I am here ... my love is tamed!
"Take me on with lust ordained"
"I admit to you that my love has changed"
..
She said "Forever now ... you are locked within" ...*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
With every word, a story unfolds
Born, loved, and cared for, with a future and growth
Only to scamper from what you fear the most
Exposed as a fraud that you clench to and hold
Be it bold, be it brave, be it unknowingly close
Theron lyes the problem that’s written in stone.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
criss·cross (krĭs′krôs′)
~~~
verb:
criss·crossed, criss·cross·ing, criss·cross·es
1. To mark with crossing lines.
2. To move back and forth through or over:
noun:
1. A mark or pattern made of crossing lines.
2. A state of being at conflicting or contrary purposes.
~~~
Oh Steve,
you nailed me
one mo' time,
to this cross of mine,
it's composition,
wood of linear mish mash, and the
nails, of a clear liquid substance,
drops of contradictory emotions
insight inside,
your practiced spécialité,
disarming the self-arming, harming,
we let our minds assemble reasons why,
in order to ourselves
dissemble
I keep hammering myself
unsure why, unclear the charge,
unknown the inevitable outcome
but the lines are continuously crossing, indeed,
but the intersections dissatisfying, in deed,
which is why theses words sores,
seeded by your words,
both burst and languish,
taking to the limitless limit,
of deep water oil exploration
unsure if I want to discover,
unknown if I want to uncover
the essential oils,
the caustic causing lyes,
that anoint these graying hairs,
blind his eyes,
both resting upon a furrowed, burrowed,
a puzzled forehead expression of
confusion about such simple line items as
life everlasting
out of bounds,
out of town,
writing poetry,
down by Richie Haven's San Francisco Bay,
listening to Norah Jones, wailing plaintive,
another Pandora perfect choice
"Don't Miss You At All"
am I stuck on an endless, repeating rifle
firing blanks of repetitious, line life patterns,
or worse,
forever trapped in the colorless
spaces between,
wondering if I can answer-handle
Stevie Nick's pre-vision precsion
pinpricking, questioning,
about the seasons of our life
*" but time makes you bolder,
even children get older,
I'm getting older too...
and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,
well, well, the landslide will bring it down*"
so in this out of state, out of mind,
drinking up these meandering ramblings,
experiential wondering not,
if
the summer sunshine,
only the
when,
it will return,
and the lines drawn upon my face
sun burnt,
cease their
meaning meandering
re life's line items such as
life everlasting
~
Market Street
San Francisco,
two thirteen two thousand sixteen
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
To cross the line of painful resistance;
this is as they call ENDORPHINS.
To cross this line ten fold is to rip the muscles beyond were people would normally give up.
Which also allows you to prolong strenuous activity for hours:
"As too called STAMINA".
: Pain is weakness leaving the body- Marine Corps
: Pain is the sensation that lets you know your alive- Navy Seals
Pain is pleasure- A Masochistic Mind
To go beyond your natural ability,
to enhance what you know,
feel, and to gain that extra push in strength,
speed, and reaction.
This is the chemical within the body called ADRENALINE.
To control this sensation and manipulate this impulse is to harness this chemical and make it stronger;
to make it succumb and bend to your will;
This is the power accelerator that lyes within all of us.
For there is a select few that Convolute this impulses of the brain
( mind) , and Body.
: Stop imprisoning your soul, let it flow free.
: To fight with your mind in a cage, you just convolute the natural impulses of the body.
PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND THE LIMITS OF YOUR POWER/ABILITY;
YOU NEVER KNOW YOU MIGHT LIKE IT
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
He sat with Michaelanglo
a stirring butress, a rife old glutton.
Seething, the temple may be doomed.
And Jude, 'rich' as HELL,
beaming of priesthood. Cursed him
with mired lucher, saying... 'When do
you think our work will be done?"
The stars that shine about the church
over our heads are beauty,
in the Cistene Chapel are the same
stars that line the apothecary of our souls.
How then do we touch a theist?
With brooms over our feet,
with chicken bones to old to feed
to dogs, with lyes that burn the soul.
Tremulous attrition, and godless neoteny.
All munitions to the decks. For
Jude, the job is never finished.
And to a deity, man is completeness.
And the poet says to the unbelieved,
'Why so true?'
"No one will believe in God,...
if no one is in this Church."
The Sandbergs, the Blakes, the Jaynes's.
Here we have felt poetry, awakened to poetry,
and loved every minute of the poet.
What record could democracy create
by Judas? When does the account of
men try femine reason?
'Ill tell You',.. says Mr. Sandberg,
'Ill tell You!,...that naught one of us can forgive a
great poet.' And Jude, replied,... "Whom then
can I believe?"
Carl Sandberg leaned way back and answered,
'You can believe the Truth; she is warm
to the touch and cold for the feature of
treason.'
"Carl why then do we argue in 3rd person?" says
Jude.
Repling again, the Cistene Chapel is open
for marrage, the ceiling is finished because
no one can account for all of the stars, but who
has to pray with us for forgiveness.
My hands prean lust for wisdom with a
pen, my hands pluck keyboards as do
Aeolian Flutes. My heart is a broken sorrow
and my life is just a poet.
Carl has answered a question,
Jude has lies to tell, and a man will finish
painting the chapel with the sound of
Liberty bells.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
I dare not look at my hands
Why not?
The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans
You're afraid of your own thoughts?
I'm afraid of who lyes there
You're afraid of a simple man?
I never said my thoughts were fair
You're afraid of your hand
I sought out death and now I'm all but bones
I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan?
Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones
You intentionally ended your own lifespan
I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
She lyes her dreams down and sleeps
and prays her soul to keep
she feels a love that now cuts deep
as the tears she now weeps
She cries alone and holds in her hands
what's left of a heart that bleeds
left with her pain that love no longer needs
She cries alone where no one understands
through the shadows of black
and there's no turning back
as she cries alone in the night
where Heaven has no light
and no love to make her shine
She cries alone somewhere in a endless time
an Angel that now has fallen
as the world she knew is left broken
Spiritwind ©2016
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
They use their pretty faces everyday
And look with disapproval to the slightest display of self expression
But there is always a seemless crack
Hidden by lyes of the past and false promises of the future
Flonting their pretty face in the presence of a king
Masquerading their rotting corpses by disguising it with an expensive coffin
As for all the pretentious souls, those pretty faces aren't so pretty, behind the closed doors of solitude
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
Cascades of numbness suffocating the ecstasy.
The ecstasy you gave and
Took so thoughtlessly.
Bright lights dont dazzle anymore but blind.
Calm water doesnt sooth me now but triggers my fears.
And hope, hope lyes wallowing in the ashes of the past.
Waiting once again for the future to be different.
But hope will die.
Once again.
Hope will be a thing of the past.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
My seat slowly shaped
Into a moving sphere
My legs slowly gave
To the lack of steer
Conscious of my eyes
And how my body lyes
Conscious of my demeanor
And how I traced my "i's"
I couldn't help but wonder
Does he try to hide his wandering eyes
Does he secretly wanna hear my name?
Does he pick up on that these nerves are all part of a silly game?
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
A blind man in heaven lost in paradise.
He hears the sound of angel wings, he longs to fly, why can’t he see the sky.
A man trapped in darkness, can he escape and find the light.
He hears the river of life but can’t find the stream.
He feels the rain on his soul, but couldn’t see the rain rainbow.
Surrounded by miracles,yet his vision was cursed.
Encopmassed by beauty yet lost in fear is heaven a nightmare?
He falls to his knees and pleas open my eyes, so that I mite find the light.
Heaven became silent so that the voice was heard, open your eyes to see the world, look into your spirit to see what’s lyes within.
He open his third eye.
He gazes upon paradise for the first time and ask why… Look into yourself to see the light, paradise is found when you look from within. Camod
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
The only oppression
Is the oppression you create
We are one
With many different views
If we ask for change
We should change too.
50/50 is a working relationship
We all sweat
We all bleed
Red white and blue
Are the only colors I see
No one needs to understand any race
If we are proud to be one
Where freedom lyes
Then the only color The only oppression
Is the oppression you create
We are one
With many different views
If we ask for change
We should change too.
50/50 is a working relationship
We all sweat
We all bleed
Red white and blue
Are the only colors I see
No one needs to understand any race
If we are proud to be one
Where freedom lies
Then the only color that should matter is our colors in the sky.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
I sit here lost in my own thoughts about the future in the most depressing way,
She asks me if I'm okay,
"I don't know"
I continue spiralling into my depressed dream,
I lye on the bed lost,
She lyes beside me,
I turn my head to look at her my eyes glazed in thought,
Thinking about her dying in my own hands,
She blows air on my face and I snap out of my thoughts,
She begins to laugh and I laugh with her admiring her powers.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
this fear, this hurt, it over powers me, it devours me, baby.
tell me that it's all not just a waste, that i'm the only one who
holds your heart, that i can't be replaced.
tonight i'll get high, & fly out into outerspace,
trying to erase all of your mistakes.
i'm breaking down again, & where are you?
i can't trust a single word you say,
are you falling for someone new?
& what will take this pain away?
i sew my mouth shut, troubled by all of these unspoken
words, all of these questions without anwsers, eating me
alive like cancer. just be honest & real, is it really that hard
of a task?, because i'm so toarn by all of these questions,
that i shouldn't feel the need to ask.
just tell me that you're the anwser.
that gleam in your eyes, makes me terrified,
what lyes beneath them?, & how much do you hide?
oh how i love those eyes, but have they left mine blind?
because of all of these anwsers that i can't find, to the
questions that take away my piece of mind?
it is her, who makes me an insecure monster,
should i just give up & let go? because i'm so
restless & unsure, it's torture, so if it's too laight,
please just let me know.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
I watched the news today,
I watch it every day
and every day It seems the same
painful terror without shame
As Mother nature makes her call
She devastates both one and all
She'll slice her way across the land
As father demon lends a hand
And seas rise up towards the shore
Where land becomes the ocean floor
I watched the news today...
War torn places on their knees,
The innocent no longer free
A starving child, he walks alone
across a stony path he'd roam
Searching for the freedom, a gift that he once knew
His mother dead, his father hurt his brother disappeared
This child alone keeps going, there’s nowhere he can go
He searches everywhere for someone he may know
But no one comes to ease his pain,
His search for freedom, all in vain
I watched the news today...
The starving child who walked alone
He walks alone no more
He’s found amid the war zone
crouched, cold and all alone
He stares into his fathers eyes
where pain and anguish clearly lyes
Hand in hand they walk together
father, brother, and memories of mother,
Along a stony path they roam,
towards the tiny shack called home
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Where do those eyes lye
Eyes oh, those Eyes that do lye dry in the lines of gazing sites. Your consistent Admiration deserves consideration and the universe eyes lyes on participation now that deserves admiration
Sensation- from not 1, not from 2,but from 3 over standing conversations that left the room stimulating. Con-tem-plating while de-bating.Just waiting for Simple
convertstating.
But
That haha turns into lol's as the universe embraces atmosphere. Activating all neurons to a 100% complete to the tip of the peer. Hidden behind glass jars next to fancy fenced out bars of just a star. A star wanting to be a galaxy and burst into a Cosmo-ess erosion.
Pause. The time is here. The time is near. Soon the 9 will appear. The Eye hops in the grass no more i can say I have much sense now. And you see, my reach is ****** and the gap between know- ledge is exactly what might make me take this leap......
On to the streets of not giving a
**** In too deep. The universe does not sleep, only peeps. Peeps from the nest. The best in the highest tree. Mountain top minds that measures divine!
She just wants to be Words written on blank spaces....everywhere in time...... Its time..................
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I wonder if there truly is a land beneath the sea
where a people had once thrived
that over time
was swallowed whole or partially.
Would we recognize this land
if we saw with our two eyes?
Or would we write it off as simply that which it now lyes?
Eroded by the waves of force,
this land which we now see
was once a land abundant and beautiful,
now lying beneath the weeds.
Or would we see this land for its true worth?
A place where creatures now give birth
to creatures ever changing
ever growing just like we.
We're not so much different, your land and mine.
Yours is simply beneath water, and mine beneath the sky.
If all evaporation had occurred simultaneously,
the mountains would have grown so high that gravity
would look a little different from your world now looking down.
How would you define mine? How would you wear your crown?
Would you pollute me and disuse me,
or would you understand my ways?
Instead of simply writing me off as such,
a land that's lost in waves.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
Beneath my feet
Lys green grass
A ball approaching from a distance
hesitating, thinking should I catch or ignore it but I think fast and react
just before it passes my vision
I look up and there lyes a child smiling with joy
Her mother following closly behind like a fumble at a football game
She smiles and thanks me for my unheroic deed
As she walks away my heart beggs me to ask her stay
So I reacted quickly "saying" please mistress would please join me on my lonly read in the park
She answers well I would hate to intrude but I will if you insist
She sits closely enough to where her hair brushes my face
The suns beautiful rays of sunshine brings out her beautiful eyes
Dark and brown where the color of her eyes
Her skin so soft like sleeping on air suspended by nothing but love........
Part 2 Coming soon
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
I smacked your ****
and you smacked mine.
Everything was going fine,
till he came back into my mind.
He was my sunny day but it was also full of rain
I can't believe I'm saying this right now, But I miss him,
But I love you now, You make me feel with butterflies, But baby
I'm filed with lyes, I say I don't miss him but I do, I say I'd never kiss him
but I would. I love you to death but I just can't let him go. He was the Moon to my star and that's all I've ever known
I'll get over it, I promise I will, Just give me a minute to take my pills
To get these crazy thoughts out my head.
I love you, I do, the shame I feel. For liking him still but at the same time
Being by your side. I love you, I do.
I'm hoping this will work, Baby I love you so dearly please forgive me
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Drive my heart into the night,
Don't come back til its beautiful in sight
You crushed it with all your might,
And all the pieces lyes in your hand.
Silly of me to allow you to trick me with mental emotions,
Overdosing of pills as you hypnotize your potions.
My heart was all I had,
You left it wounded, cold and sad.
I don't want to leave without your love,
It tortured me as a wrecking ball.
As i carried the burden of your manipulative feelings,
Contemplating if it was real or just dealings.
you turned me into someone else as I adorn you.
It's out of my character but what if I did all the things you do.
Trying to remove all the pain and hurt you put me through.
Was it easy leaving me?
because it was so hard getting over of what I thought was meant to be.
-dpk
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC