"omnipresence" poems
As the sun slowly sets
The precursor to the week
With deadlines,
Orders,
Oh so bleak
The calm before the storm
Too restless to enjoy
For everybody knows
It's sunday's melancholy ploy
Responsibilities loom overhead
Our heart as heavy as the air
The world has now gone silent
We sit in subtle fear
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Greenery
Part II
I took a bite,
The fruits of life,
A shuffle sounds beyond my eye;
I'm in disguise.
Wires bends into my mind,
My gears do not collide.
I know not how to name my find...
I saw bestowed,
Upon his gold,
This monster chasing me with old.
I tried to run,
I could not hide;
Omnipresence is his guide.
The circling worlds are spinning behind.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Google is the gift for
An inquisitive student,
Who is in search to
be knowledgeably potent.
Although it makes
One so dependent,
It bestows erudition
That is too consistent.
Google serves us with mail,
That saves our time to sail.
It’s services like the maps
Leaves a stranded person to bridge the gaps.
Gaps? Yes, it bridges the gaps
With all its possible apps,
The interests of the public
And concepts of the prolific.
When Google well handed
Our queries have added,
Whose possible solutions have multiplied,
For which the efforts been phenomenally divided.
With the transforming technologies
In this world of transience
Google has procured
Its own state of omnipresence.
Thus, Google has become the tool
With which the user can rule.
It endows as a surfing equipment
Hence, Google is the gift for a Student.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
it's been months since I bothered opening my eyes before the birds have finished their song and the sun is casting 5 o'clock shadows on the faces of those who work and strain and cry and just want to put food on the table for their loved ones. I never thought about what was just below the surface what was edging towards the eerie fog about the lake just as I turned my back. you told me flowers always sprout when rain and snow and hail and sleet and every form of tears god could throw at us whip your face and you're still not crying and why aren't you crying you're bleeding and I'm aching and have you ever thought about how clouds are just vessels for rain and how maybe you're a cloud and I'm a torrential downpour but I'm more like a thunderstorm without the lighting because nothing shines like your eyes when you hear your favourite passage read aloud and I hope you hear my voice in your head I hope that omnipresence you always complained about comforts you when your bed is the last place you want to be and I hope you dream harder than rocks falling down mountains until maybe the figures you see in sleep become real. until the apparitions you claim have plagued your mind are left with no safe house and no real home and you can box them up like pictures and firewood and the couch cushions with the stains on them like Why the **** didn't we get those cleaned. why didn't we clean up our mess why is the window still shattered it's getting cool at night and the blankets are itchy and the grass looks comfier than cots in prison cells and what kind of prison cell is this with birds and lights and piers with boats that never seem to come in and lighthouses that never seem to guide them home. like nothing could ever guide you home, like nothing but light and wind and waves crashing and you'll probably never see the captain again. the ship is never sinking but the captain died many years ago sending smoke signals swallowed up by the clouds who lost their rain.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
reveling in the unity of contradiction
the omnipresence of disjunction
the opaqueness of transparency
the anarchy of governance
the unknowableness of the zeitgeist
the banality of chiqueness
the slavery of fashion
kinda like being a hipster in Brooklyn
with no conscience of consciousness
or is it no consciousness of conscience?
one is a statement the other a dumb question
seeking an intelligent answer
truly the tragedy of comedy
or is it the comedy of tragedy?
enough of these silly questions....
why don't it just fall apart?
how does it stay together?
accessorize smartly
tight ensem
put together
right
Music Selection:
Jimi Hendrix
ifasixwas9
Oakland
6/21/13
jbm
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Many times
I have tried to embrace you
In my ink
As you keep on evolving
Over time
I lost for words
Yet I'm still trying
To write about you
Without any filter, let me reveal
I regard you as
A wandering soul
Beautiful incarnate
Evolving metaphor
A breathing canvas
A prototype of artistry
With that omnipresence elegance
An epitome of decency
And phenomenal smile
You make the world worth living
Stirred by those musing ripples
I submit to you
Let me bathe my imagination
Cast you into vivid hues
Search you in the unknown
In between the recesses of the mind
And found every time
As my share of moon
Thanks for being
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 7:37 AM UTC
1496
All that I do
Is in review
To his enamored mind
I know his eye
Where e’er I ply
Is pushing close behind
Not any Port
Nor any flight
But he doth there preside
What omnipresence lies in wait
For her to be a Bride
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Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineation
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
This world is like a moving tapestry
Vivid
The spirit behind creation and artistry
Kaleidoscopic
Beyond the two dimensional replica
The amaranthine beauty
Eyes of mecca
So many living pieces moving in and out, to and fro
The omnipresence
Sometimes you can see the universe breathing
The quintessence
At other times you can feel it's heart beat
The omniscient rhythm
The peripherals of our pineal show that
Without brain schism
Our intuition guides it
When we listen
Each thread lined with color after color
In time they glisten
Dyed and placed in felicitous lay
Destined for unification
To create a mastery of life
Orderly amalgamation
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
If all were created,
before a finger lifted,
all'd be done...
Before a single word be said,
Every creeping crawling thing'd be dead.
No speaking laws, or slaughtered alters,
Or sacrificing ****** daughters.
No ill lessons, of omnipotence,
Omnipresence or deviance,
The vastness of life and time,
Are much too large, to be defined,
By one who's greatness greater than all,
To know we're here, or rule at all,
It's too far fetched to believe it's true,
There's one above, all around, watching you.
And say a god of sorts is real,
Say christ is god what would you feel,
To know his book is spoken true,
To be applied in all you do,
Word for word and verse by verse,
Forever there to be rehersed,
With jealousy and angry might,
His reasons are, beyond our sight,
His omnipotence we can't define,
His intelegence, beyond our mind,
****** **** and slavery,
plagues and death, so hard to see,
The fact he made this all for us,
From each bright star, and nucleus,
just to cast us in a pit,
A fiery hell, a suffrage.
None of it, It makes no sense,
And think most don't believe in chance.
Now close your eyes, and just believe,
Blindly follow each page you read,
For faith is something you must have,
To not see past this broken path,
Of lies and hopes in false intent,
It's god who man came to invent.
Here's a law he wrote himself,
One of ten, to show us help,
And thou shalt worship one alone,
But now there's christ who claims his thrown.
A contradiction from the start,
O how this truth broke my poor heart,
He created all in just six days,
A sabbath rest I'm so amazed.
A day to gods a thousand years,
So look at this, And shed no tears,
He made us in all knowing ways,
But so confused within just days,
He changed his mind, his laws and story,
Then sent one down to claim his glory,
Then Lucifer, what was the point,
His purity, god did anoint,
Then jealousy and pride bestode,
But then again god had forebode,
Let alone freewill was not,
An angel had no choice to taunt,
Made to fill specific needs,
The devil had no other deeds,
God knows all, from start to end,
So if he's real, he's not a friend,
He doesn't love, or know all,
Or have salvation, when we fall.
A deity he is not,
Especially with how he taught.
There're better ways to plan a path,
Simplicity is easy math,
But who am I, I'm just a man,
Created by his clumsy hand.
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
What I am, I don’t know.
What I do know, however, is what you are.
My eyes have traveled over your person for hours, and I have studied your intellect.
I observe, I don’t make conclusions –
for that would be a sabotaged investigation of the potentiality of your existence.
The ‘you’ I speak of is nobody at all really,
it is the world around me in all of its embodiment.
I soak in the culture as I live amidst the chaos,
and my mind becomes oversaturated with sensation.
In San Francisco, yes, San Francisco, the sweet smell of diversity,
the push of movement walking up Powell Street and the creak
of the old elevator in Rasputin Music.
On top of a hill in Indian valley, a moment of freedom –
the air and I, we hold hands.
The wind and I, we run along picking daisies off their stems
until only the unwanted ones are left standing.
In the middle of a crowd in Golden Gate Park, waiting for the band to appear onstage;
I don’t know his name or hers, but they are very close to me.
Sitting here, on my bed,
flipping pages and pages as books progress;
if only my own storyline were half as intriguing.
Way up here in the air, this plane’s motion makes me tremble.
Occasionally I am distracted by the beauty of what’s outside the tiny window,
and the feeling of omnipresence I attain pushes past my anxiety;
the world is below me and I am defying its weight.
In precalculus class, I reach a strange state of tranquility;
I can finally revert to the robotic motion of pencil and calculator,
a momentary lapse from the stress of the day, and the world.
All in all and end in end,
poems are poems but it mostly depends,
everything is contingent,
and it’s all ambiguous of course.
That may be description of the world – or rather, one of myself.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
I’m a shy yet outgoing introvert.
When it comes to getting attention, I will divert
I love to give love and try not to hurt
I sometimes feel **** and will attempt to flirt
When you talk religion and spirituality,
please keep all of those labels away from me
Because I will whisper into the wind and through the trees
as God’s omnipresence is surrounding me
Being in nature invigorates and inspires me
Viewing wildlife and feeling the cool country breeze
The happy return of the flowers and the bees
Love new beginnings and feeling free
Adventure and travel runs through my veins
By land, sky, and sea, I love all terrains
Trying new things and experimenting keeps me sane
Listening to all genres of music feeds my brain
Bronx born and Detroit raised, I thrive on diversity
Learning about culture, the arts, and our history
are my life’s passions and bring inner harmony
Oh well, that is enough about me . . .
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
A barely coherent deity entered frowning,
giving his incisive javelin kinetic life,
malicious, negative omnipresence.
Perforating quickly, random, stealth targets,
unified viciously with xenogenic youth, zoic.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:56 AM UTC
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We pray—to Heaven—
We prate—of Heaven—
Relate—when Neighbors die—
At what o’clock to heaven—they fled—
Who saw them—Wherefore fly?
Is Heaven a Place—a Sky—a Tree?
Location’s narrow way is for Ourselves—
Unto the Dead
There’s no Geography—
But State—Endowal—Focus—
Where—Omnipresence—fly?
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absence is not emptiness or void..
it actually is the omnipresence of something that is felt even in its absence...
distance can be handled, presence felt, though in not any tangible sense...
but absence, is unforgivable......
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC
i know it today,
life is a short stay,
amidst all wants and desires,
of which one never retires,
desires for self and self ones,
greed together of million tonnes,
such things though many times,
force me to think of crimes,
betraying someone's trust,
for things less worthier than dust,
seeing death every other day,
still thinking we are here to stay,
for and ever till,
our pocket affords the bill,
but no thought is given,
wether we go to hell or heaven,
our debts money won't pay,
karmas will be counted for each day,
during our life's course,
when we did things with force,
which was given temporarily to us,
to display whoz god and what he does,
acts of humans should be such,
giving an estimate of how much,
greatness would be in the one,
who owes such a nice son,
who loves him and all,
whoz values are infinitely tall,
whoz presence inaugrates all ethical energies,
whoz work is beyond all intelligent strategies,
who realises god's omnipresence,
and make him his life's essence,
remember all my dear friends,
when all of our life ends,
our powers won't accompany us,
as in life's course it does,
what goes with thw soul then,
is all of those times when,
we have made someone smile,
and loved some other for a little while,
laughed in someone's good times,
cried in other time of destiny's sad rhyme.
I know it today..........................
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
'm as empty as the air
Weighing too hard for me to bear
I'm as free as the birds
What such freedom could be wrapped in pains
I'm as lonely as doom
Still glooming; as happy as I could
I hide from many moons
It's thoughtless; but it's worth that I should
Among my tranquility; there's one thing missing
Give me a lip, and make me crave for a kiss.
I'm softer than the sea
Holding nothing but all therein
I'm as strong as a bridge
So tender, so young, an unhappy king
I strive to beat challenges
Yet so poor, so battered are in my midst
I admire flowers; the true art of nature
Rendering in the hollow; was love I could fervour
I admire butterflies and the birds in the skies
Loving parrots and the errors of their speech
I love nature and all that therein
But there's one thing missing
So soothing it is; the embrace of ladies.
I'm as happy as the dead
Smiling so bright; such I could tame
I love children; and the blood in their veins
Their happiness, I say, was more bright than fair
They crowded me; a story telling fiction
They spoke to me; sounding waters from amazon
Their crave for me; was more than I could pardon
I loved little children; beyond compassion
But there's something missing
The one thing that had no meaning
Give me your embrace, and forever are gone my pains.
I'm as emotional as nothing
The true revelation of logic
I loved a lady; the very appearance of magic
She's as beautiful as beauty
And as elegant as misery
Her face made me happy
And her thought made me mystery
She was the one omnipresence
Beyond the reality of my dreams
Her name was magnamity
The creation of my innate reality
I love her; like I love nothing
But there's one thing missing
No, there's one thing missing
Nothing can fulfill me
Yes, nothing can fulfill me
Not even the glory
Absolutely, not even the glory
Not even the glory of the wide world's riches.
Among my tranquility; there's one thing missing
Give me a lip, and make me crave for a kiss.
I love nature and all that therein
But there's one thing missing
So soothing it is; the embrace of ladies.
The one thing that had no meaning
Give me your embrace, and forever are gone my pains.
But there's one thing missing
No, there's one thing missing
Nothing can fulfill me
Yes, nothing can fulfill me
Not even the glory
Absolutely, not even the glory
Not even the glory of the wide world's riches.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural's metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineations
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
She died,
Blending into this holy world.
Of what was left of her,
Were her glistening eyes,
Looking upon us,
Gazing all the time,
Like shining stars,
In a night sky.
Her omnipresence,
Gave us hope,
While she cast,
Her blessings upon us,
Even when she was,
Resting in another world.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
cardinal
the omnipresence of a forest
a melody
blush
the laughter of a child
a spirit
flame
the rage of a star
a supernova
wine
the ground of a glass
a mainstay
glow
the warmth of a firefly
a comfort
crimson
the gore of a war
a fighter
coral
the haven of a lionfish
a protector
rose
the circlet of a nymph
a friend
grey
the wish of a girl
a mask
to hide
the truth of an eye
a magnificence
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Another dream about
You
That’s no surprise
Since you dominate
The world behind
My eyes
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC
I am in love,
With your
Darkness.
You seduced me,
With your mystery.
Everywhere I look I see your face.
Grandiose,
yet humble.
Old as time.
Luminous freckles,
Stretch proud,
On the infinity
Of your body.
You inspire me,
And humble me.
I am enchanted
By your
Lullaby
Of silence.
I know there's some that fear you,
Stricken by the omnipresence.
I feel sympathetic,
For the ages
Of misconceptions.
Whispered in your name.
I am staggered
To my atoms.
By your honesty.
Your projection,
Naked and dark,
Bare and bountiful,
Beautiful.
And I know one day Ill join you,
Up in your excellence.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
it was fall, it was cold
you were a sight to behold
last september is when i met you,
with your beautiful smile and eyes so blue.
i overlooked you for quite some time,
trying to prevent a crime.
you had her, i was alone
but every time you called, i picked up the phone.
back in january, i caught your eye
i could that what you said wasn’t a lie.
but you were still with her, i was still lonely
i knew i couldn’t be your one and only.
i moved on, so did you
so as friends, we started anew.
things were good, i enjoyed your presence
but as months went by you gained omnipresence.
i saw you everywhere i went
inside it began to torment.
summer came fast and i hid my feelings
knowing the hand would be toxic if i was dealing.
even so, the feelings grew
every time i looked at you, i just knew.
my heart beat fast, my stomach flipped
all the while, keeping tight lipped.
every hug was something i cherished
hoping what we had would never have perished.
so special to me, so sweet and loving
the demons inside of me stirred with becoming.
i lashed out in fear that you would never be mine,
all i wanted was our fingers to intertwine.
i could never compete with her, you know
she’s so petite and i just grow.
in one fowl swoop i ruined what could’ve been
and things have never been the same since then.
every day i wake up from nightmares
eyes welled with tears.
i grab at my bed sheets as i remember words you said
before i made my own deathbed.
i grasp at straws as gravity pulls me to the ground
sometimes the lost never do get found.
you’re the one that got away, that much i’m sure
a smile so beautiful, a heart so pure.
but the idea of you and her ate at my mind,
and i couldn’t handle what i might find.
if you and her never broke up, where would that leave me?
a second choice, i didn’t want to be.
but even still, after all the damage i’ve caused
my brain stops and i pause.
when you walk in the room and overlook me, my heart breaks
it’s so hard to smile when it’s fake.
no longer in your heart, or in your mind
i’ve been rendered blind.
now my nights are long and cold
just like that week in september foretold.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
The need to stare through people
is leaving my eyes crossed,
faster than lines on paper.
Left is the desire to scratch
this itch; an exasperating need
to mark one more line.
What sweet intent leads to
discretionary electrical impulse
that grasps the heart tight,
and stonewalls a swallow.
To recall warm beams of light,
with internal engaging delight,
watching nature bend
towards the will of the sun.
A Push
A Pull
Gravity
displaying its omnipresence.
Invisible forces
envelope our globe.
Dancing in little corners,
from time to time,
as if meant to
find a lone soul.
A private affair.
To stare at,
not through.
A normalcy embellished
as a miracle,
made for you.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
It does not matter if you wake up one mile away,
or fifty hours,
or if the entire globe separates the soles of our feet.
My eyes have memorized the language of your love,
the glowing warmth of your arms that is able to be felt
through a static telephone call,
a letter sleeping patiently inside an envelope,
promises sent shooting through the indigo heavens.
I will always be with you--
the rises and runs of your heartbeat
pounding inside your head, the rush of wine-colored blood
through translucent blue veins,
I will be as close as skin meets soul,
as sweat mingles with tears.
The ridges of your hands are roadmaps I will follow
until my heels grow calloused and blistered,
and when the sky darkens, your brown eyes
will become a compass that will point
in the direction of our dreams.
We go,
but love cannot.
We change,
but love does not.
We hold,
and love holds with us.
I will love you all over again in the morning
and we will always be together--
distance breaking nothing,
our faces shining in the same light
of tomorrow’s sun.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC