"negates" poems
How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's comprehension is unbelieveable
But the fact is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surpises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of accepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Detain my mind,
the rind my brain.
Again, again, and again.
To what do I owe,
this mindless dowry.
What harvest I've sown,
misery... in company.
I've the mind of a poet,
and the mouth of a sailor,
which completely negates
my valor.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:45 PM UTC
Acerbic antagonist alliterates agonizing accusations,
blasting ******* backbiter butting beautiful bombastic brainy blond bomb.
Cumulative cranial casualties cease caveman's cognitive coherence.
Doom digger derides Daddy's dangling dire dreary ****
Eclectic esoteric eccentric egotistical estranger;
Forthcoming fathoms fetch faithless fleeting father.
God given goblins gather gossamer ganglions;
Hell's hairy harlot harpies hover heeding Hyperion.
Ignatius imbibes irrevocably insisting,
"Jesus juggles justice's joy jarring jams."
Kindness kindles Kilimanjaro;
Malicious mountains melt, Mmm, morning marjoram.
Nothing negates Neanderthal ninnying.
Overt obsessions obfuscate original object of
purest passions, paltry past pinings,
quickly quieted, quelled,
resisted, relinquished, readily, ruefully, roundly
saturated, suffocated; surreptitiously silenced,
terribly torturing the thrashed tamed tormentor:
Ugly, ungrateful, unapologetic,
Vanity,
woefully wallowing, wailing, "Where's
Xanadu's
zeitgeist!?"
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
Tell me,
Tell me how,
Tell me how I’m selfish,
Tell me how I’m selfish for planning my ending.
Explain to me how, though you can see the ropes tied to my limbs,
and you can feel the itch of my scream in your ears,
and ignore it,
that I am selfish.
“They took their own life”
As if it’s a surprise.
They finally retrieved the ultimate prize.
The right to their own life.
A life spent on somebody else,
as I often restrict myself,
“I can’t leave, there’s too many people relying on me.”
Explain to me how YOU are selfless,
when day after day,
at any opportunity you remind me that I made a MISTAKE.
How dare I try to abandon YOU?
Was my mistake ever trying in the first place,
or not having tried hard enough?
How is it that a right to my life that doesn't belong to me,
negates my right to a death,
the only thing, that will ever be recognised as my own.
“Here lies, Libby Preston, a girl who felt the need to take her own life.”
I apologise for my ‘wrong-doing.’
I apologise that I took control of what should have been, mine.
I apologise that you can’t think past what you feel inside your head.
I apologise that you can’t accept mine.
I apologise for the fact that the human race feels it has the
right to end the life of another living creature,
but do not have the right to do what they would like with
their own.
A death can rattle the planet.
It will cause upset, naturally.
However- emotions fade.
Reality does not.
We can dive into irrelevance,
I will decide not to live a life taped to the sole of somebody else’s shoe,
I will decide to live for me, and to die for me.
Lecture me about consideration, go on,
I dare you.
Hypocrite.
I’m ‘selfish’ for wanting a right to my life.
You’re ‘selfless’ for stopping me.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Let's start with Thoughts
Neurons spread chemical data building their connections
the more connections, the greater the power, the more transferred thought
All of these thoughts, as you read, as you hear, as you flow with the statement
An eye twitch, an inner dialogue, you build a connection
cell to cell, synapse to mishaps, the truly connected have built in their ties
Let's continue with People
People spread physical data building their connections
The more connections, the greater the power, the more transferred thought
All of these thoughts, as you read, as you hear, as you flow with the statement
**** you in, an outer visage, you build a connection
Makes you believe, the truly connected have built in their ties
Now let's break it down
People project the image of themselves they most desire to be seen to build their connections
The more connections, the greater the power, the more transferred thoughts
The way they project this establishes, if you'll flow with the statement
Either brings you in, or casts you out, whether you wish to build a connection
How you are perceived, is where the truly connected have built in their ties
Where Thoughts meet Clashes
How one wishes to be perceived is cut up in The Great Disconnect, the perceptual marker that negates the internal, where chemical processes wish to make their data a physical reality
"If I say my piece in this tone, with this voice, I can establish my connections"
The more connection, the greater the power, the more transferred thoughts
The Great Disconnect changes how you are perceived,
is where the truly connected have clung toward their ties.
Where Clashes meet Angst
When outside perception shifts beyond the control of the internal will,
the mind races to make its own reality another's reality
The stalled connections, the later the hour, the more scattered thought
as you search for a means to flow with the statement, when you are shut out of the loop
Grasping at straws to connect, the mind and the body flowing outward, where the once truly connected have let go of their ties
Where Angst goes to Deal
Once the connections have cut, the thoughts cease to stir chemical process,
the physical data keeps itself clean.
and all of these thoughts, as you read, as you feel, as you roll with the statement
an eye twitch, an inner dialogue, you cope with disconnection
Mishaps to synapse, privy to lies, the truly connected aren't bound by their ties.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
That I ran into you
tonight,
pure luck
you stayed
with colors aflame
my pride, ours
is mine,
was ours,
this cold, winter evening.
Leaves fall
from my arms,
floating to earth
from hearth
of what happenstance
granted us,
rooted in heavy
snow-covered hills.
Orange kindling for the flame
that never negates
the darkness
that is
without
knowing my knots.
But the warmth!
Oh, my heart,
the trunk, it creaks.
Pure chance, others may call it.
Pure luck, it was.
It stays ablaze always,
but us?
Us never.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
It’s a Spring Tide drowning me
It’s a Full Moon, the sun and gravity
Pulling on the water of the ocean
I’ve been cast out in
Through denying my truth.
I cannot know if the flooding
Covering all of me
Will be as predictable as such a tide
Twice each Lunar month
No season negates the pull.
The rise and fall of the oceans levels
Feel more visible in me
Than any sea on earth.
© Sia Jane
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
His awesome silence
Allays the soul
His beautiful silence
Blesses our spirit
His calm silence
Comforts our heart
His deafening silence
Dramatises His presence
His eloquent silence
Eludes all words
His frequent silence
Finalizes all questions
His glorious presence
Gratifies the senses
His Holy silence
Hushes our being
His incredible silence
Illuminates our minds
His judicious silence
Judges all matters
His kingly silence
Kindles a flame
His long silence
Lingers all night
His mysterious silence
Mystifies His aura
His necessary silence
Negates all doubts
His outstanding silence
Outdoes our interference
His peaceful silence
Precedes all victories
His quick silence
Questions our motives
His royal silence
Restores the poor
His sudden silence
Surprises the proud
His tangible silence
Touches the searching
His unique silence
Unravels all misconceptions
His voiceless silence
Visits the hasty
His wonderful silence
Washes all fears
His X-ray silence
X-irradiates our consciences
His yuletide silence
Yields to reflection
His zesty silence
Zooms into prosperity
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
In between shear white and jet-black
with a strong dollop of indigo blue,
lies the pale uncertainty of grayness
the most God-awful hue.
Grayness frustrates the senses.
Grayness stipulates malaise.
A shroud of indecision
arrests the imagination;
chained in wisps of doubt.
The definition of things
routed in a solitary
palette of insincerity.
Grayness negates options.
Grayness obscures landscapes.
Objects disappear
into walls of foggy smiles,
whispering repetitive monotones
of monotonous monologues
in incomprehensible language.
The mind is muted in a pall of haze.
Endless colorlessness of the days.
Days upon days of arctic blight.
Midwinter's endless drama.
White dust
sprinkled on the brain,
layering coats
of a suffocating
ashen pallor.
Dimming the wit,
Quelling the spirit.
Thoughts of light are captured
then lost
in craggy crevasses
of a dull blackened cranium.
Light can't touch the eye
Plaque builds in a hearts ventricle
Warmth escapes the body
and evaporates through
the magic of convection.
A vision remains;
barely an apparition
of a distant
dissipating ghost.
Belgian Café
Hudson St.
NYC
1/29/99
Music Selection:
Roslavets, Three Etudes
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
i am not real
i am queer
i am barely female
i like girl hearts and boy hearts but neither girl parts nor boy parts
i am queer; therefore i am not real
he wants a girl
a normal girl
not a queer child
i am queer
i am not alive
i am not here
i am queer
and i don't see others as queer
i am the only queer and therefore i should not be alive
i am queer
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
a moment of silence
negates the universe
oh what a wonderful
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 7:34 PM UTC
Marijuana negates thousands of chemically made drugs
There’s no real reason for the prescription bug
The pharmaceutical industry is big and vast
And provides much tax for politician’s tasks
Is this the reason **** is illegal?
Because it cures more illness than drugs made legal
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
What beautiful little words
You spread across the page
As if this call for empathy
Could dispel your rage
What dainty little lies
You whisper in my ear
As if this pause for apathy
Somehow negates your fear
What delicate little souls
You lead onto the ice
As if your hindsight sympathies
Could currently suffice
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
I was fire when you were ice,
Yet we went through everything nice!
You were teaching me what cold was!
As I taught you,how burns mould us !
Balanced as you were,as flakes on soils
Unbalanced as I was, when born are boils!
You were from the melts,
Where I belonged to flames!
Yet we're Best friends is what,
The whole world names!
Wrong was what I did!
When I came into you,
Just like what fire does to ice,
Is what I did to you !
Your existence,was objected
Since you made me your mate!
But that's what happens,
When fire and Ice sit in a plate!
But when I ask myself
Can I not meet you ever ?
That is when my heart negates,
Fire and ice are not meant forever!
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Forgone into the nether realms of grief
with piths embalming loves' corrosive drear.
Bemused; for worldly plush negates relief,
If woes be - known; how differed earths veneer?
Verdure would tinge a molten shade of lime
the oaks will mourn their leaves, and cease the Spring's
with wilting plumes adrift the songbirds prime
and dimmed the sun as dark as lovelorn brings.
For pebbled hues of grey will shroud the skies
and cursive lacquer; etch this sickly mold,
the winds will howl forebodes of vows and lies,
no more shall grace nurture upon this wold.
This suffered love cascades and dwells as deep
if even touched by Gods - would thunder weep.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
** why do the white gulls call? (everyday must have its poem)**
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the cries are intelligible,
each a separate story of:
patient waiting, of seas
unending waving, unchanging,
cycling, waiting, prophesying,
propelling history, retaining a
staining past, future similar...
why do the white gulls call?
for evening tide rapid approaching,
we may even have a decent sunset,
first worthy of being drunk toasted,
all reminders that this ordinary Monday,
has nearly escaped without an extraordinary
composition, you prone position negates
inspiration, so rouse yourself, rise taller
tribute due, tribute demanded, tribute needed,
that is why the gulls screech, fearful of lapse,
that poet will suppress what is compelled, no,
compulsed! the senescent days offer no excuse,
indeed, the time of limitation is nigh, is here,
the gulls know their history human, its lore,
needs foretelling, retelling, and keeping
humans come and go, but gull generations require
the prescient precision of their words, to define,
to record each day’s unique way of living/dying,
so they can become forebears of the future,
the passers down, of that they cannot exclaim well,
we humans are their heroes, living close by,
we carry the gulls thanks given, for skilled appreciation
so they cry out, is our poem be readied, for the day’s end
comes closer and* every day must have its poem!
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
people collect labels
like scars and gold stars
to decorate and define
the deliberately drawn lines
of their existence
dotted, pencil, pen.
sometimes people mistake names for explanations
e.g "I don't eat meat
because I'm a vegetarian"
but circularity
negates all meaning.
socially prescribed pigeonholes
don't determine
who you are
why you are
how you are
or
who you'll be.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
non
in french it means "no"
as a prefix
it negates everything after it
i live in a constant state
of feeling
"non"
my life is lead by non-interesting adventures
to non-exciting places
that make me feel more
non
in comparison to everyone
and even only to myself
i am
non-pretty
i smile my
non-white
smile
and nod my
non-even
head
i hang out
alone
with my
non-friends
who pretend
just like me
that we are not just
non
i am the prefix
non
name a nice adjective
and add a non
that is me
non-kind
non-nice
non-happy
non-beautiful
non-social
non-talkative
non-humble
non-talented
non-human
non-EVERYTHING
I AM TIRED OF BEING NON
I WANT TO BE SOMETHING
I WANT TO BE
PRETTY
AND NICE
AND KIND
AND TALKATIVE
AND SOCIABLE
AND GRATEFUL
AND HELPFUL
AND HAPPY
BUT ALL I AM
IS
non
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
Hate inciting, fate deciding that I should break this silence.
Your claims beguiling, creating violence that negates uniting.
But that wave subsiding,
a flame's igniting that will change the tiding.
Remain in hiding,
I will break the chains of all this rage and violence.
Rearrange your sacred writings,
transcribing silence with striking rhyming. Shine so blinding it would redefine your findings
This. is writing.
I deny dividing! Mankind defiling and I aspire climbing higher,
I desire
I am fire
Firing wires
that defy dividence
Rise in silence
Uninvited fighting
by simply uniting
to clear the sky
of our tyrant Lightning.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
What happens when an insomniac eats a heavy dose?
His madness negates all logic
It suggests speed demon urgency
with hints of hysterics
He then writes words only he finds reasonable
Chemical hydraulics move sound
I know it echoes hollow here
But inside machinery fuels motion Rusted but fluid in it's rhythm
Chaos shows signs of struggle but never really fades
So for myself I say
overwhelm and disconnect
Conditioning in it's most hysterical
smile for the fall out
Frowns cause cancer
I've seen the animosity of my biology
it came into view with no invitation
Maybe if I explain myself to myself
I'll better understand my condition
Are you listening?
Yes
Please understand
It was never my intention to show you these mishaps
Or guide you through a gray world when I know colors are hard to come by
The bearded man stole all my happy tree's and now paints with the gods
What can you do?
Immortality seems selfish to me
They tore down the animal shelter for a zoo
I never did believe in God and hope if it's not reality
It judges me on action not faith
Because faith is fleeting in this obscure philosophy
Only action resonates progress
Good or bad
We nod at the pieces while shrugging off the fluff
saying "of course of course"
Finally confrontation came
But my skies broke even
shielded by my grounded logic
END
END?
END
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
I have only time and dreams. I do not know how much more time I have, but I do know that the time I shall have is, pardoxically, timeless, as are dreams. I shall use the time I have left to continue to dream--to dream not about the impossible, but about the inevitable. I shall dream about caring instead of uncaring, of helping instead of hurting, of loving instead of hating. I shall dream of a world of peace, a world on which all the billions of human beings come inexorably to realize their innate worth, their inviolate sacred spirit, a moment in the not too distant future when all will not only join hands, but also join hearts, a spiritual ecology that will complement a climate ecology. Instead of self-aggrandizing, we all will be accruing love--of self, and therefore ineluctably, of all other creations on Earth. At this moment, our world is turned inside out. Our "values" are convoluted, contorted, twisted. The world is presently controlled by inimical forces that bring torture and terror to Earth, that think weapons and wars are their their sole prerogative. But Earth's destiny negates this notion. This is not just my time and dreams, but the time and dreams of all. And sooner than later, the time will be now and the dreams will be manifest.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Sometimes we hold on to things that just don't exist anymore
Friendships because of shared memories
Acquaintances because of networking potential
People in general who once were around, but no longer there
Is it because we want to keep our memories alive?
Keep the bonds and connections we have?
Why do we long for bonds?
Why do we hold on to every possibility that came our way?
Unfortunately in life people grow apart
We drift away for an array of reasons
Some because our commonality is no longer there
Others because of the notion when out of sight, your out of mind
Social media has given a false sense of friendship
Just because it says we are "Friends" , doesn't always ring true
When was the last time we had a meaningful conversation?
Could you remember a birthday without being notified?
Technology has brought us closer, but with consequence
We have lost that human touch
We hide behind the our cell phones, computers, and tablets
We forget how to interact with another human being face to face
This by no means negates the position influence of technology
People we would have never interacted with, because of distance
We just need to redesign the human element in those interactions
Friendship has become a loosely used word
That we forget its meaning
Although most would agree we define it differently
Just as opinions are subject to interpretation
Friendship, as well, is subject to interpretation
Friendship is about harmony and understanding
The ability to share without judgement
To relate to things, even if you cannot understand
Being there for each other verbally or face-to-face
Sadly if a "friend" cannot fit into your personal definition
Are they truly a friend?
Do you become so anxious to keep the friend flame alive?
When deep down you know it has already died
We must re-evaluate on what friendship means to us, to you
What friendship means to another person
Understand that when one friendship dies
Another can rise within its flames
Just under new definition
Bridges burn all the time
Just like in the journey of life
The road is always under construction
New bridges can always be formed and connected
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Doe-eyed lovely object of my affections
What I wouldn’t do to become lost in your sweet caress
Arrogant, selfish needs- what is this obsession?
The way you smile negates my façade and leaves me helpless.
Oh, just to touch thee, hold thee, kiss thee…
My last breath I pray will be spent
On a kiss bestowed upon thy lips.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 12:19 AM UTC
Instagram embodies a heart shell
negates to incarnate the beat.
Rejecting its blood flow,
Projecting its cell count
to a matter of likes.
Instagram is home to a
headspace with heartaches of
beautiful ideas
that want to be felt
but can only be seen.
These days connection's connected to
soft eye lids and caressing fingertips to a screen.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC