"openess" poems
*the curtain rolls aside
The stage sets
The lights flicker on
Everybody is waiting.*
And suddenly
it begins
The fake facade
The fake tears that cascade
This entire thing is an act
Nothing but predators in the night.
And though everyone wants to fight
Things just get too **** tight.
We want to be exposed to the light
But the play begins to take flight
And stunts are executed at devestating heights
This play
The theatre is all an act.
The metaphorical phrase for life.
And ****** at best
The masquerade of faults
The sins
The lies
Beginning to become more of a circus.
And as this blood runs red
This...act runs dark.
The curtains still pried open
Set on the openess of a prairie.
These people.
The ones who lead us on
The never ending Mirage.
Until this act is exposed
The audience shall be snatched into grievience.
The fakes strut around us.
They show the underside quickly.
The ugly scene
That proved to be the ******
The jaw dropping ********** conclusion.
But imagine the actors
Exposed and afraid.
Alone without makeup and masks.
Turning until someone asks
*where the ***** the director?*
Abandonment from the puppeteer himself
Waiting for everyone else to
Show themselves
For who they really are.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
We seek Him.
He seeks us.
We seek prayers.
He seeks to save us.
Yes, God truly loves us.
If he have thought about giving up.
We would never know.
Because we are not God.
We see color.
He see us.
We see hatred.
He see love.
We see selfishness.
He see gracefulness.
We see anger.
He see calmness.
Is it a wonder that the Lord loves us?
We see trouble.
He see temperance.
We see breakup.
He see makeup.
All the things he see within us.
If we only believe that God knows the way for us to handle things.
We see negative.
He see positivity surrounding us.
We are blessed.
He alone has blessed us.
We all should trust in him.
He has complete trust in us.
We adapt to him.
He don't adapt to us.
Yes, God see the best in us to succeed.
Again, if we only honestly believe.
We see fights.
He see peace.
For He alone know wars will be the destruction of us all.
We seek closure.
He seeks openess.
He want us to testify with truth.
That He alone is God and that no other exist like him.
He was here in the beginning.
He'll be there in the end.
He's God
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
I deserve Ice cream and cookies
I deserve attention and commitment
I deserve 'I miss you' 'I need you' 'You are beautiful'
I deserve happiness and a heart to rely on
I deserve hugs and the deepest kisses
I deserve laughter and a sound sleep
I deserve promises and a willingness to keep
I deserve openess and acceptance
I deserve dedication
I deserve them all
And when I find myself
Missing him
After everything he has put me through
I speak to my soul:
You deserve better, Soft one
You deserve Love
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
Lie through that open night,
stinging frosts of contemplation,
wooden hands scratching away rest from frozen windows,
the pulled out ageing creak of a forgotten floorboard.
All you can do is listen. Never hearing the sweet purr of peace only
its disheartening cousin of silence. Never slipping out of now and its pulsing hum.
Never brushing against yourself and waking up in a sleep,just listening.
Air is now a solid icy chore, a darkened perception of magnified regret.
It drowns in the snowflakes of the stars, not attempting to escape, simply surrending to the openess.
Can you be like a sleepy diamond?The eye of heaven glares louder now
and still has not reached its peak.
No you like the floor board lie fixed in the night,
listening
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
Enter a life devoid of
what you
won't ever believe
you truly
take for
granted. You do.
How do I know, you ask?
Well, I have eyes.
It's not hard to see
your hardships hardened
your heart
to any empathy for us
so, I turn /OFF
too
so, **** You
What do I know of life?
I'm young /or dumb /and dumb.
I know that I live in a world
that venerates honesty but
punishes me for living with
a little truth.
What do I know of life?
I'm young /and dumb /and dumb
I know that dissent in a world
that venerates this openess
is, will be met, with callousness
unrivaled. unrivaled. unrivaled.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
I provide the path to openess to wash away the pain of your soul
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 7:07 AM UTC
Why make resolutions?
When you know you're not going to keep them?
Why go into the New Year's under false pretense.
To many it doesn't make any sense.
All the excuses we're going to hide behind.
Only prove to many you was lying.
While you still hide behind denial of the truth.
When your honesty would surely do.
Face, the New Year's will openess.
That you can only do your best.
This will say so much.
When you're put to the test.
Why try to impress?
When we only need to confess that we going to try to do.
When we aware we might not be able too.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
night falls on hushed conversation
drifts of laughter, peals of attraction
a comparison of souls blush soft exhaled breaths
near touches, averted glances, reflections in eyes
we two together discover newness in difference
the evening becomes young and old,
lives flow on winds of exchange and openess
wax and wan a brilliant fascination
growth finds route in minds flickering between paths
oft ignored in ignorance and incredulity
sought by courageous sparks of life unafraid of
the imperial void.
soft sands eager to crush hard rock struggle to gain purchase
invariably falter and confess inability
spirit prevails above desire, ignites a passion
and redefines the concept of humanity.
born on the whims and compassion of lightyears of volatility
eventually delivers miracles in frozen seeds.
nurtured imagination ripens, shoots for the sky
believe what can come from eye contact inside two panes of glass
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
Something happened last night.
You had a lot of moments of vulnerability.
of openess you normally don't show.
I tried to memorize every detail,
the way you sighed,
how I could almost hear the shuddering of memories,
your voice as I kept you awake
softly sweet and gravelly with that sad undertone.
An instance represents best is when
I said I'd go in all black if you wanted me to be badass,
your hand traced patterns as you chuckled softly
and said "only for a funeral"
I tell you I've never been to one.
there's a beat of silence then I ask you.
you sigh as you say "too many"
normally you'd brush it off
but your voice told me you were exposing yourself to me
You sound older than possible for the
twenty year old go-getter smiling boy
you show everyone else.
There's so much more to you
that nobody can see.
I love being the one to know.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
The blind dost not hear and the deaf see not the agony torturing the soul. The sun blocks sleep in middle of the night, and darkness shrouds the day with a blanket of hell. Rivers of tears drying the soil, and cracked earth brings forth floods of red. Scattered over the promised ground, thoughts and memories of forgotten promises exposed for the world to see. Endless circle of perfection tarnished with rings of desire. Lying in the hands, dreams fullfilled. Awakening to empty arms, deafening screams wake not the tear soaked cloth. Tangled and tathered, smothering and stifling the hopes and dreams. Yesterdays tomorrows lie heavily, floating like a fog. Blocking the openess and guiding the feet back to the beginning to bring forth the end. The mockers flood the night with a guiding light. To their path the soul cannot go. The ravenous dogs devour the night and parch the day, but the wall halts the dreams. Nevermore dost tears flow and the river wind, for the serenity of the dry lake floats the soul past the screams and unto an eternal peace
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC