"maligning" poems
Obscure is an understatement on how my nonsensical(s) joined squadron
I’ve taken nightly dips into an odious filled pool
Breaking the bonds and ties that outline the ripples waning opprobrious schemes
These livid moments of trauma events clash into the shallow reef
Orthodoxes lost abroad the endless natatorium
The chlorine punctures green hints that double in risk
Maligning my skin of stained memoir, tisk tisk
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
assembled
our living love being aligned
I tell you we re-union
my dream is boss run
an image of my dad viral to come to me
atoning tall alert and correct, stought 6'6"Utahan
the all knowing blank look on the man
Daaaaaad I say all long and drawn out
something big of the future about
something big say kanye west
the time of the stars coming
a being in the house of daughters mother
the her happy and bright concerned loving
looking like her youth in memory
the web tumblr blog pleiadian-starseed hosting
you celestial being honored kanye west
my pink quart shard from Louis' mom
a deep one full breath the sound
of 1000 honey bees buzzing
my finger tips dripping
how about you
say the Dove cooing
my eye explodes in vision of matrixs
colors designed shapes patterns
all life reflexed is each other...
all thru the mind watching me
now about your shoe our moment over keen
with family moving in the ground and patterns
the non celestial beings losing in his shoe
his eye of greed watching me maligning me
from a half mile away all he knows
is the **** in his shoe...
neanderthal evangelical living dead meat
stop exploiting creatures
let them live amongst all to commune
the cooing dove far ahead of man
mimicking the sounds of crows
I talk given back to the Dove
without speaking
the way of the dove
Starlight insured gjmars 6/27/15
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
A desert empty, hard, and mute some implied and maligning agent mere dust, soft clay, of eroding tides unsettling account, no balance to come in the pall of mistakes past
who are you to ignore the obvious effects of your actions? and ask the world to bend to your ignorance of other ends more exists without than is known within or spoken invisible but no less real, though forgotten our wills have mass
an epidemic of inattention content with meaningless negligence on a curved path, tethered and constrained wrought between collisions and propelled to escape
but man himself is a force of nature which counters all others and conquers so as to undo itself in its wake, risk values all reward so-called providence designs all consequence
the game plays itself
so it goes, and so it went
so it goes, and so it will, at the end
so it goes, and so it will, so it went, at the end, as it always would
the measure of man isn’t that which he hazards no hope in abandoning to shaping molding chance this alien land holds scars of man’s conversion does it manifest our victory, our destiny, or our barbarity?
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:08 AM UTC
Finish my pout:
Still in silver service, silence for stone
Speed of specialness, I implore to route
A friends smile, to a season of its loan...
Brazen, the tooth of intimacy
Even to the point, of reticent doubt
We are the sigh, of a debacle, ready for instancy
That has come and gone with needs, the many is now...
Courage
And the taint of a maligning lip
So sovereign, for a river of couth's, wage
*** and deliberation's share, in the stoic misery we whit:
Is a taste in wishes with none's voice, for more?
Set in mutual distrust, the music of completion...
Is a hardened drive for poised meager and tumultuous, war?
Of sincerity to fathom the just, the tow of comprehension with sin?
I hate, therefore I dream in colors...
Of heaven with a remembered plea:
Sated with your soul, and the intricacy of what honor; force
I have given not, the heed of history, in the voice of youth to be free...?
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 2:44 PM UTC
Luminous Mother inseminated
Cocoa colored hand cradling flower pod
This is the egg
He points
I am amazed at him
He is so smart
AP Biology paid off
The colors of rainbows are streaming down his face
I am tripping and the atmosphere is swallowing us
My wallowing is over with
Because I have become in tune with Mother
And I hear her crying
She says the men and women polluting her cause her dying
She says
Don't pay mind to the media, they are lying
You are all my beautiful children
The media's maligning
None of it is true.
I hear an infant screaming
No, I wasn't dreaming
It was heart-wrenching
I felt the hairs stand up on my skin
I heard a heartless mother scream at her children
and a toddler snide back
Yes,
Just like second hand smoke
Bad attitudes are just as easy to assimilate
You require your children to be respectful and well-kept
But look at yourself,
Look at yourself.
Mother Earth groaning with birth pangs
Will She deliver soon?
And if She is,
What will She be delivering?
Good or bad
Happy or sad
I cannot not tell
I only know it will be life altering.
So Mother,
Rest well,
Continue on with your cycles
Please don't take personally humanity's crimes
Most of us just don't know what the heck we're doing
We're cattle being directed to the slaughter house
And whoever aberrates
Is scorned
Let true love make you enceinte
Birth the result of that love
Dear Mother
We love you
We are just both lost and spellbound in you.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Ghost of my dead saviour, off to haunt my achievements
Spawning, in me, resentment
Maligning my devotion with its indifference
Fiery dragon of the East, off to find contentment
Slaying emotions, with abandonment
Deceived me with its sombre appearance
This dragon has made me dependent
The things that thrilled me, now scare
This dragon has ****** its aegis upon me
Now all I can feel is, a suffocating snare
Angel and the Gambler selling hope, devilishly
Peddling dreams and joy, treacherously
Advertising homes for saints and sinners
Heart runs behind obliterated trust, mindlessly
Being the judge of its desires, heartlessly
No unbelievers in the city of illusions
This Angel has forced me to let my guard down
This Gambler has made me cave
My altar has made me a wrongdoer
My worships vilified by my pain
It is time to Alter the Altar
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
*** one measly **** sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
. The Firm.
The stiff, the taut and the firm,
unyielding unbending uncaring.
Maligning of Meghan, Palace
escape goat, sins of empire
came back to haunt them.
Di and Dye, the indelible
stains of a royal banner.
Remove *The Harp, we
want no part of it.
Ryan O'Leary. 31st Dec 2022
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 5:20 AM UTC
He crows about his crowd size
For “winning” an election
While most of us experience
Democracy’s defection
donald knows no boundaries
His pants always on fire
Now numbers past 12 thousand
Show he’s a constant liar
Praising evil dictators
He thinks that we won’t notice
While kow-towing to putin
Our crazy shady potus
Earth’s life-supporting systems
Are collapsing day by day
Showing scorched Earth strategies
Daily through his EPA
Rolling regulations back
For Mother Earth’s protections
Defiling our National Parks
Drilling toxic injections
The Amazon is burning
Is any country helping?
The Earth is getting hotter
Too many glaciers melting
trump’s polluting our sandbox
Distracting us from the greed
In the frenzy of rollbacks…
his relentless Twitter feed
Maligning our Free Press
It’s clear for whom he’s rootin’
Eliminating sanctions
Against vladimir putin
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
quick figurative brush stroke drawn out character sketch
(serendipitous verisimilitude)
i stand in awe
(with mouth agape) at elegiac, fantastic,
and graphic idyllic Kinkade magic
leaving breathlessness from craw
at such artistic talent oozing
spellbindingly, whatever
aforementioned noteworthy craftsman
didst paint or draw,
and chanced to comment
about sad affairs leaving flaw
in regard to questionable business ethics -
where press hee haw
contradicting, maligning, undermining, and jaw
boning sans said late talented mortal
engaging in sketchy traits of south paw
city when contrasted with a dog given gift -
ooh...such rah...rah...rah
when he first appeared on the scene,
where most viewers saw
utmost dynamic, fantastic,
and harmonic convergence
displaying such prosaic, rhapsodic,
titanic art show events
hum...and perhaps not surprising
his illicit in dull gents presents stark contrast,
staring hypnotized as imagination invents
experiencing peaceful, restful
and tumblerful joie de vivre espying
honorable mentioned nonpareil oeuvre
that placidly rents
craving to disappear into bucolic landscape whence,
splashed upon canvass,
attempting to bat
presumed "FAKE" rumors aside as nonsense - fat
chance prevailed constituting:
deceitful, immoral, unfaithful sly kat
nocturnal antics, despite scathing attacks
(cut him down to size), niggardly praises spat
out for me, I maintain cult of personality (his)
setting Mac Book Pro wallpaper
with exemplary landscape,
either authentic or copy cat.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
The harder you push,
The harder I fight back.
Calm and peace, in a rush
I guess, is what I lack.
You call it back answering,
I feel it's self-defense.
Your anger is transferring,
Replacing my common sense.
You always love maligning me,
Doesn't it mar your integrity?
I won't back down, as you can see,
I'll always uphold my dignity.
What I fail to realize is that
In this game of losing and winning,
My fight, I feel, is for good but
The Satan in me is grinning.
How much ever hard I try,
Virtuous be the intention of what I do
Resolute I am, refusing to cry
Vexation, the reason I am becoming you.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
I've despised you for so long
That I don't know how else to feel
It's not that I even want
To waste any emotion on you
But
your actions
Have permeated my life
In countless ways
Some days I curse you
And other days I forgive you
Or at least
I try to
But my heart weeps
For that little girl
For the innocence lost
And the morbid betrayal
The sound of your name
Can still bring revulsion
And I want to scream out
For all to hear
You were a *******
But there's no point now
You're gone from this earth
And maligning the dead
Isn't something to be done
And yet my heart weeps
For that little girl
And innocence
Lost
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
I haven’t felt that way about a girl
Since two continents ago
She’ll give you some land
And then leave you alone
And then deep in her cavern
She’ll turn you to stone
But I know how to glow with that Perseus flow
With that Gambit charisma
That Montana snow
In a fungal brain jungle
That moment of truth
When I drop the Ebola
And show you my youth
Is submissive to none
But my mother’s blue sun
And the red star immortal’s
Conquistador gun
And the young who inhabit
A bad rabbit future
I teach them to lead
As a culture shock tutor
Maligning the tumor
Of global dominion
In any one mind
With my omniverse vision
Of cold wars at peace
Still evolving us to
The perspective of gods from the other side’s moon
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC