"obviate" poems
The Jewish brothers in Defiance were definitely tough.
One wanted to **** many Germans, the other to save many Jews.
The German soldiers were expendable, unmarried, unremarkable.
Each little death was very little, a little spittle in a big wind.
Fast forward to my friend's son's bar mitzvah or daughter's
coming of age ceremony. Food is abundant, the music frenetic,
the rabbi paid. Gifts generous but not obvious.
Wealth does not obviate death and we know it.
Here too we have natural leaders. Youth basketball coaches,
school principals and, again, interpreters of prayers. When
violence comes to the neighborhood they are who we'll first look to
for governance and guns. Unless have you read The Admirable
Crichton?
Boredom, boredom conflated with loneliness, may be a sign
of good luck. To live a good length or light year away from man's
bad breath, allergenic perfumes, sickening flatulence and shed hair.
But you are drawn back into the debate about perfection by your own
********
While teaching at the old city jail I have learned this: only meditation
upon the periodic table can save your soul. From itself.
Imagining the world without the self will make you whole.
What else is there to say. Do less until one thing's done well.
After the war the brothers started a small trucking company
in the Bronx. Grateful for such peace, the accounting
was relaxing. They thought back to how they met their wives, naked
before the bombs and bullets. How they lost and found themselves in
what happened.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
quips scrawled on scraps of paper, written
during a come-down stupor. something
she wrote, and then proceeded to destroy.
(i gathered all the pieces but have become
too lazy to care how she upset herself)
drawings drawn in between sentences,
in between words. in between syllables. drawn
to obviate thought, to put me somewhere
between Zen and poser. (the drugs obviate titles,
but i’d hedge my bets on the latter)
the remains of the Urban Squirrel Hunter –
a mythology of the Grey Fox –
shredded in the maw of a blue heeler-mutt.
written while ****** drunk, and heat-stroked.
poetry of a homeless kid.
ramblings of an alcoholic, ravings of a tweaker,
with commentary by the one who is just visiting –
self-destruction is all we can ever be certain of.
religion created in a notebook while
doing research on a chemical. figured out what
near-death means, found life by dumb luck.
found life via pocket valiums,
gave up religion while sweating in the snow.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
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The Gentian weaves her fringes—
The Maple’s loom is red—
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness—
An hour to prepare,
And one below this morning
Is where the angels are—
It was a short procession,
The Bobolink was there—
An aged Bee addressed us—
And then we knelt in prayer—
We trust that she was willing—
We ask that we may be.
Summer—Sister—Seraph!
Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee—
And of the Butterfly—
And of the Breeze—Amen!
2k
on the day
we obviate all wars
our eyes shall see
a new dawn
as brothers and sisters
of the earth
we'll bear witness
to tranquility
history's pages
wrought in killing stains
conflicts repeated
too many times
our planet's inhabitants
all so blind
they see not
the dove of peace
man has forgotten
the tenant
of loving
thy neighbor
as an awful consequence
the gun rules with might
unto the drum
of nonviolence
man has not yet
begun to march
lay down
the sword of war
as it gravely
shadows all nations
on the horizon
a light doth flicker
beseeching man
to live cordially
dark clouds ever
they're looming
which path
shall man walk upon
the high road
leads to quiet
arms dispensed with
and deposed
pursuing the trail
of rancor
brings but
discordant clashes
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
the holiday season
has just begun
and the death toll
on the roadways do stun
drivers
driving
far
too fast
for
these
maniac
drivers
the
dice
is
cast
drivers
consuming
too
much
beer
and
wine
the
outcome
for
them
is
the
end
of
the
line
drivers
taking
uppers
to
stay
awake
they're
putting
their
lives
and
others
at
stake
some forethought by drivers
who get behind the wheel
may obviate the death statistics
which grow with zeal
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
~for Pamela Rae~
you cannot amend reality by passing a law.
if we could, then we should have one requiring society to
guarantee a happy childhood.
every **** time I propose to myself a resolution
that I am an ok poet, I stumble on to a poet here
of whom I was unaware, and you were, correctly aware,
that brings a good light into the world,
vowing to throw in the towel,
the I'm ok resolution never passes,
voted down 2 - 1;
Against: Myself, I
In Favor: Me
which necessitates try try again
Einstein's Insanity Theorem fool
proofed.
Exclaim! what a goodly word.
If we ex'd our claims (need, due, want) more,
walking in quiet contemplation,
we could climb on our roof (I can) and proclaim (silently)
glory glory hallelujah and it would not matter to
whom (which diety)
we are
addressing.
Outstanding! what a goodly word.
If I could satisfy the claims against me outstanding,
still unsatisfied, while I am yet among the living,
especially the one that are self-propelled,
that would be
outstanding.
I would rather the simple monetary motived corruption
of a dishonest businessman, than the cowardly silence
of the fools we elect to govern us, and gravely pretend
to know what is good for us. I call this,
My Theory of the Greater Corruption.
Word Salad: making crazy combinations of words,
i.e. eggplant smile, vegetable sunrise etc.
hell, I just can't make any up,
it is
cheap and lazy crafty no craftsmanship, craftwomanship
but very self/satisfying and tasty too, I'm sure,
and authentic 100% b.s.
The apocalypse is always nigh.
Ironically, very true.
Let's keep it that way.
neigh neigh neigh.
I write many more words than I speak;
by a very wide margin;
this pleases me,
by a very wide margin.
complexification
(yes, it is a real word) and
glorification
rhyme because they both end in
shunned.
In heaven, the following are outlawed:
yoga, exercise, dieting, crying; denying and lying.
the latter obviate the former.
glory glory hallelujah and hot ****
>•>
4/18/17 2:43am
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
and i’ve lived years of
turbulence; to be loc-
k’d out. problems str-
iking as an adder. pro-
blems adding to the
strike out. end of the
game we all play but
for the lone individ-
ual, and i was hand’d
the pack of smokes
with a ten wrap’d ‘ro-
und. not an act of for-
ced reliance. act of:
– save your money.
you need it more
than i.
and i’ve learn’d to ac-
cept. to receive with
grace and charity, to
offer in grace and ch-
arity. that other ten
percent. braking.
January,
year prior, to be found
destitute yet suffer no
one’s restrictions. and
the numb fingers rem-
ind me of my obstina-
nce, remind me that
i’ve been made to suf-
fer the cold.
oh, how the frigid
men slept with a rotg-
ut shank prepared. en-
ding dreams in which
survival is their sunrise.
and i pull’d a scarf over
my face to obviate the
cold. and in the false
spring of year prior, the
trees were trick’d to
give up their leaves
budding life as an
early spring sacrifice.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
My brother,
I am done with this game,
taking lives has turned me cold,
feeling gone,
with their cold eyes sewn to my soul,
I yearn for love,
but it eludes me,
If I stop,
will it find me?
or does it obviate me?
My brother,
I am done with this game,
rendering harmless,
or terminating with extreme prejudice,
just sayings to absolve and exculpate our actions,
My brother,
I can’t stand this,
I cry to her,
or to the ghost that I wish was her,
I ruined it,
and all in the name of God and country.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
My weary eyes widened when
Your silver tongue slits my pale neck
Thus, I sank my fangs below your ear to
suffice my blood drunk.
As the edge of your dagger trod back and forth on my skinny wrist.
Dead as the night.
Where the moon sheds her aging skin as I peel my own.
We were occupied with such ardor
like a peculiar kind of intimacy.
~
I turned away after that,
Left you with the aftermath
I faced the light to cast a shadow
where you chose to dwell and
might as well make perforations on my back.
She said she loves me
but all I ever felt was antipathy
~
If I can just sew my lips to my inner most thoughts to
obviate myself from forming a lie
But, I can’t.
You said ‘sing to me sweet’, so I sugarcoated every
word that came out from my fraudulent mouth
I was just in it for the thrill.
~
The stars I put up in your sky were fake
Life is nothing but a masquerade and
you didn't fell for a prince charming.
Because the rainbow I showed you was just the smoke from my
Sobranie.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC
Awake! this is life
Be not ungrateful for its toll
Cultivate an aura of contentment
Delve deeply for that thing they call a soul
Examine all your motives and intentions
Fling aside delusion in your path
Glimpse through tiny keyhole possibility
Harness all resistance with your wrath
Imitate great ones who came before you
Jeopard not the love within your heart
Karma cannot limit your ability to
Lacerate each falsehood all apart
Mingle with the angels out among us
Never rest until you need the sleep
Obviate the demons which cling to us
Perforate what makes you feel cheap
Querulous we walk the road to happy
Rutted as it is with mire and muck
Spare your energies and sweet entreaties
To walking ghosts who just don't give a ****
Upend all ideas that forestall you
Vindicate what you know to be true
Windmills of illusion won't enthrall you
Xcept when you opt to allow them to
Yesterday may blind us with her memory
Zelos might appreciate our idolatry
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Long before daybreak
With eyelids so heavy
Beseeching, let me sleep!
Never-ending, indefatigable thoughts
In waves, each more belligerent
Than its foregone,
Sang of tempestuous oceans
Of Winters of long-lasting darkness.
A bewail
- of bleakness -
For souls convoluted amongst alb foam.
To frank such thoughts
Dry them underneath moonlight
Obviate nefarious whims.
To coerce the ways of rational kin,
Eradicate rapt, impetuous
Combustions fired by
The cholera of heathens.
With herb and candle, enthrall,
With hammer and anvil, fashion!
Worming out the Eye of Dystopia
I wage war,
Quill in shivering fingers
- si vis pacem
para bellum.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
Maybe it was my fate to always hate
To loathe and despise
After all love and hate they
stand side by side
at the same entry gate
into the mind.
Sedate I'd feel the need to vent
to isolate, to feel
Something, anything, a negative
rather than a positive.
To overstate my need.
My want to hate
would obviate and obscure my fate.
Hate doesn't differentiate
Hate needs no explaining
Emanate hate, and you are guarded
from others, and yourself.
Love allows disappointment
Hate allows the known.
Hate humiliates me, this I know
It manipulates, resonates and reverberates
But, this I know
Hate like a crow will pick my carcass
like carrion.
Please let love pervade
Please let love venerate
Please let love in at the gate.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Your verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Why you always speaking voodoo on my name
Trying to turn me violent
By boiling the blood in the canals of my veins
And short circuiting the wires energizing the flows in my brain
It like you ******
When I crash into the base of my pains
Hoping that I would turn into sand
So you can bury your feet in the grains
Your logic has always been misconstrued
But now its just simply insane
Like... really ******* crazy
Exertion you abuse daily
Your life force steady draining
In attempt to jeopardize my safety
Im just trying to push these rhymes
Before you have me pushing these daises
But no
But Hell noo
But **** noooooo
You too lazy
And revenge like ***** on a plater
Is way too tasty
Its elementary to know that your wrong
But yet sing a song that does nothing but blame me
For the lost of your flame
For the tragedy associated with the syllables of your name
For the distortion of the water mirroring the curves of your frame
All things I have not nothing to do with
But I wish I could claim
Yet your determine to finalize this quest
So you stay unrest
Staying awake to see the sun dying in the horizon
To be silenced by the resurrect of the moons crest
A machine would be impressed
Witnessing you out perform its best
They way you devote your essences trying to obviate mine
A busy schedule
But thats fine
Because you always find time to make time
Why?
You could see so much more
Feel so much more
Do so much more
Be so much more
But you let hate consume your once illuminating core
So this is a warning to a soul I once adored
Free yourself from this self inflicted war
And don't think of me
Not even in the slightest anymore
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
. . love is shaped, like cities burning; tracing fingers, soot and ashes. (yeah, kinda like that) don't get high off the marker; **** yeah, we got there through wasting a ****** addict's table.
(hope you ******* read this)
pain is as much coping as it is a distraction; let the **** go. you're not held near-high; you know this. you know; where and what are you? slanted text, and there was given too much effort; too much thought; too much this self. birds of prey that mock the night, blood-howling animals, and YOU ARE NO BEAST. through the darkness, through the night; obviate names from your learned-nature long before the thought of landing. this world made for ending; howl, ************
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
You negate and overcomplicate,
Obsessed with trivial intricacies;
At the risk of contradicting yourself,
You foolproofed your own idiocy.
You oppose in totality just for the sake of it,
And obviate the need to deliberate;
Instead of making bridges from paragraphs,
You built garrisons out of sentences.
Convinced in waging petty wars,
You run your mouth without poise;
But for all intents and purposes,
A bark is nothing but recycled noise.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Visions of them leaving,
evidence such as this I have not
for my claims, just a feeling
that I trust... I have no choice.
What is there to do but believe?
Burn me with your tongue;
I question your innocence
before I obviate my doubts,
piling up like bodies in winter.
There is no room for this despondency.
Your touch an effigy of permanence
accompanied by sea salt -
scents I need to drown in
if I am to ever forget
how your fingers felt on my skin.
My eyes subdued fail to tell
all that my anima screams fervently;
lips sewn, I cannot deceive, but you,
you certainly saw this coming.
Duplicitous cruelty, tectonic shifts when you leave.
Perpetual ivory haunting; I remember everything,
how you built me and beat me to a mass of abdicable flesh.
Too late for limpidity, you call me on a camp adventure
while I'm still singing "defeated", my faith electrified, I ask...
Is it a surprise now they're all gone?
I am not them.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC