"outdoing" poems
I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
With standoffish movement of air,
Of any velocity.
I will furnish you with an upchucking sensation,
In your solar plexus,
And move your heavy head,
Round and round,
Round and round.
Outdoing the darkness,
Above and beneath,
I will emerge cold-eyed;
I will emerge cold-eyed,
And hit the strong,
And bold,
And black boulders.
And sprinkle moisture droplets on your pale face.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Vying with my facsimiles,
And similar ones,
For reaching the untraced,
Unknown,
And unfrequented coves,
With puissance,
And robbing the possessions,
I will recede.
I will recede,
And submerse everything with me,
And what awaits me,
On my way.
Come,
And dunk yourselves,
Thinking I will wash all your transgresses,
Come,
You puny creatures,
I will,
But wash only your grimy,
And filthy bodies.
Advance farther,
And you will be another meal,
To me.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
Roaring monotonously.
I am a wave,
In a humongous ocean,
Busier than a bee,
Rising and falling,
Forever,
Growing old,
And working harder,
Than ever.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
be blunter not, be no folly still:
this is our heartland's voice.
we are not this land's tenant,
nor are we the shadows that inhabit
light — this is out highest meed,
we go on with nobler steads.
languorous scraps of warfare
and a ****** of metal heed the
clarion call of our oneness yet when
it rains all shall rend in rust
as how our nation
furiously drowns yet emerges
victorious past the renegade of hours!
in it and from it
shall rise the true meaning
of our blood.
our large voices mellow down
in our guts outdoing our smallness - there is a river of
phantasmagoria yet its
rustle is same in its breadth in
our deep land. o, yelp never a lie!
consider truthfully brutal
affording solace:
it is our form reshaping our body.
it is our wills carving our flesh.
it is the dreams that are ensanguined
in us that forge the arms of
our fatherland: language!
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
Book holds for Reader
The secret to divinity,
Between ink and fiber
Lies the universe.
Sustaining itself by
Luring others inside,
Book fools Reader
That escape is within
Then entraps them in the
Fantasy that life could be
Like Reader's favorite Book.
But Book lies to Reader.
Great literature is proof
Against God.
For God created World,
Author and Ink and Paper-
Reader and Book.
But Reader wants to escape World
(created by God)
And travel into Book
(created by Author)
His creation has outdone Him
And has been outdoing him
For centuries.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Oh shout, never whisper your thoughts
only loud voices get their point across.
Practice all that you believe and preach
or all your worth will be ****** as blood to a leech.
Believe that you are, not just one of many,
but one of few outdoing others plenty.
Reach out to those who have less than you,
one good deed can pull many smiles through.
Stay true to yourself, and realize that one simple dream
can evolve into something greater than the world has ever seen.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
The singular marble of energy, infinitely dense,
Elected to expand towards inexistent directions,
Creating space to unfold volatile carpets of navy
Blue time, on which to develop endless potential.
Light ignites for particles to amalgamate reflections,
Evolving energy into matter, for atoms to compose
Spinning molecules assembled, filled with purpose
Pulled by force, of gravity building fusing stars.
Refractory minerals travel unnoticed and afar,
Leaving home to shower dust on spheres aligned
Orbiting a sun, where ingredients perfectly meld
Hosting falling comets and chondrites, water in disguise.
Suddenly life.
As the marble now exceeds measurement possibilities,
Perpetrating its expansion, outdoing light speed limits,
It decides to visit itself and its creations through the eyes
Of a species with a mind. Consciousness rise.
From a remote planet lost in its meanders,
Inhabitants of Earth slowly challenge their perceptions,
Reflecting shadows of primitive light to comprehend
Their role in the marble game encompassing all.
Suddenly the Universe.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Determine within yourself, to smile more, worry less
Let love and peace guide you away from the path of bigotry
That will slay the soul and mind, look to the lush green cornfields
Standing as silent guards in America, the blooming summer apples
The the rapid streams, with minnows swimming in clear creeks
Junebugs buzzing in sundown , butterflies floating in soft winds
Fireflies glowing as tiny neon signs, outliving, outdoing, stonings
Beatings to the body , spirit, of being called "shine'' , '' nigger'' , '' darky''
Which of themselves, are never unforgettable, ever hoping that a stain
will be left on white souls, so that one might be able to smile in autumn
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
The eyes are the ******* of the soul
You play your cards right
Let the eyes tell the lies
People will believe anything that they see
The upside to being depressed
Is you become professional to outdoing the best
A smile here and raise of the eyebrow there proves everything
Especially that "I love you" is true
It's the truth if the matter, that the best is yet to come and I hope you're there to see it and I won't have to tell lies.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
By the border
they drink cactus wine
breathless
outdoing each other cussing their own Mothers
they tell poignant stories for a few guineas
on their first and only loves
before they became tramps of sorts
profusely coughing up
nobody wants them mow
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Well, what did you expect?
A parade and celebration to honor your return?
A banquet and feast laid out just for you?
A thousand people waving and waiting to give you gifts,
every person outdoing the other, each gift more extravagant than the next?
For me to fall into your arms and say that I was waiting for you to come back?
Well, then you've got something coming.
I'm sorry if when I opened the door to your knock,
I didn't react like you thought I would,
But you were the one who said we were over
So I quit crying over you and moved on,
I tried to tell you before, that if you dump me,
You wouldn't get a second chance.
You found someone else with a lot of money,
And so you dumped me and picked her up.
But now you're back and wanting me again,
Your smile and open arms are tempting
But I know better than to trust someone,
Who told me they would never choose another over me.
So don't mind me as I tell you to never set foot here again,
And slam the door in your face.
Because in truth, while I am moving on with my life,
Inside a part of my heart, I'm still crying,
Wishing, I could rewind time.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
Shelter me from a playground of indecisions
Bury my fear and grant me that my hope brings me visions
I am never whom I was
I am never these illusions
The child in me still searching for absolution.
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home
A castle of glass misguiding emotions that are born
Never growing younger the age outdoing the clock
Decisions growling
Decisions howling
The child in me still looking for a flower.
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home
A home
A home
A home
A home
Welcome home to childhood dreams
Welcome home to a destiny
Welcome home to a fragile heart
Welcome home
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC