"nullify" poems
Here’s my perspective;
Thoughts, in general, are like the light from the stars that always shine the same brightness throughout the day.
They are always there
Existing, even when you can’t see them.
At least that’s how it is for normal people, you get the grace of day to nullify the shining of the light from the stars at times when it can be overbearing.
You get a break
If I could describe what it’s like to have ADHD, picture your mind never turning off.
It is always bright for me, and there is no dawn or day to alleviate my eyes from the galaxy of lights I permanently see.
It's a beautiful disaster
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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I see thee better—in the Dark—
I do not need a Light—
The Love of Thee—a Prism be—
Excelling Violet—
I see thee better for the Years
That hunch themselves between—
The Miner’s Lamp—sufficient be—
To nullify the Mine—
And in the Grave—I see Thee best—
Its little Panels be
Aglow—All ruddy—with the Light
I held so high, for Thee—
What need of Day—
To Those whose Dark—hath so—surpassing Sun—
It deem it be—Continually—
At the Meridian?
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What do you see
When the flower meets your eye,
What beauty must hide
In visceral Versailles,
In cherry tree reality...
Does it mystify?
The variegated countryside
Does the chorus nullify
The diversified into harmony
What melodic elegance underlies
That subjective divide
Wistful of waves you fly
What do you see in the cherry tree sky
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
No option, but to be perceived
Violent, Aggressive, Irrational
Identity becoming an other
Words of malice, they mystify
Words of ignorance, they vilify
Subverting consciousness and articulation
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
No real notion of we or me
Implicating it's inhuman to be foreign
When they represent as much of we and me
Scandalizing alternative identities as subversive
Advancing erasures in favor of hegemony
Propaganda favoring what is most white
Amelioration for the obliteration of cunning identity?
No more cooperation, ****** the euphemisms
That cover up, and help justify marginalization
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
Time to **** ****** massacre eurocentric ideology
We preach no violence, being not them, just we
But cannot request to be free, must tear it out by force
Eurocentric ideological pandemic inhabiting, inhibiting the soul of mankind
Unthinkable abomination concealed in the veil of appropriated minds
Necessitating exorcism for the incarcerated conscious mind
When we completely violate mandates of eurocentric ideology
When only we appropriate our own identity
When we all nullify the color of our skin
As profanity or inadequacy
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
Will be awaiting purgation from alienation
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
**The allure of everything bad
The allure of vices that nullify circumstances which make living seem sad
The 'Hollywood' cigarette, the hard liquor... ******* crystal ****
All very romanticized but in reality, isn't that really just a self-induced slow death?
We don't talk about it, until we watch from the sidelines
If only for a second
When partaking one repeats quotes like 'it is what it is'
'I am not a quitter'
You've built up a tolerance for one, so you beckon
The bartender to pour you a second
Social trend like a hot topic on twitter
So now you want more
You ignorantly jab the needle inside you like you don't know what your signing up for
In a sense you don't, for you choose not to
Addiction entraps... but who?
Not you
And the moment you decide to go cold turkey
It appears more enticing in another movie, or in the hands of a fellow druggie
Impossible to reject
Relapse... rubber band effect
Yet even he that doesn't use gets a little curious
One day the stress becomes too much to handle, he's peeved
He's furious
He's heard of pills sold over the counter, and also of those available from dusty cobwebbed shelves
By dealers with hollowed out eyes, ghosts of their former selves
In an alternate reality
Where 'it's all good'
It's all about finding solace in one happy, high family... 'It's all hood'
A distorted image of zoned out smiling faces
Floating around in temporary elation
These vices have comforted and haunted many, way before our so called 'X-rated generation'
The druggie, the alcoholic or the *** addict you see... could be your's or someone else's dad
Or it could very well be you or me
Seduced by the allure of everything bad
I write this expecting it to be misunderstood by many...
For a judgement between bad and good
I myself could be affiliated to one of these vices... or many
Someone reading this may have already renamed it 'The allure of everything good'.**
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:01 AM UTC
Baby, you and I are like sound waves
coming from opposite directions.
We modulate at the same frequency.
We both are building up our whole spectrum.
But, baby, when we meet...
When we meet we nullify a part of each other.
No matter how much we try,
if we don't change a bit of ourselves
we will never know the beautiful melodies we can create
together.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Tell me
That gun that you're so proud of
Why does it tremble so much?
Is your hand following your unstable mind?
Is that the same hand that holds your child's?
Your emotions
Fragile enough to be crushed with a hug
Insecure enough to attack a compliment
Corrupt enough to endlessly reload on lies and deceit
Are those the same emotions you shoot into your wife at night?
Your bullets roar so loudly
What voices are you trying to drown out?
Your heartbeat clanks at the speed of the fallen shells
What are you so afraid of?
A man armed and ready to go off at any moment like you?
Tell me
What can you manage to defeat?
With those trembling hands
Uncertain of what to take aim at
You shoot down anything that moves
Uncertain of where the trigger is
You pull at anything you can reach
Uncertain of how much enemies are left
You forever stay in the trenches
I now know that when you bow your head at church that it's not for prayer
Then hoping to nullify your senseless you refuse to leave the battlefield
And take no-mans-land everywhere you go
You wear your bulletproof vest and rifle to the supermarkets, schools, offices, dinner tables, churches, and funerals
Forever firing
Forever charging
Forever defending
Forever fighting
Yourself.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
...
and like a grey jewel
"How are you feeling?"
Like solace in ocean foam
"What happened?"
She cast salt on my heart
"Why?"
Because I'm the moon's crucifixion
"Who did this?"
The wolves on the water
"Where are they?"
Are you sure you want to ask that question?
you were polished
A rose has made you her prey
"What do you mean?"
Logic is your sword; why is it dull?
"How is it dull?"
Take notice to the black rust instead
"Did she do that?"
Unpredictable is the chaos of a flower
"You think so?"
I know so
"What are you trying to say?"
You need to recognize what weeds are in disguise
to be brilliant;
"You're crying..."
For your misfortune.
"What misfortune?"
Distance is a sadistic torture, I've heard
"I am aware of that."
What's it like, utter helplessness?
"I cannot describe it."
Let me ask you something, though
"What would that be?"
Where would you be without your demons?
"In a better place."
Oh, but doesn't love come at a cruel cost?
to be valued
"All I want is for you to be happy."
I am happy
"You are lying."
What's the difference?
"You deserve everything you've ever wanted."
Does that include death?
but your value
You remind me of this place
"What place?"
The sea of concrete on death's spine
"What is a sea of concrete?"
Take this journey on dead waters
"Where am I going?"
Anywhere but here
"Will you come with me?"
Perhaps
isn't just how bright you shine in the sun---
"Thank you."
For what, grey jewel?
"For always being there when I needed you."
The darkness tastes a little sweeter with your company
"Does it really?"
I could never lie to the truth
"What about me?"
You are the truth
but it's how you don't decay in darkness
Look behind you
"Do I want to?"
Nullify your fear
"What could it be?"
these cracks of hope in the sea of rock
"A...blooming crystal lily?"
"I watched our friendship flower from the concrete."
...
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
Shades of yellow cast on our dreams
Skin burning through layers of sunscreen
When gifts of foresight weigh on our beings
Let great powers grow evermore carefree
To satisfy eternity.
Empirical evidence against the empire’s truth
Makes humankind akin to a neurotic fool
Who comes to think that it’ll always nullify
Oh for we all must die!
Young and old both playing their games
Seduced by the baits of short-term gains
Unable to afford the bail out of prison
Wait for great powers to relieve this addiction
To satisfy eternity.
Spawns of decadence in the wake of our new tools
Let us deter suicide with the poisons that soothe
They all say everything will fall, to act seems futile
Oh for we all shall die!
Whether in shame or in desire
Must we forget all we’ve acquired
For yesterday’s pride, tomorrow’s glory
Shake hands with friends and slain the enemy
To satisfy eternity.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And I must rise from the frightening ghoulish depths of darkness,
Right in the face of the sun & prevail.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
As I rise from darkness I will outperform many and conquer the difficulties arising,
Out of competitive spirit & succeed in the face of glory with each difficulty easing.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
As I defy class-boundaries and become the king of my own small world,
Away from this mean society & in the calm peace of loneliness.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And you must not present me with another obstacle in the path I choose myself,
Sweet revenge for the taking after the 7 Seconds that you consumed.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And my anger is calm enough to not err again in life whatever I may choose,
Disciplined it shall be as I break your ritual of carelessly punishing people for their sins.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I accept all the negatives that I ever have had and work to nullify them,
I chose this path for me where I stand against the blizzard of in this hostile snowy world.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I accept all my weaknesses too as I started my life anew sometime ago as the second life,
In revelry I'm not going to lose your track either & let you take over my life in your hands again.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I must perform regally again,
I must perform regally again...
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
Some people say Im mad I just blame the L-RAD
Attacked by services syndicate post grad
Breaking the code of conduct that's sad
Criminal cause nullify's the collaborative ad
All privileged storm troopers got more than I have
Is the conscience alive while watching that sat-nav?
As a key worker your care is what we have
But straying for a kickback is a dent & bad
The mental health stigma is the foot soldiers weapon
Labelling us mentally ill with the DSM con
Exclaiming we're mental while the victim is alone
Stigma comes from the compound hear us groan
Hearing me everywhere have traits of a stalker
Attacking innocents with energy weapons lawbreaker
Violating human rights piggy back hijacker
The conspiracy hypothesis is the startler
Whats the biological molecular structure
Of a mental health disorder
A caucus of people of who can shout louder
Followed by misrepresentation from a reporter
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Breathe.
Breathe deep,
and in between
those breaths
bring back
banished beliefs
buried beneath
beyond
broken bonds
and
burnt bliss.
Embers.
Embers everywhere
of emotions
expecting
Elysium’s
elusive embrace.
Roses.
Roses scattering
restlessly;
rarely receiving
reprieve;
reminiscing;
ruing
reproachful ravens
resting
rigidly;
rabidly reaping,
rending
rotten remains,
resenting rainfall
refusing remorse.
Nostalgia.
Nostalgia underneath
neon nightlights;
noticing
nubs,
noises,
nuances;
neither neglecting
nameless
nonbelievers,
nor nurturing
narrow-sighted
naiveté.
Asleep.
Asleep amidst
fleeting azaleas
acknowledging
an abandon
amplifying
already
almighty
affection;
almost
altering
ancient,
ardent,
adamant
air
as an
ageless art.
Loss.
Loss overpowering;
lost love,
lingering longing,
lasting laments.
Lachrymose lovers
left layers
of a
limited life
within
long-forgotten lore;
lest labeled
Loveless;
left
little
longer
living.
Yearning.
Yearning for
the warmth
of home.
Yesterday,
You
were
yelling
‘YES’
at the top
of your lungs,
and
it
was
enough.
Yet
Yggdrasil
yielded
yew
for years
and years;
young,
yellow yeggs
yanked asunder
Yin
from Yang
into the
ever yonder.
Night-time.
Night-time symphonies
nullify
nothingness;
nourishing
Nyx Nightmother’s
need
of newfound
night-thinkers;
napping
nonchalantly
now,
near,
and nevermore.
~D.C.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Flies swarm when the floodlights come on.
They **** and they fight, live and die.
In the space of an hour
turf becomes a bed of glass wings-
none are left
straining for the light.
It looks like a mass suicide.
Eggs hatch in the sweat of night.
Tachycardic at birth,
one brief exultation
enough to still the lung,
nullify the heart.
Yawn out of existence,
bullfrogs croak miserably
as bodies fall from the sky.
You ask me why I cannot sleep-
I saw a thousand deaths tonight.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Our city lights,
however small in comparison,
nullify the countless Stars
of the wondrous night Sky.
Perhaps
this is analogous to how
things that seem to be
so very close,
so very small,
so very benign,
so very familiar,
so very attainable;
things of our conscious creation;
can preclude even the very awareness
of far greater,
far more beautiful,
far more powerful things;
both external and internal;
both transient and eternal;
and why we must
take great care
and
act with great tact
and
act with immense respect
if
we, as mortals:
curators of reality;
are to be trusted
with such effervescent potency.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
"I don't know just where I'm going"
Arms encircled around porcelain, clean,
wavering strength, and eyes closing feebly
"when I'm rushing on my run, and I feel just like jesus son"
There are many more people than I want to see.
I pull up against the wall and, for balance, I lean
"and I guess that I just don't know, and I guess that I just don't know."
whiskey, for the Father
marijuana, for the Son
prescriptions, just for me
"I have made the big decision, I'm gonna try and nullify my life"
Still though, Lou Reed isn't dead, just clean
and so, this night, just won't bode well for me
"it shoots up the dropper's neck, when I'm closing in on death"
It is hard to remain dignified when in a wasted state, vomiting.
"You can't help me now guys, all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk"
It is hard to remain dignified when someone attacks my integrity.
"And you can all go take a walk"
It is hard to remain dignified when I am acting so senselessly.
*"Oh, and I guess that I just don't know,
oh, and I guess that I just don't know "*
I try to sleep through,
while foreign fingers swirl softly on my sides, to feel my *******
*"And that blood is in my head,
then thank God that I'm as good as dead"*
I try to sleep through,
while a small ring lies atop of a postcard, with an Indian head.
*"then thank your God that I'm not aware,
and thank God that I just don't care"*
I guess, I just don't know.
*"and I guess I just don't know
and I guess I just don't know."*
after the echo, I need to leave.
so I go, again, and press repeat.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
As I sit here thinking of you,
My darling Cinta, my sweet puppy,
All I can think of is how it has all gone askew
Of how I’ve been such a dummy.
I spent day after day
Thinking of ways to let you know
But I couldn’t think of the words to say
I didn’t think of the emotions you would undergo.
I’m so sorry, ever so sorry
For how this has all turned out!
Don’t let in the worry
And I beg you not to pout!
My sweet, darling, Cinta,
To me you are a puppy
Coloring my heart magenta
Playful and funny.
To the rest of the world
You may just be another man, another guy
Having been hurled
Through life and into the sky.
But not to me, never to me
You mean the world to me!
So I send you this plea,
I don’t want you to be angry!
If I could turn back the clocks of time
And have another chance to do this over
I’d make it clear I still want you to be mine
So it wouldn’t turn for the worse in a blur.
I mean every word I write
As I beg your forgiveness
Through the day and the night
Sleepless and tearless.
I’ve cried myself dry
Thinking of your anger
As I try to nullify
Your ill temper.
I don’t want this to end
Not here, not now.
You’re more than just a friend
So to you I make this vow.
I don’t ever want to hurt you
Never again, not on purpose.
We’ll make it through
This ugly abyss!
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
let me intensify the outside for you
to nullify the agony in your head
drink up, shoot up, snort it all
and i'll watch eagerly as your
pupils contract, veins constrict
as it sets in, and then
the concentration, oversaturation
of color and sensation, the distortion
of time and of your entire reality-
isn't this better than dreaming?
on stimulants, everything is wonderful
the bricks are beautiful until you hit them
the bruises are gorgeous until you remember the pain
and even then,
they're just colors blooming upon your skin
pause for a moment of clarity
retreat from waking reverie and rediscover
the mess you're in- an instant
almost-sober and everything rushes
back like a bullet train and
you just want to take that last-
stop
don't think like that
ignore the impulse
enjoy this while it lasts
squeeze every drop of euphoria from this
you'll be back down soon enough
you don't need to jump
sniffle a little now
didn't realize your nose was leaking
substance trying to escape
your voracious appetite
inhale violently, hope there's something left
-stop grinding your teeth
-you didn't even notice you were doing it,
did you
you weren't conscious of your surroundings
until you were knee-deep in this
i've created an addict of you now
as he did to me with that single monday,
that one high- he stopped, but i
couldn't
i was hooked and i don't blame him
he didn't know my history, my tendency
to find escape mechanisms and explore them
until it and i are both desecrated and desolate-
i just want to stop feeling for a while-
for as long as possible-
the future is irrelevant when you're out of your head
it was depressing in there anyways
responsibility doesn't exist when you're up in the clouds
it's only there when you come down,
so why come down at all?
my natural state
was lower than this grave.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
By day the fear defines me;
By night it envelopes me,
Perpetually reaffirming it's hold,
Refusing to release me.
Escape would be the sweetest taste,
more so than this surrender
to which I have become accustomed,
and to which I have not the strength to nullify.
We are given this inadequate kit,
of alternate emotions and yoga poses,
with which to fight the fear,
as though we have a chance.
Yet no matter how tense my anger,
how jubilant my happiness,
or how serene my meditation,
this fear has found a forever host.
From adolescence we are told
that this fear is a human construct.
Oh, the absolute worst kind;
this kind has no solution.
As teenagers we are herded into groups,
and told they are what will ease the fear,
and yet, the same emotions exist in all.
So what then is our option?
Is it to find love?
A kindred spirit whose fear mirrors our own?
I do believe so.
Oh, I do believe so.
As young adults we are told this is wrong.
We should be independent;
searching for love will certainly lead to heartache.
We must just live a little longer with the fear.
In our 30's the advice is more rushed,
as though we really do have timers.
We are now told the time spent afraid,
was time wasted.
What a sick joke,
that we are given false testimonies,
and are bombarded with warnings,
all most surely unsolicited.
I will not listen.
This fear is mine, not yours.
It has been my dearest friend for so long,
but it is now my choice to leave it behind.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
The sweetest words
embitter my Lady Sea.
Nor can fire evaporate
that raging ocean.
When a man speaks
with voice of mouse,
hear her shriek-ethereal
nullify even love-potions.
I darest ask her,
mustn’t I dare?
Wouldn’t even a grimace,
tease my loving stare?
Lady Sea, storm in your soul.
Were you to splatter like glass
wouldn’t I still find nourishment?
Just an element of you.
Just a taste.
I would consume it infinitely,
leave none to waste.
Lady Sea,
lady see, I whimper, I pine.
Your wish is thine.
Lady Sea,
hair like nimbus sail,
I paddle at your door...
To no avail.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
When I am gone and one, or two
Are huddled on a funeral pew
Then this one thing I ask of you
Don't lie about the man you knew
For by the bloating of my name
You'll nullify the one who came
Who bore the fullness of my blame
And died in such disgraceful shame
Know that every sin which you recall
Those times I drove you up the wall
My secret sins made these look small
Their evil horror would appal
Yet every crime against my king
Was matched by grace astonishing
Every joy a gift releasing
Freedom from my sin convicting
For long before the world began
My God had forged a stunning plan
Despite the dirt of my life's span
The great God loved this sinful man
So mourn or shrug as you feel right
But do not fret about your plight
My God will keep you in his sight
A glorious help in darkest night
When I am gone and one or two
Are huddled on a funeral pew
Lift up your eyes and look anew
For Jesus Christ is calling you
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Across the blistered gibber plain where flies die in the sand
Through swamps of prickly sago where rotting death is planned,
To stride in windblown tussock hills where wind vanes carved their say
To saunter groves of green tree fern where moa giants did play.
In clearings cut with alkali, tusked elephant would loom
With crevassed hides, Methuselah, once aged in terms of doom.
Whilst high above the rocky crags of ancient mountain high,
The keening screech of kestral soaring up to deep blue sky.
Heavy boots in crusted sand where tiny lizards flee
Amidst the rust red rubble of volcanic rock and scree,
To clamber up the ignimbrite, great Vulcan's steps of stone,
Encrusted with thick epiphyte in lichen's mossy home.
Up into the altitude where dark cloud clusters here
And the threat of rolling thunder indicates that rain is near,
Torrential in it's downpour with sudden squall of gale
Surmounted, all quite suddenly, with a blinding blast of hail.
Staggering to shelter in a tiny alpine hut
To find hot coffee on the woodstove and a curvy, hot young ****
To find us frollicking together beneath a patterned patchwork quilt
Was quite beyond my imagination's comprehensions built?
And afterwards in slumber through the curtains of our room
I watched, in fascination, at a hanging, frozen moon
And wondered, in amazement, at the doings of the day
And speculated, sleepily, where tomorrow's prospects lay.
Blearily I stretch out from the covers, nicely warm
To nullify persistence of that alarm's intruding horn,
Yawning into morning I remove myself from bed
With panicked realisation....all dreams evacuate my head.
Vanished are the alpine hut, the dolly bird, the caves
The crash of rolling thunder and the plunge of mighty waves,
Gone are those phantoms which dwelt inside my mind
Devestatingly dismissed until re-dreamed another time.
M.
Pukehana Paradise
13 December 2014
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
I love a devil's birthday from the sky.
Instead of from the ground, it's coming down.
I saw clouds collide before my eyes
like salty sea foam when the tide is nigh.
It is short-lived glory that lives the most.
I'm making the best of the time I host.
I've been told to not hurry or rush myself,
but I'd rather live fast than die on a shelf.
Well, I'm sorry, but that isn't enough.
Well, you're sorry, but that isn't enough.
We nullify chances for happiness.
We're hopeless so, let's pack up and go.
I've seen myself sink deeper than the sea
starting at my toes, flooding past my teeth.
If there's no salvation for soulless men,
I better cover my tracks and where I've been.
This rope-a-dope hope game has no class.
I'm running out of time and I'm out of gas.
Well, I'm sorry, but that isn't enough.
Well, you're sorry, but that isn't enough.
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
Empty hearted
Nothing pulling you one way or the other
Bone clock
At town square
Where the table is talking to the chair.
"The chair speaks at 12 o'clock!" the table calls.
The wind howls through the dusty streets
And the typewriter of the the town sends what the chair speaks.
"Hey . -.-- .," the chair speaks
"Where it divides you."
"Divide and multiply."
"Don't blink, for it thinks to nullify."
Doorknob is a beating heart
Bleeding sharp objects to the floor
Screws, razors, and knives bled to the floor.
Walk one way, on carpets.
In through the back door walks another
Ethereal form,
Soft outline.
He's a calculator puking formulas
Puking squirming formulas
With only two buttons
Divide and multiply.
"Life = add, subtract, divide, and multiply."
Understanding: simplified
But Hey . -.-- . seems to nullify.
Take a chunk out
No ****** recognition
A piece of wire from the chin up through the nostril,
Oneself at the back door.
Threatening to sleep,
Twoself.
The couch sleeper
Chiefing at the end of the couch.
Threeself
Craving, longing, slinking around,
Fingers as crooked as trees and wants,
Spines for legs and spines for arms.
A cough through the walls,
Fourself
Forceps
A cough through the walls.
Dish detergent surgeon,
Pieces floating in the water.
Water, a shower surfing on a person feeble in the shallows,
The selves (listen) twitch together and, in time, strike by the hour to
Hey . -.-- .
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC