"overstated" poems
The evolution of art never halts
Once we began dancing around fire
Our feet couldn't stop
A place in our lives
Where our subpar seeds
Could be seen as glowing trees
That's the way I feel about my poetry
It reminds me a lot of me
I reread it and rewrite it so often
By the end it seems unoriginal and plain
And all I can hope
Is the themes and ideas that were the inspirational genesis
Remain intact
Art walks a tightrope over the most unpredictable factor
The audience
They are the other half of art
Their power cannot be overstated
And as time progresses
Their power grows
And the importance of art always extends an equal distance
But the stronger art becomes
The more it asks of it's audience
In many cases
The audience is not ready to take the call
This is one of those times
Here at the current pinnacle of art
Surfing the web
A wonderful chance as
Art is a reflection of people and society
The Internet is people and society
But just as we listen to songs
To decide what concert to go to
Or watch trailers
To decide what movie to see
We like what we like
And put blinders on to find it
Like moths to fire
We could do amazing things
If we could harness the potential
Of our collective conscious
But the threat of losing our individuality
Is too great for us
Unable to accept
Our individuality is always in the context of our cosmic existence
We are part of something greater
And we can't escape that
Even in death
We feed what lies beneath
The memory of our lives
Shrinks to obscurity
The maggots that cover our corpses
Flourish to maturity
Everything this world creates is art
And we are it's most complex creation
Not necessarily the best
We just have the most parts
And the maggots that use our dead bodies for sustenance
Were once the monsters that roamed this Earth
They had no nationality
Or political affiliations
Or religion
And they're still here
Waiting to reclaim their throne
Once "smarter" species seek suicide
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
As one chosen by God, certain attributes
are demonstrated with loving regularity;
despite one’s beliefs, showing kindness
requires a daring of spiritual temerity.
For The Lord expects His children to give
Love towards people without expectations;
know that being tenderhearted, helps one
to naturally extend actions of compassion.
Don’t think lightly, about the richness
of kindness, it may one lead to repentance;
its warm embrace softens the heart, while
Salvation overrides Death’s life sentence.
The merit of kindness can’t be overstated;
being accepting, forgiving without judgment
means not rigidly imposing beliefs on others.
As His children, one should make investments
in the individualized development of others.
With the “Fruit of The Holy Spirit”, growth
and maturation can be properly accelerated
when applying by the principle of God’s oath
to “humbly walk in Love” (as He requires).
Kindness is patient, when paired with respect,
justice, long-suffering and unconditional Love;
the value of kindness, no one should neglect.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Eph 4:32; Gal 5:22-23; Heb 6:10; Rom 2:4;
Luke 6:35; Col 3:12; Prov 3:3; Mica 6:8
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Future.
One word,
That sends thousands to their knees.
The ultimate fear,
Whether acknowledged or denied.
The ultimate seduction,
Overlooked and overstated.
It looms unendingly,
A second shadow to mock your efforts.
A silent lure,
Tempting and drunk on its own velocity.
Constant yet uncertain...
Striking fear and lust,
Like a taboo so sweet,
Into the hearts of the fearful and the ambitious.
I walk happily into the darkness,
And embrace the dark temptation.
Self-destruction in a heady promise
Of a tremulous future.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
A moment cuffs you in the face
like Newton's overstated apple,
and the evening dissolves
into sharp, steady resolve...
You think about the extra drink you should have drunk,
the song you should have sung
and the man whose touch y so missed...
The Muse had disappeared.
**** Muse.
Every time you try to find news you want to *****
not just a little, but expel the very core of emptiness out of you,
and you picked a fine time to stop swearing
because there is a man whose feel you have so **** missed...
The stars continue to twinkle across the Northern Sky,
oblivious to the bouncing of our big Blue Ball,
un-answering dreamful wishes;
though, there are other stars lying closer to your heart,
a fresh start and the barbells below...
And you realize
life is found in the letting go...
And the Muse reappears, smiles an aching, wondrous, Hello.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Aged twelve i lost my faith in the world. Opened my eyes to my own demise and what followed was a sadness with seemingly no explanation. I looked at the world and how shallow it is and I drowned in it. Where being kind and considerate seemed to get you nowhere.
Where we were getting taught to accept all that was unfair and unjust made me feel if you care you can't trust. And most of this was from our education system, I could see that hidden curriculum. So being the most unlikely rebel I dropped out of school, point blank refused to go, dragged kicking and screaming literally grabbing onto the doorframe until they gave up, and though I was relieved it should be believed that you never really get over someone giving up on you.
So I was left , set adrift. Sit in my pyjamas though I never slept, stay inside and limit my contact with it. Protect myself from it, I wanted no part of it. But the effects of isolation should not be underestimated, it just added to it, introspective perspective, curse of the sensitive proved deadly to my spirit. I'd Watch my friends play out from my window and wonder how can they be happy, don't they know? Don't they see the worse it gets the more you grow ? It seemed not, so maybe I was just crazy.
Self awareness too early made me wary, it was scary and I didn't understand so I surrendered to that white coat "helping hand" Your child's withdrawn, depressed and suffering from social anxiety, but was that really me? Could they not see?! They asked so many questions but never asked themselves why? Not that I could express what was going on in my mind at the time.
So I took it for gospel as I could no longer hear GODS call. (My faith in him died slowly as I'd pray every night hoping he'd show me the way but he never did) Traded it in for the words of professionals and specialists, cause they must know right? Little did I know it would shape my life for a long time.
Give an obedient child a label and they will stick to it, give an overwhelmed and confused child a label and they will thank you for it! Unlucky for me I was both. Any opportunity to make sense of the world I now saw I took willingly. Turned out mentally ill is what it would be.
The effects of isolation on an already overactive mind cannot be overstated. The battle I fought was with thought. This is why I had no time to speak to or see anybody. It was all consuming in my tiny anatomy.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
soft soft softly
he creeps about
the edges of the room
finding his way....
with the precision
of a Noh dancer...
as the blucat watches
with gestapo stare...
the new kitten...
black and white
tuxedo...not quite right
all wrinkles and fuzz
and fffft, ffft fights
the blue cat...
old cantankerous king
looks at this scrap
of a thing...
growls, deep
from his belly rotound
turns his back...
in overstated disgust....
that wrinkly thing,
is not one of us!!!.....
later in the day...
i pass by the same way
to find blucat and tuxedo boy, wrapped up asleep
in sombulant joy...
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Captivate
My jealousy is understated,
Desires that have not been sated,
I will captivate you.
Place your gaze upon my lips,
Rhythmic motion of my hips,
I will captivate you.
Fiery embers behind my eyes,
Passion is the bond that ties,
I have captivated you.
You will think that you have won,
But in the morning I’ll be gone,
My memory is in your arms,
I did not mean to cause you harm,
But you captivated me.
My jealousy was overstated,
Behold the mess I have created,
Now I don’t captivate you.
12/26/2016
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Do you write poetry to get it all out
Or to hide it?
Do you write because you want to scream
And shout, or because you cant hide it?
I write when im lonely
When the demons inside me get roudy
When the drugs come a'howlin
And my familys looking over me,
Frowning
I write when the slits on my wrists look like the telephone lines i should be calling
But instead of screaming i just end up scrawling
All my pathetic overstated woes
Right here
So facilitate me, you strangers
Love this post. Even though i hate it
Youve no idea the dangers im in
Trying to stay away from that whole bottle of gin
In the corner
Facilitate my anxieties
Show me your all just sheep
Flocking to litterature like the bowls of soup attract the meak
Im not a person here.
None of you really care
Are you even self aware
Do you know That even though its poetry
Theres a person there?
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
EARGASM > ******
Sex's every overstated play: overrated...
Buckethead's every understated play: underrated!
Buckethead's insatiable music is never on period.
Happy that I exist in his period
Grateful that he exists, period!
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
Spring came quickly and
Ended abruptly.
Summer came sweaty and hot.
Autumn winds blew the leaves from the trees and
By the time Winter came, we forgot.
Spring came quickly and ended abruptly.
But it will come again.
Birth and growth and hope and dreams
Learning to live in a freshly made joyous world with
Only the overstated problems of the youth, and
None of the fears of the aged.
Curiosity and wonder and eternal rebirth.
Summer came sweaty and hot.
Long hours of hard labor.
Work and growth and goals and dreams
Chasing elusive, sometimes irresponsible goals often
At the expense of happiness and contentment.
Adrenalin filled days and nights
Peaks and valleys and elastic resolve.
Autumn winds blew the leaves from the trees.
Exposing naked branches,
And squirrel’s nests abandoned by the owners who are
Preparing for the months ahead
Without understanding why.
Others, with lessor goals, content and
Ever resting.
By the time Winter came we forgot.
It arrives too soon.
Memories of growth and hope and regrets
Realizing the fears of the aged have arrived and
Will never leave.
Understanding that Seasons change and
In Winter, life on earth recedes.
Spring came quickly and ended abruptly.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
staying stationary with my window on this world
as travelers with their treasure troves
carry on casual conversations
with passing strangers perched on stools
in meeting places of fabricated intimacy
where one's life story is the only unattended baggage
left behind
with the self they are trying to shed
and the self they want you to believe them to be
every story becomes glossed with a sheen
of overstated oppulence
as the everyday becomes epic
and the mundane larger than life
as lies, like departure times slip easily
behind tired eyes and rumpled clothing
what is the distinction
between worldly
and world weary
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
Nobody can define me
There are no words that can accurately describe me
I am my own being
No one else's experience shares the same meaning
Therefore, life is complicated
And your opinions are overstated
They bring you to insult your own existence
Causing you to become your own hinderance
I know the thought of thinking is intimidating
But you must do so before you begin stating
Meaning must be developed and formed
Old beliefs must be adorned
To share ideas in the future, as in the past
Communication belongs to the creative and steadfast
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester,
Today everything
Is ******
There’s no subtlety
It’s all overstated
Some love it
While others hate it
Others yet
Like to debate it
Is it heaven
Or is it hell
Nowadays
It’s hard to tell
Everyone’s
Under Shaytan’s spell
It’s very clear
All isn’t well
Some celebrate
While others disparage
The mere notion of
Gay marriage
They just want
What you and me
Take for granted
Don’t you see
Is it heaven
Or is it hell
Nowadays
It’s hard to tell
Everyone’s
Under Shaytan’s spell
It’s very clear
All isn’t well
Now transgenders
Have made the call
For the right to go
Into any stall
Some tend to stumble
While others fall
They find the issue
An order too tall
Is it heaven
Or is it hell
Nowadays
It’s hard to tell
Everyone’s
Under Shaytan’s spell
It’s very clear
All isn’t well
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
Slapped into the restraints
of a blissful romance
literally captured by love
Respectfully overstated
but never under diminished
feelings of lasting amore
Sentenced to life without
possibility of separation
unity is bonded forever.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
The importance of our proper
attitude can’t be overstated;
are we, blessed children or a
sad bunch of spectral paupers,
unable to see our identity in
Christ? Do we understand, what
it means to be… humbled? Are
we, naively carrying our sins,
to justify our sense of guilt?
Are we willing to repent and
turn away from our wickedness?
Or do we prefer the soft silt
of Death… to cover our bones?
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
When the plainsong did ring, heavenly darling, and was in its infancy, while yet in young Tuscany the angels did sing, sing of mortal passions round the immortal ring, ring of the Muse's mind so magical... Celebrating, quivering, wondering, raging; and then possessed by slow degrees, they felt the world's undoing -and then its rebirth in so doing. These minds of which I speak, feel the glow now of all lesser beings, beings aroused, refined, intoxicated: till once, when all were filled to brimming with fury and inspiration, from each supporting pillar these angels drew mortal breath, so bated, wherewithal Chaos ruled the night. Yes, Chaos ruled the night -it cannot be overstated!
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Alone on a speck
Paradise is overstated
You cannot kiss sand
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Sometimes all these words and thoughts,
Of joy and love and rage,
They fill my head to bursting,
And then spill across the page,
I write for pleasure, I write for need,
I write for a release,
I write to show you how I feel,
I write to gain some peace,
Sometimes I'll spend many days,
On unresponsive verse,
Before giving in and mourning,
As it leaves by way of hearse,
And other times I barely think,
As my pen darts to and fro,
And poetry is simply formed,
The words they sometimes flow,
This poem contains no joy or loss,
This poem is simply seeks,
To explain to you just why I write,
Where others simply speak,
I'm a poet of necessity,
A creature of the ink,
I need to write, it fuels me more,
Than food or sleep or drink,
So these verses are my prison,
And my savior too,
This might seem overstated,
But I know this much is true,
So when I feel the familiar urge,
I'll still reach for my pen,
And record my thoughts and feelings,
Time and time again,
I write for pleasure, I write for need,
I write for a release,
I write to show you how I feel,
I write to gain some peace.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
I have been stupid for the past week
But you could've saw past everything
Thinking about this TV shows
I need you to just forget everything
Hold us anyway we don't care anymore
You should know better
Next time we will last better
Writing all those letters
Was a waste of precious time
I could have went flying
Instead dying over the things you did
Baby I love you but just need you to forget about everything
I need you to just forget everything
Hold us anyway we don't care anymore
You should know better
Letting go
Some people just can't show
Something you can gloat
I have to be gentle about this
Fists seem overrated
Overstated your troubles
I have been stupid for the past week
But you could've saw past everything
Talking about those TV hoes
I need you to just forget everything
Hold us anyway we don't care anymore
You should do better
Baby I need you to forget about everything
Forget about the situation
Forget about the intended
Forget about the future
Forget about everything
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
OutDated
Overstated
Degraded
Invaded
Wasted
Hated
Paraded
Jaded
And Lame
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
The war in Ukraine
Has turned sour
And it’s gettin’ dire
By the hour
Putin must not
Remain in power
Because his demeanor
Is very dour
The war in Ukraine
Has reached a stalemate
Buttressed by Putin’s
Unique brand of hate
See his endgame
Is hard to calculate
And the bombs that he drops
Changes everyone’s fate
The war in Ukraine
I sincerely fear
Will not be limited
Nor will it stop there
And threats of nukes
Gives us quite a scare
For those wolf tickets
We need to prepare
The war in Ukraine
Has demonstrated
That “Vad The Destroyer”
Has miscalculated
The resistance he’s met
Was not anticipated
And that salient fact
Can’t be overstated
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC
A coastal drifter wandering the lonely shores
Where golden grain meets delicate foam
Where Land's mouth opens to painted crimson
They know not of the mountains beyond
Yet reminisce of those unseen giants
A hillside settler tending to rocky terrain
Where eyes can't pierce the blankets of earth and cloud
Where the sky seems not above, but consuming around
They know not of distant Sea
Yet contemplate the vast expanses of royal waves
Tiresome is overstated beauty
So both cut their roots
To seek what they do not know
To endure the pains that called
They meet on a bridge
Halted by the sight of another astray
Only to find themselves where they started
The ocean rose to a stretch of landscape and sky
And the hills sunk to bellowing floods
We never truly meet
We merely remember
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
At first, at first, far better than worse
You are my companions
at twilights burst, contract, converse...
--the universe expanded
I've only quoted misquotations
Overstated consternations
We are each a cosmic notion
We are breached on beached like oceans
We are constant, never settled
Ever honest, oddly nestled
Curled in fetal fraught positions
Fatal fallen thought magicians
And yet we friends will fail and falter
Hail the rails or tread like water
Rising up from fashions forming
Passioned weathered sails a'storming
Stayed we gather boards and anchor
Shelter ores we share the danger
So on and on till last we shore
Fond in battle, forged in war
Forced to vision future wonder
--What are we expanding under
To each one sharing each is golden
Treasure daring, bond and bolden
Older still and wiser daring
Tied and spilled and error fairing
Pulled together stay the stronger
Stranger in and lost no longer
But long for hope and bow unbent
And sail eternal with us, with friends
and ending onward daylight bursts
--We are each a universe
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
i care about you
more than i can put into words
and it's awful
knowing i am no longer yours
but i'll keep writing ****** poems
and smiling when i see you
because deep down inside
i still hope you miss me too
because you seem to solve all my problems
but their problems that you've created
so i am forever confused
thinking this love is overstated
s.s
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC