"naturalism" poems
It was upon the whim of an ancient cataclysm,
That brought forth the faith of naturalism.
The praying of saints and sinners alike, whether in the grave or still full of life.
A judge of true light to be heralded as grand,
Receives the effort of an avenging plight.
Remember in darkness where the truth lies, as it lies in the beholder's eye.
Trick our souls into feeling the withering cause of death.
With one last stroke we shall take expel our breath.
Break down these barriers and how they exist,
Make all divinity crash down with it.
What gods may conquer, they shall never control.
For the armies of faith and secularism will be in turmoil.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
With heavy sigh
A single leaf falls
The first I've caught in the act
It slides down my right shoulder
Kissing my skin with parched lips
'Save me,'
It whispers
"No,"
I sing
A single, skittering chipmunk
Bounds across the soggy banks
Of Lake Fred
Unafraid and nearly near enough to touch
But keenly and instinctually aware
Of my innate barbarism
He keeps his distance
"Did you see that?"
I call to him
Pointing to the crumpled leaf beside me
"Summer is dying."
The chipmunk stops
Cranes its neck and twitches its whiskers in consideration
And replies
'Of course it is,
What else would it do?'
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
Lost in the club on the way to the bathroom
American dreamless, existed in a vacuum
Every day, another way for us to consume
Raids on the senses, a general consensus
of the senseless, reprehensible amendments
The armaments by the tenements, diffused
Confused, never used, lonely in the fugue
And you
You who assume, presume, eschew the ruin
of the brewing times, rising tides, the lies
and of ties that bind - us to the times
and to meaningless rhymes
By illuminated rooms when the eye blinks
Think, blink, the pink rink - closed
By the hours that be, powers that see
Subversive naturalism
in a state of debate, compensate the reckless
Feckless and dick-less, compost of the senses
The sexes have wrecked us, ****** of the spectrum
By your septum reset them, mind wiped
Iconic lights gone
The new light's on
Right on
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
It is the supply
Receipt of the followings
Ecological security,
Social and emotional security, and
Economic security!
These supply are conditional
With the followings
Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship,
Care for humanism,
Ready to co-exist with diversity,
And minimalism!
Total Cost for supply is
World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state
With additional taxes for negative externalities
And subsidy for positive externalities!
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
*Every human has a destined LOVE
Same way as every galaxies has a milky way
As every star is a sun
And every sun has its planets
Can we nudge this LOVE
Closer to human interactions?
Or can we train ourselves
To be open to LOVE?
Or is it that humans just need procreation?
Get to some other place folks
Where LOVE doesn't exist
Because it's within your choice
And power to be open to LOVE
You even created GOD...
Is it impossible for you
To live with naturalism of LOVE?*
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
There was no hope
for Dubliner Dedalus:
a shift from naturalism
into the bizarre
Not enough to effuse
or diffuse: a hero
in the firmest sense
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
scars are a blighted currency.
we speak in overstatements,
blood capsules and parlor tricks
translated villainy romanticizes eras of naturalism
our fate
in the balance of underwhelming prose
and i think i would know
cradled curses
baby i was born this way
you've got to catch up
puking emperors exemplify judgment lapses
and solidify an irreconcilable clash
the study of clinical lycanthropy
is just a step above and beyond the underwhelming
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Around the landscape,
Grass is perfect, made of plastic
False flowers bloom year-round
The sky is a brilliant cerulean, always
The world does not spin,
Tilted on it's axis
Everyone is perfect,
Their faces equivalent to one another
There is no love,
Nor naturalism
Everything is artificially sweetened.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
I just want to be honest
to not have to create
characters
settings
scenarios
walls which can never be scaled
I just want to be me
but it's hard sometime
not on good terms
with father time
and it feels like
I'm never moving fast enough
and not moving forward enough
I learned about naturalism
in tenth grade honors English
but it wasn't until
I saw my friends
the people I love
and faces i will never
get to remember
fall into the trap
and I always swore
never you Harry
you're stronger than that
but it seems that
my only strength
sn self-deception
and acceptance
My lungs swell
and I let out a ****** scream
but no sound comes out
deep in a thick ocean trench
and I never learned how to swim
But i think I'm getting stronger
I can't beat time in a foot race
But I'm going to make it work
for this victory
my journey means
becoming the person
I always knew I could be
at 12 years old
untouched and pure
I said hello to poetry
and she presented herself to me
a grand canyon
overflowing with truth
and therapeutic readings
whatever might happen to me
I tell myself every morning
You are going to make it
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
Baby, angel, I have begun
growing chamomile on the left side of my mattress:
you left it warm enough to grow something
as impossible as weeds. And I know
I am preferable to the sun
at least to you, but what about the moon? There is just
something about luna, the moon, lune.
Sometimes I want to talk to it the way I would
you: moon, oh my stars,
I did not believe in naturalism until I believed in you.
Baby, angel, we are only embers
of what we once were. I heat us up as tea
and grow herbs where you once would breathe.
Warding off bumblebees by
taking their stingers into my paw, the air can hurt us.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Tell me what it is
About the trees
Dusty grey and gloomy in October
That resonates so dearly with a heart
Melancholy and somber
This rain is soothing
Like the soft white I line my walls with
A golden haze playing through my veins
And flames to match the essence
But not the calefaction
You can watch me drift into a paralysis effortlessly
A debilitation cold and lingering
Like lifeless trees awaiting the worst
Some sun
Does not change the course of nature
And I wonder what flavor of future
Nature holds for me
I feel like the trees
In the middle of a foggy autumn afternoon
Comfortable
And content
Living in the shadows of a world
Too engulfed in regurgitated highs
To contemplate or appreciate struggle
A world utterly ignorant to individuals soft spoken and inherently
Harmonious in the ways of authenticity
And naturalism and realism
We have the endurance to undergo lifelong tempests
But lack the energy to speed through
Trivial phases of Insatiable beauty
Our growth is goddess enough
Tell me what it is about the moon
Majestic and nostalgically haunting
A calming through night's terrors
And unforgiving traumas
Silver whisps of validation shine into a heart
With love looking a little too much like silhouettes
An ebony void seeping into the cracks of joy
And pain becoming an obvious pattern
And the moon is there always
Watching the molding in a resentful awe
What happened to the life of the young
Happiness looking like summer nights
And chrismas lights and vintage pop bottles
Fading into an uninviting outline
Through that type of half reality
Half fantasy version of time
Months feeling like hours
But unrewarding years all the same
Childhoods disappearing into insomnia
And I'm not very hungry
And I don't want anything for my birthday
Kind of aloof answers
We get it
We're all just tired
Tell me what it is
About the stillness of autumn
That induces a numbness in our hearts
Watching our desires blow away with the wind
One by one
They sing their remorse through aeolian howls
Uncanny and ghost like
Or the early nightfalls
That strangely feel more intimate
Than our last touch did
A type of familiarity rather profound
And lacking in any form of resentment
Maybe it's the significance in vulnerability
The stripping away of irrelevant priorities
To see the real
To see the roots
Tell me what is is
About the trees
Dusty grey and gloomy in October
That soothes a tired soul
A vagabond in search for more
And a heart a little too in love with loss
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
Sick of the world listen to the hearts of the boys and girls
Innocents souls being tested manifested and rejected
To naturalism I break the sentences in the prison
Wake up world you see they love to keep ya mind in a swirl
Got women playin' men vice versa I'm finna reverse tha
Wickedness ya see on TV is all a fantasy
Believe this believe that think for ya instead of helpin' ya
They wanna see ya fall to ya knees knock on Congress door for some government cheese they separatin' homes putting poison to our domes all alone I look at the cyclone
It's a ball of confusion Trump is a savior to past time evil behavior
Involvin' KKKs I'm packin' AKs its Black Panthers way everyday
Causing tension without lynchin'
Their own necks they say there a threat but force is invisible
I see the miserable lies they sold the same routine is gettin' old
Change is good thing but turns into a bad thing
If you looked at the chaos ring
Rise of taxes tilted the world axis poison food puttin' spirituality in a bad mood
Makin' an asexual society quietly rages a unbalance energy
Women holding they ******* in? Scared *** of a biblical sin that written back when
Emperor's of Rome stay with young men in war in exchange for chump change only to die in war families left in sore
More dead men equals more women whorin' for sure
Don't take out on me cuz I see the same list
And goes on and on americas claim they beautiful
But souls ugly and pitiful scream peace but press for war mad at Israel cuz they coming to even the score for sure
I'm Malcolm and Che mixed into one asè trust their gonna be a change either way til the day
The day that I die I'm keep exposing all the hidden lies never had a half closed third eye embracin' my energy matter from the universe
The black hole feeding my draconian soul
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
Wanted to start with an honest take
On T.S. Eliot's fulmination towards criticisms
Regarding the debater, Mr. Grierson's
Point of view on metaphysical writings
In purview of genuine poetic dissertation and discussion
Presentation of the nuances of poems are intriguing
Wherewithal that there is a diligent approach taken
To study John Donne and Cowley
Marvell, one of the social upheavilists
Of this time t'was real t'was true to naturalism
However, Goethe points out " in their unnaturalism they poised on naturalism"
There is a lot to say for Mr. Eliot's debate
Not too much for Mr. Grierson's review of some good old fashioned
Amorous verse, inasmuch it bewitches the languid sensuality
Often the purer and fairer opposite ***
Through genuine use of wit and impressive stoicism
A thoroughly metaphorical use of the term "stoic"
Can be attributed to the use of complex imagery
It would be interesting if one drew parallels
On the concepts of love and spirituality
It is expressed in reading that deals with rapid association of thought
English language canon and poetic implication are there, of course
Basically, what the poet is trying to say and the implicit understanding
Between a lover and a mistress
One could say it is a conversation or a nuanced conversation
Between the reader and poet
Such is the metaphysics of women and their love for genuine metaphor
It is often the velleity of the poet to write in such esoteric language
Therefore, one could understand the heterogeneous ideas potrayed
In each poetic verse of Donne's repertoire cannot be
Misconstrued as unnecessarily analytic
Almost like the dissection of a patient in surgery
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC