"overstepping" poems
Peoples’ lives are dying in consistency;
Greed in their pedestal has corrupted this world’s societies.
A fruitful opportunity, a gold rush was encountered!
Underlying the main ambition of many unfortunate ambitious desires.
Persistently seeking an object of materiality,
Children have become contracted to labor endlessly till mortality.
The corporate pose has overshadowed humanity,
Predetermining existence through living in a vision of obscurity.
Freedom has evolved in many attaining their dreams,
Yet, failing to realize their limits in overstepping boundaries.
Morality has been compromised to new opportunities.
Ultimately, corrupting one’s essence in living spiritually.
We have eluded to perceive the subtle communication they have established you see.
Projecting honesty while planting a seed, they enrich themselves invulnerably.
Enabled through the loophole of ignorance attracted by social mediocrity,
Revealing a battle between each other secretly disguised as insecurity.
Asking how do I seek success, freedom, and happiness endlessly.
Indubitably, the answer relies inside, secreting awareness internally.
Discovering that the war begins within may end the violence indeed.
Extinguishing eternal destruction of the world through peace and harmony.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
When I can't recognise who I am
When I can no longer keep up the show
and I break down in my pretence,
Don't let me go.
When I push you away
And tell you I don't need you anymore
Show me your anger
But don't let me go.
I'll scream out my silence
And peak when I'm low
But when I'm in my ditch
Don't let me go
I'll say I love the height
But I'm afraid to look below
Don't let me take the fall
Don't let me go.
When I don't know my own mind
And make my lies come true
I know the one thing I'll do
Is hold on to you
Maybe it's a lot to ask for
Maybe I'm overstepping here
But just believe in me
When things aren't that clear
I'm sorry for the words I said
Your hurt is their echo
But I hope and hope that through everything
You won't let me go.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
We as the United States generate hate
by overstepping our bounds
moving our military into other nations
The real root cause to drill oil in the ground
Cause we need oil to move
our economy - so we ignore
other countries rights to autonomy
Because we're America bringing freedom
to the world - yes please understand
We'll help out Libya and Iraq but
not Rwanda or Sudan - its the American plan -
We bring freedom if you've got something for us
So please adore us, give us
your natural resources - then we'll
destroy your country and be its only
recourse - we use force to get
what we need even if it means
making more die and bleed -
so cut the real TV feed and let
the American media propaganda proceed
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
drunk kissing blurry faces under neon lights
i'm sorry that your party had to end with a fight
but that creep was overstepping everywhere tonight
after sharing reservations about people getting high
your friend won't stop asking for my marly lights
these cigs for aesthetics are going to ruin our lives
debrief time: your parents argue, divorce is in sight
romance is everywhere, you're convinced that i'm blind
hey, out of curiosity, have you ever wished on a satellite?
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
“You must taste your words before you speak”
She said, with the sweetest smile
Always consider the feelings of those around you
Let them rest on your tongue awhile
Do not be so quick to claim your bitter offenses
When others behave annoyingly
The truth is, you may be being too sensitive
She said, looking straight at me
There are some who are forceful and opinionated
With powerfully strong personalities
Do not ever let them mistreat you, protect yourself
Using your wisdom of tact, gracefully
Some will walk the line between being assertive
And overstepping their bounds
If you will deal with them using your softest nature
The rewards you reap are better, I’ve found
*For Linda
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 6:05 PM UTC
SEEDS GLIDE AS YOU BLOW
ON THE SOFT HELD UNIVERSE;
DANDELIONS GROW
EACH AN EASY VERSE,
BUT LOVE IS HARD. TO PLANT WEEDS
TAKES YOUR BREATH – NO WORDS.
LOVE PARACHUTES SEEDS
SPREAD ABOUT ALL – NO BEES, BIRDS;
SOME LOVE IS QUICK LUST.
LOVE IS HARD AND RARE
TO CULTIVATE, WITHSTAND DUST
A FLOWER NEEDS CARE.
The ease of lustful apathy takes breath,
but cultivated love is overstepping death.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC
While I sit and wait for a job I think why isn't anything
coming for me yet? Is it because of my qualifications, or is it the
great depression of 2010? What is it that is making me frustrated?
Is it the fact that I was beaten by a better canadiate? Or am I overstepping my qualifications? Whatever it is, I am frustrated right now.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 12:29 PM UTC
You're transparent, I'm illuminated
By your body, striking me dead
I was tempted, and I'm washed away
By some evil plans, without astray
Seeing you as a reward, making things all right
But you drained away my inner safe light
A simple stream, a water flow
A threat for my bloodstream, it's burning low
With its fake formation of devil
The water transformed and made it reveal
Like an appearance of a human being
The darkness will begin to strum the string
She's a mistress, came up and greet
I can notice abnormality in her dorsal teeth
Its a fang, used to bite me back
She always declares a silent attack
Speaking with a husky voice I desire
But her deformity was like a face on a fire
Overstepping her bounds that made doors shut
Making it spoil, leaving a heaven's cut
What can I do now?
I'm in between that water and my blood
The blood that forever be the same
The water that will always drag me insane
It's a brute energy that wraps around my neck
I'm tightly forced, I beheld the wreck
Aggressive attitude that can crumble well
Nearly I can feel the ambiance of the hell
I pray. I'm sorry for messing up
I'm escaping. forcing these vines to unwrap
I realize even fire-proof can be burned
Now I cast my full heart to return
Back from a pure white canvass
Removing all bad elements from the past
I will wash away this water goddess in my mind
From now on, I will switch it off behind
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 9:55 AM UTC
*I loved of milk stains from overflowed cereal bowls,
like too much love was the problem with you and I,
and not that you didn't grab a bigger bowl,
for all the love I wanted to pour out.
but like stains they fade away,
into backgrounds becoming nothings,
of somethings,
that were all once one thing,
worth the energy of the other side of what used to be,
but not everyone gets to be blown away by you,
others will do away with you,
leaving you.
to fade into the tables and become one,
you look at what you once had,
new milk fills the bowl never overstepping in things of love,
overspilling the love,
like you did,
and you'd cry if you weren't dried out.
and you look,
at what happiness they both have,
something you wished to of haved for the both of you,
and it tears your heart in two,
and you may cry on the inside,
but find it in your mind
that your heart may be broken,
but you need to let them fly,
and love,
for you couldn't love right,
and in that moment,
you shut your little milk stained eyes,
the right way to die,
is with tears of forgiveness,
and to remember and move on from the past,
and as you release a single dried out tear,
all of you fade into the background as if you were never there,
leaving no trace,
but your single dried out milk stain tear,*
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Titans clashing
In writing classes
Sessions
To profess progression
Or
Progress to professions
Blessings
Brought through the lessons
Learned
In College
A student as truant
As undeserved triumph
In the form
Of a form
That says what he’s worth
Diplomas
Handed out
To show
You’re on the road
To success
The rest are asked
The ultimate question
Of “Why not?”
Embarking on the quest
When the ultimatum
Is failure
Fail lures in
Those with no ambition
Men *******
About getting papers
To show worth
Working with no
Apparent purpose
Versus
Being apparently worthless
Pairing the two
Against the view
Of a *****
Who stares at the moon
And gives a ****
About the bull
The one
Whose wit
Could split
The tightest knit
Brain
And undue the sutures
Of skulls
To undue
Their mundane
View of success
The *****
Who calls himself
A *****
With more pride
Than Aryans
Carrying his opinion
Higher
Than the mass vision
Just to show
How low
They truly are
Arrogantly ignorant
Ignore rants
Of others
And smother them
With the truth
Of knowing nothing
And understands
They’ll never understand
Overstepping the boundaries
Without
Diplomatic immunity
Yet immune
To the qualities
Of the Hippocratic views
And sees
To seize the future
You must
Tackle the present problems
You must blitz
To get you’re quarter back
If you want
To make a change
And sport all the qualities
That seem to them
Strange
Deranged
In the range
Of misunderstandings
The illusion of progress
For humans
Are usually
Said in words
And never
Set in stone
So I will throw
Sticks and stone
The stupidity that’s grown
Words hurt
But actions hurt worser
For example:
Worser
Isn’t a word
Until I worsen the
Worst situation
I’m waiting
For my chance
To blow up
So I can dumb down
Your intelligence
And smarting up
Your ignorance
If you can’t understand
You’re either too smart
Or too **** ignorant
If you’re offended
Then you’re opinion is unneeded
Because the truth
Will tear your *** to pieces
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I keep
falling into love
and walking into walls
tripping over boundaries
and overstepping limits
I guess the only thing
you left me
was a diminished
sense of space.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
we know how those doctors about to retire type:
index punch, index punch, left hook index tap,
brawler's right kiss index tap -
thumbs are for the spacebar!
but this little oddity got me thinking: i can tell
you that my grandfather had beautiful handwriting,
and a massive library, and all of this... under
a communist regime... more books than
the modern capitalist household, let me tell you -
oddly enough i followed suit, never truly recognised
my father aged eight at victoria coach station -
4 - 8 under my grandfather's construct -
6 - 8 psyche of a child given a doberman by
his mother and left, upon return asking
for a devil's mask in warsaw, the same devil
mask a furore at a fancy dress party in school
ripped by friends all wanting the share of
suffocating under plastic.
but this got me thinking, i never had the
proper handwriting fluidity for an A grade in
english during examination, that's always a grade
more than anything you put your mind to
in terms of content. so... on handwriting fluidity:
omega alpha beta flows nice, because the greeks
managed to convene that letters had to
have names, no wonder the export of greek lettering
into mathematics and science...
imagine if it was the romanic letters:
that's *** arr squared: peeing on the arc of triumph
seeing sqaures?! bonaparte with a bunch of pirates?!
no! πr2, the area of the ****** circle!
never mind that, that's just me overstepping
the giggles, but i think because of the non-complex
denotation of the romanic letters we have terrible
handwriting, just like it sounds, punched in by dyslexic
judy separately: look - a' b'e c'e d'e e' z'ed.
no wonder the alphabet turned to programming
and cyborg fancies - plus it's no fun trying to remember
alpha bravo charlie... i mean, it's a bit **** that nato
phonetic ******** over the phone: oscar v. ω?
ω! romeo v. ρ? ρ! sierra v. σ? σ! let's face it, greek
too ancient and romanic trying to speed up... no wonder
there's a bit of charlie and the x-ray;
or maybe this whole phoneticism is a way to say -
keep that ugly so we can lego it into beautiful stances
of the fencing tongue.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
They won’t just touch my soul and set me free
Eagerly will open the deepest of wounds and fest on my worst fears
Harshly undress my faith and crush my hope
Victoriously laugh to celebrate my doom
Bleed me red to suffer in dry tears
Waltz with my ghost to slowly scatter my temple
Taunt to enliven my mistakes
Proudly glorifying my shames
Only to win a soul that has been defeated
I sense them overstepping my shadow
The monsters catching up with my heart and mind
Will I score the final touchdown or will they devour me whole
Touch so contagious
The poison burns running wild in my veins
Won’t be long for when I am all at once taken away
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
A comprehensive list
Of things that people don't say to me
Don't say to her, fat girl
Don't say to her, dumb ****
Don't say.
"You're not that fat"
"You don't need to diet"
"Have you eaten today?"
"Are you making yourself throw up?"
"Are you bulimic?"
"Are you feeling okay?"
"I believe that he assaulted you."
So every day I put on a new mask
Made of lavender soap and my own blood
That I continually drain out of my body
Onto a sheet of paper
Onto a slate of stone
Write it on my skin.
Because every day,
A new version of myself comes to dinner
Will it be the quiet, gentle Sarah who is too far too boring
But well behaved
Or will it be the loud, driven Sarah
Overstepping boundaries is her favorite passion
Doing things the wrong way is as natural to her as breathing
And then she scratches a list of things she has heard
A few times too often onto her wrist
"Fat *****
"Waste of space."
"No one will ever love you."
**** yourself."
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
That poor man, look at him sat there
On his own, shopping for one, no friends or love, bound for life in that hideous wheelchair
Do I talk for him or would that be a sin
It's the modern world, he does as he wants, his decision to be here, I'll leave it down to him
He looks up, can he reach that product, think I'd better go over and help
Can I assist you sir, shall I pass it to you or can you easily get it for yourself
Was this wrong as he sits now in silence, overstepping a mark of just plain goodwill
He looks up at me, a smirk of delight, and relief drains from me like the bitterest pill
Thank you young lady, as I hate to sometimes ask
As to you of course, it seems the simplest of tasks
Because this is not as it's always been, the paraplegic position of that poor individual
Fancy a chat, a coffee in the cafe, and I will tell you the story of how I became so crippled
A state of empowerment now downtrodden, as the view becomes less clear
It’s hard to tell in the blink of an eye, of a life we all so fear
Explanations, requirements, everyday necessities and drugs on a weekly prescription
I could bore you for hours of this tedious droll, but those things become an addiction
So as you can see, I’m not that wee poor man just looking lost in the supermarket
I have a life, I have a heart, I just can’t find a way to prove it
For I am a regular man, now operating in turmoil
As I have already put into the title
This para, really is normal
JJB
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
He once told me
he wanted to swim
in the chocolate of my eyes,
Hershey kisses he fed me
milked with flattering lies.
a week before Valentine's day
I refused to give him his way
he had enough of my hazelnut skin
threatening for us to be over,
voting for us to end.
overstepping his boundaries
he knew he had tripped
and as honey drips
this honey dipped.
I fulfilled his dark fears
but now I plead for him with mercy
to wipe away
my lonely muddy tears.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
overstepping boundaries and
drinking caffeine,
pretending not to fade
away and slip into something a little more comfortable,
like the vapor escaping from my mouth as it hides
amongst the steam rising from the kitchens
and blends with the blue and my eyes
watch with wishes and wants
a smoke break well appreciated,
but I leave all the more
weary
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
I lined my waist with numbers;
I would waste my time
calculating endless sums
for my basic needs.
There would be fines for
overstepping boundaries –
a scaling back of
my supposed sense of greed.
Once upon a time,
I timed my pain with numbers;
Making sure I met
my set target every day;
for a balance had
to be closely kept
between input and output –
red flags would be raised
If I went into the black.
Once upon a time,
I was defined by numbers;
My life resigned to
mathematical strategies.
Now I understand
though I am not a number,
and I do not add up; yet
I count just because
I am me
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
This day in history
240 years ago
Subjects to a king
Finally to him said "No!"
A shot rang out
A shot that was heard worldwide
As worlds old and new
Did violently collide
Much blood was shed
Many lives were lost
But America won indepenence
Learning liberty's true cost
Fast forward to today
Tyranny once again rears it's head
In the form of a government
A nanny state from birth 'til we're dead
Overstepping it's authority
The Constitution to ignore
Trampling the freedoms and libertys
Many of us claim to adore
It takes the blood of tyrants and patriots
To water liberty's tree
That was a word advice
From one of the founders, to you and me
I hope that's not the case
But history, truly does repeat
But like the minutemen of old
We must be ready to rise up on our feet
To protect and defend
That which we hold dear
To stand against tyranny
Facing death without fear
We've been given a gift
That came with great cost
And it is solely up to us
If that gift is kept or is lost
It was only III%
That did it back then
A determined III% of us now
Could do it again
What is freedom worth?
What in exchange for liberty will we take?
My friends that's a decision
We all must make
"Give me liberty, or give me death"
Was 240 years ago the cry
I was born a free man
And a free man I am determined to die.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Is working to lessen pain,
like working for pleasure?
Is working to lessen grief,
like working for happiness?
And, where exactly was the line?
It can´t be that far behind.
At least I don´t remember
ever stepping over it.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I'm sorry for confusing you so,
Trying to restate what we both already know,
I did hesitate,
Now I must contemplate,
In an inwards form that I can't show.
I'm sorry for muddling your mind,
Overstepping the role I'm assigned,
But you know you're my friend,
A bond that can't end,
Because I can't ever leave you behind.
I'm sorry for jumping the start,
For causing a reason to part,
I'm sorry for jumping the gun,
Leaving you to run,
And being an ephemeral part of your heart.
I'm sorry for acting so rude,
For not stopping even when I was cued,
And even though this list,
Is not full of my mistakes that exist,
Here is where my apology must conclude.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
If I am ever anything
I was never to be the man who walks away
Everyone else seem to do so
But I'm the only one left in the line that was on the chopping block
And stayed until the end
I have my pride and my dignity
I think that's the strongest thing
No matter how bad I mess up
I hold my head up high
Trying to coordinate a way to fix the discrepancies that were there
Most people wouldn't care
But I give it my all
I will break this fall
Over and Over again
Don't count me out
Just count me in
I like numbers that penertrate my brain
Like they did before
Don't worry
No more grudges from this heart
Just help given when you've fallen apart
I'm not wasting my time being the same
I'm not doing it for a hot minute of fame
I know what its like to be formerly lame
So I made the cut now
And I'm giving the upcoming ones as much as a chance as the wiser few did when I was young and aimless
They're my motivation now
I hope I can duplicate this notion
Causing so much commotion
That you wake up from your coma
My words should be gradually uplifting, taking it in like meslotheioma
But I heal instead of ravage
Sometimes I get a hit savage
Only when I'm fed up with someone overstepping their boundaries or crossing the line
Or just when I'm upset and flustered
Then that case the fault is mine
Join me this time
Let's look at the Stars
Let's not think too far
Tonight
Drinks on plastic cups are on me
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
Haven’t you knuckle heads ever heard of that old saying “You reap what you sow?”
Well, I find that statement presents more than a handful of truth
Every one of you validate it every day
Always bringing your misery through the door and taking it out on others
You don’t make enough money in tips or the customer’s orders are too fancy, indecisive, or extensive
Then you turn around and bully other co-workers
coughing up lies about their job performances to compensate for your own securities about the performance of your own
as well as telling other co-workers “We can make your job harder for you.”
***** you can’t, won’t and aren’t going to do anything to make my job harder for me
The fact that I have to work along side you is enough to make any worker’s job harder than it already is.
Plus you are always overstepping personal boundaries
talking about what somebody’s mother should have done.
You’re in no place to provide commentary on any person’s childhood parenting.
Focus on avoiding converting that to reality.
P.S. **** You!
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
tomorrow is my mother's birthday
and i can't remember the last time
we spoke about much more
than what i'm doing for a living
or how the weather has been
or when i'm quitting smoking
or collecting tattoos on body
or getting a real job
so it doesn't seem appropriate to call
and wish her a happy birthday
when i haven't been in her life
as she hasn't in mine
her contact name has been
KATHLEEN
ever since i was eighteen
our distance isn't anything new
but it feels heavier this time around
that weight is getting harder to carry
life is getting so weird
and i hate to disappoint her
but i have been disappointing myself
for far too long
living in the shadows of those
claiming to be
wiser
smarter
luckier
successful
stability is not a desk job
finding myself does not include
her telling me to sit down
i refuse to stay still
honesty is not easy
living is not easy
happiness is not easy
love is not easy
i can't continue
being torn apart
by her judgment
overstepping boundaries
letting her break my heart
is not a good birthday gift
so maybe i'll call her
but i probably won't
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
Overstepping the limit
The line once drawn by
The enmeshment of all familiar faces
Conditionally loving their reflection
In my face
The pain of falling
Of being alone in the dark is so
Overwhelmingly tangible
But ones who dare
Ones who soar high
And fiercely live
Fall into themselves
Willingly
Off the cliff of familiar
And into the unknown
But deeply felt
Light
Of creative release
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC