"mentalities" poems
From creation ill forever stay in rotation,
Feeling temptations, which slowly turn into frustrations,
Switch feelings, anger turns to rage, which burns to hate,
Words change to actions, fuels opportunities to incriminate
Blunts begin and go clockwise person to person, thoughts get lifted and minds worsen
Mentalities bend, back around the start becomes the end,
I forever stay in rotation, travel from station to station,
Slowly pacing forward to reach my destination
Though from the very start, fates the same ill soon depart
Forever in rotation, from birth to death to my reincarnation
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
I am my brother's keeper not his reaper
But it seems to me people rather die than survive and become stronger than they already were
Tsk shame on them, shame on me
It is sad that we are stuck in our old mentalities
We rather put each other 6 feet underground than help one another climb a mountain
Slavery may be over but now we are just binding ourselves in these rusty shackles that were left behind
They're cutting through our skin, poisoning our blood, corrupting our minds, making us forget that we have come a long way
That we are not where we once were
They strain us, drain us of all of our energy
Leaving us crawling on the floor searching for scrapes to put ourselves back together again
I understand that we are not where we wish to be
That we still have a long journey ahead of us
That we are still marching forward like soldiers
But it is not helping the fact that a brotha can go out and serve in the military for 13yrs and survive but come back home to his own street only to be shot in the head by his own partner
Then we complain saying the white man is killing us
Hell we are killing us
**** black lives matter
**** white lives matter
**** all **** lives matter
What we fail to realize that we are our own future
Not them
We control what we do
We control where we go
Not them
But if we continue down this dark path we are heading down
Well let me just say we won't have a future
And again I say...
I am my brother's keeper not his reaper
But the way things are looking
We will be our brother's reapers not their keepers
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues
Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness
Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues
Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness
Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues
Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness
Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues
Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness
Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues
Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte
Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues
Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte
Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues
Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite
Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league
Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite
Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau
Panoramic imagery empiricist
Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show
Ontological somatalogy lyricist
Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know
Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist
Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back ***
Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
No matter what is expected or preconceived
Remain determined
Break through the chains of other's mentalities of what is to be
You are more than yesterday's realities
If you persevere there's no stopping your choices manipulating destiny
A persons fate is not set in stone
We grow beyond the mold of past perceptions
Never allow another to lessen your ambitions
Speak through velocity to prove undeniable ability to overcome and achieve
The cost whatever it may be is worth the sacrifice to obtain your dreams
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Hand on the good book that I never read,
I swore my loyalty though you know I like to fib,
Even as your see the guilt gushing beneath my skin,
I’ve been holding the prosecutor’s hand, with another on the switch,
A spineless snitch waiting for the green light to fry you for what Benjamin did,
So sorry this couldn’t have been different,
But the chair only seats one according to our governance,
And I’m not the victim with a scheme preached as providence
So sorry for the inconvenience
But I want to feel the pulse of the pompous cease,
And watch the stillness of eyes that once blinked,
When they found the oval throne of a tyrant
Instead of the virtuous,
The one who was to lead us,
So who’s stopping me from strapping you to that seat?
Since my crime caused the scene
Since your fathers where the ones who put your sons to sleep
Coming from the cranial cracks of the insane,
Those that tried justified slavery while promising us all equality
I am the reason they put price tags on humans
And why this isn’t the land of the free
I’m the governor forcing your loyalty
Or I tell everyone you’re a traitor before finding you guilty,
I’m Uncle Sam’s mistress,
The thought process of social unrest,
When the enemy was a homegrown threat,
When Plymouth protest turned to disobedience,
I was with the Protestant,
I’m the crack in the Liberty Bell,
The judge, jury, and judicial jezebel,
The King, the colonial, the freedom fighter, the insurgent
I’ve once facilitated your independence,
I was your lust for a better existence
Since the struggle against a parliament
I’ve been dealing you an idealistic hand,
Since the election of the forty-third,
I am the notion that this isn’t the promise land
Like a revolutionary remedy
I am the idealistic ******
The enemy of our mentalities
The thought of defying the constraints this reality
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
minds and mentalities
corrupted and broken
from the noxious words
and infectious actions
by the repercussion and influence
of the people we once knew
who's hardened brains perished
and withered away
who's guarded hearts mutilated
and commutated
who's perspective reciprocated
and influenced predominantly
by fallacious things
how will we,
when will we
restore our youth?
m.p.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
Am I in the right headspace?
Do I travel the galaxies conjured by my thoughts just to end up in black holes?
I’m seeking epiphanies
You know, those elusive supernovas that defy even the eyes of gods
I claim to be rich in spirit, yes
Trying to measure my wealth with the hours I spend in the stratosphere
above every worry that injects my bones with the weight of 2 Earths-
the weight of a place that doesn’t want to ever wait
Yet it must
You can’t break a chrysalis and expect patterns on the wings
You’ll get misshapen kaleidoscopes
and fragmented isotopes
beings who’ve never climbed but will die trying to ascend ropes
Am I in the right headspace?
Is my consciousness a constellation waiting to take form?
What will be the shape?
I’ll never be strong enough to resemble the buckle on Orion’s belt
I’ll never be the mouth at the big dipper,
drunk on the secrets of the cosmos
I’d want to be the hands gripping Polaris
sharing light for the planets who only see a moon rise
Am I in the right headspace?
Because I’ve fallen into nebulas,
realms where humans stand on the heads of giants yet look no higher
I’ve seen flawed ideologies that challenge monuments with their size
I wonder what it’d take for us to realize that we could be immortals
free from the finite mentalities that stunt our growth from the very roots.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
How do I stop these headaches...
The pounding in the center as if my brain is being shaken out of place.
The irritation that makes me pray to keep my blood pressure down because hypertension runs in my genetics.
Constantly reacting, each error becomes a catalyst to a headache that makes me clench my teeth, claw my seat, wrinkle my brows. Instantaneously this frustration reoccurs.
My mother and I alternate the burden. These headaches run through both our veins. Genetically annoyed. Venting to each other of how we don't think our bodies can handle anymore. Our bodies dying as our frustration lives happily and stress free. Just piling her burdens on us. Taking advantage of our need to get things done, advantage of our go getter mentalities.
Aspirin after aspirin. They disappear so fast these days.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Would you say my words express possible realities
Resulting in different mentalities ?
Or
Are they just written/verbal fallacies
Resulting in abnormalities of letters and words hoping to avoid any literary casualties?
How about both
Sadly, here you can only read it,
So you don't hear it, you just see it, but it's something I'd love for your ears to meet with
Nothing really can compete
With vocal manipulation of speech or how certain pronunciations can proceed
Living through a zub-zero temperature year is what it took for me to be able to reel in my minds cable and see clear
Avoiding a fatal crash I quickly grabbed the wheel to steer
Away from hitting a metaphorical deer
It's not a black cloud that hovers above me
It's god and the devil playing rugby
Every time I try to watch they just stare back and mean mug me
Two opposing forces going head to head?
More like a sorcerer and a sorceress sharing a bed
How many times can a bee sting if it's already stung?
None, it has a single stinger that's the only one
After that, the songs been sung and that bees life is done...
An answer to a question avoiding any deception just so you can understand the expression and find your own reflection
-J.A.M
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
What is life without something bigger
Are we at the top of the food chain
Or just larger than life
Or to obsessed with it
These mentalities are exasperating
Philosophically speaking
We’ve barely scratched the surface
Of what is called humanity
Honestly
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Mentalities that leak all over my everything.
Uncertainty has eroded my respect of self.
Opportunities are disregarded.
Ideas strewn across the room.
A dose of lies so potent
It deteriorates my motives, and beliefs.
Struggling to resist the voice inside
that started as a whisper;
a slight breeze in a self made hell.
I spoke too soon, yet I haven't said a thing.
A silence so aesthetic it takes me to the edge
Where I am vulnerable to only that which is true.
My demons hide behind mirrors,
And haunt the corridors of my thoughts.
Their surreptitious plans demand All of me.
I am placed in their pockets, and am considered the favor
upon which they believe they deserve.
Pirating my spirit, Robbing my composure,
They only desire my emotions.
For if they acquire My happiness,
they know,
My happiness is the only thing
that can save me from my dues, my debts.
This very reason, is why I fight,
This very reason, is why I shall never surrender,
Even if I am left with nothing.
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC
I was made to believe I could always improve.
Of course I assumed that meant others could, too.
Because why would we want to remain stagnant?
We live each day like fragments we hope will attract like magnets
And piece into the picture-perfect paradox we call life.
We are driven by this horribly humane curiosity
Accelerating to increasing velocities,
Until we inhibit our ability to realize when enough is enough
Lost in the instilled thoughts that manipulate our emotions with their bluff,
That we should never settle.
But never say never.
As cliches turn into ever-present moments,
We learn that striving is only a component of who we are.
Because if we keep chasing a limit that keeps rising
We’re only chastising a perfectly acceptable being.
Like a cigarette pressed against wrinkled lips,
This vague mantra is a hidden temporary fix.
One that ignites so easily and makes sense to the brain
But never quite knows when to seize it’s reign.
Because no parent has ever told their child when to stop trying.
We fall under control of our own mentalities trying to push us further.
But when can we put the pressure on the back burner?
And try to accept who we are
Before we accidentally discard
A perfectly adequate being.
Sometimes a friendly reminder to advance is taken out of hand.
But my hands have been fidgeting with rings until I brand their bands with indents.
Ones that burn through my skin and leave the memories of closed fists.
The fear of loving where we are or who we’re with should not exist.
For when you’ve exhausted all your happiness and have wilted to your last petal,
I will be flourishing still, for I have learned to settle.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
I have information channeling in from the past through my DNA
i am an open portal to receive the teachings of ancient tantric left hand paths ,
my mother accepted her teaching from an aged midwife with no daughter , she taught her the power of intuition and the secret ways to move between realms without being detected
And this teaching is so secret that only now do i see the lessons,
She wove them into games we played and how she dressed herself , held herself
I run quickly with the tumbling lessons falling out of pasts giant lips painted in the sunset sky ,
i can read the clouds for messages , they never fail , the moon too sends her cool wisdom
i can read people quickly and see through to their highest self , but it takes energy so i must cultivate myself
i am a garden and flowers burst through my skin and out from behind my eyes wild roses grow , to fall into the pit of my stomach and be burnt by the roaring sun inside
after a while the alchemical process subsides and i distill the free magic scent
from which i add a whiff or two to my wrists before i leave home , this is a protection shield of the highest order
take heed if these words talk to your soul , because then you will know i have a message to deliver
The collision of two planes will destroy both ( metaphysically) giving rise to a merged existence that holds qualities of each parent,
yet,
totally new aspects from our current mentalities , thus the cycle can only be compleated when we are ready , each one will find their own turn and preahps a path they would do well to learn is the path of the soul , mind and body
The collapse of ridged belief systems and debt binders ( physically) will mark the border lines , the doldrums where the weak are prayed upon like a pastor dishing out blessings to the congregation
And my friend , in amongst the mess there will be those who would do well to lead you astray , hold fast , as long as you know your own heart the ripples will only fuel you instead of decay
We are speeding up to convergence , can you feel it?
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
Part One
A American Madman's Farwell
I was fried from the scene in LA the lights the fake women with the perfect smiles and quick to jump in bed mentalities that if thinking you were a casting director were all to eager to sell there souls .
The were twisted insane drug addicts maybe that's why I had grown to feel at home amongst them and there demented ways.
I had grown numb to the excess the high quality drugs and all night binges .
My mornings were like rising from the dead more agony than pleasure
I found even now to arise from the crypt it took far more than a stiff drink and a good **** I had to dam near summon a voodoo priestess to bring me back to the living good thing even the masters of the occult all desired to be famous and were already here .
Everyone was after the fast track that quick fix and I was just after yet another story.
I was just another snake in the garden all to eager to take advantage of the first opportunity to strike the innocent then leave them with a expensive habit and some cab fair in the morning .
I sat there as I do now ice in glass bottle on the table frustrated in need of something more one last adventure was on the horizon .
And my sights were set on the land down under .
Were the heat and mystery surrounded my thoughts where the page could breathe and my thoughts could take flight one last time .
I sat there a addict in need of another fix one that only a finally dose of adrenaline and adventure could curb my desires .
My choice was made long before my bags were packed.
and few lines and some stiff drinks were all I desired to see this road to its end .
I paid my bill packed my **** and was ready to be lost .
L.A. was a mistake always willing to happen and a new Atlantis destined to be at the bottom of the sea .
I was buckled in and blown out of my mind as the 747 blasted from tarmac bound for escape pointed towards the sky .
I was higher than Jesus and bound for a story that would be far beyond the depths of my own madness .
Sir would you like a drink ?
The stewardess asked me when we were stable within the clouds.
You can fill in the blank when it comes to my reply .
Just make sure it's a double .
Please fasten your belts ladies and gentlemen the madness will begin shortly .
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Abiding in tidy quarters
In which space I will confine
But my life is full of hoarders,
Pack things rashly in my mind
Some more obvious, some more subtle
Seems likely I'll never
See through the rubble.
Rational thought can be transferred
Transplaced
Deterred
Through the nostalgia of a *** once stirred
Finding divets of respect
For those who expect me
To level at their self inflicted debt
Is beyond words that come to be
Break the dams down of succession
Find my daily dosed oppression
Is within the people I reside
I can't run, cause they know where I hide.
Move with me; I've moved with you
Contorted into mentalities by body couldn't do
Just to watch you stay untrue
I can't reflex anymore,
I'm deadened to your dramatic lores.
Done waiting for the progress
For reciprocation past due
Cause I'm waiting to wane this fever,
And the antidote's not you.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
How many ways can humans prove each other wrong? Let me skim the Library of “i know and i know” i can blow you kisses or punch your face, call you a loser or get you drunk with lips that pour sweet nothings. Sugary or bitter, with noise or dead silence, “your wrong” is the song to be sung. In a castle of pride locked and tortured by criticism, even a friend can turn foe in the realm of ‘i know, i know” But who can ever let go of the self-sacrificial blade that bloodies the soul into the sweetness of unseen pride? OOO our language is tainted with poisoned lips that drip gross mentalities of perfection on earth, something’s killing me in this world of ”i know” So here i go, eating bread crumbs that lead me back to where my heart once was and in that darkness so dank with tears, i found what i really KNOW…..NOTHINGGGGGGGG
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I'm there for those with knives in their backs
For those with hearts that are chipped and cracked
With deteriorating mentalities
And crumbling realities
I'll be your friend
To the bitter end
Your secret lover
Your blood brother
I come from the darkest depths
Defile life and defy death
Faster than the eye can see
Slave to adrenaline but yet, I'm free
Call me if you need me
But only if you need me
I'm the one your parents warned you of
The one you love to hate and hate to love
A thief, a cheat with all the connections
You look at me and cry because I'm your beautiful reflection
I assure you everything is fine
I tell you, we're all born to die
Addiction and suppression
Conviction and depression
I am no one
I come from nowhere
I come from nothing
Unless you have something to give
No one is going to care
This hurts you more than it does me
I'm the ******* child
Always in the wrong, am I right?
I'm the best at being the worst
Don't pay me any mind
Unless you wanna take this outside
That's where I am
And that's where you'll be safe
It's almost too good to be true
Because it is
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
Our personalities may not be in line
Our lives may not be in line
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Our mentalities may not be in line
Our emotions may not be in line
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Bloodshed is forbiden in the bloodline
Blood-shared is the foundation in the bloodline
Dishonesty breaks the bloodline
Unity builds the bloodline
Generations are the history of the bloodline
Generations are the future of the bloodline
Kindness flows veinous like a grape-vine
When love is core, the bloodline is devine
Jealousy brings divide
Truth makes bloodline concrete
Genes are the roots of the bloodline
Actions are the stem of the bloodline
Acknowledgement of the bloodline means you're not alone
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
High school is an old-new path
With much along the way
It is old sweatshirts
And worn-out earphones
And old mentalities swayed
It is headaches in math
And old white sneakers
And love without a doubt
Goodbyes called
Hellos sang
From a whisper to a shout
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
Our mentalities are separate,
cautious.
We are of simple minds,
of hardened hearts,
not yet ready to believe in each other—
in ourselves.
And above, a black midnight
Reflected brilliantly upon the water;
a pool of ink.
The stars, dusted across the darkness.
We lunge, we dive, into
blackened pools of adrenaline and
nighttime.
The transformation hits us
like a wrecking ball;
like a wrecking ball,
numbness flows into us,
creeps unto us
as we stand, together,
the ink falling
from our shoulders
and skins;
from our judgments.
Our reflections are changed,
perhaps irrevocably.
And then the heat;
the heat.
A warm caress on our quivering skin,
a welcome silence to our chattering mouths,
now hushed, tired.
The taste of iodine, of laughter,
coats our dry, sticky lips as we
mute.
Our senses, now acute.
The sizzle and snap of
hot steam, cold breaths.
We taste, smell and now—
feel the sage, warming us.
And suddenly, out of the darkness,
I can imagine.
As if in a sunlit afternoon,
hot and humid.
Birds wings flash above brightly;
they flutter lightly, carefully extended,
beneath a robin’s-egg blue.
In the dark without a moon,
as our impurities and vanity
melt and collect at our dirt-covered fingertips,
we all extend our wings.
We all extend our wings and fly.
Trust the air. Feel the sky.
We are connected,
as if on a single wind.
Infinitely strong, yet perhaps
unseen.
Our skins are softened as we leave,
the breath of a story
still on our ears.
We breathe deeply a perfume-less air.
We flash our wings, now extended fully
without reserve
For all to see.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC