"paradoxed" poems
I must take note,
of how the people lie,
their dastardly twists and turns,
their shifting and conflicting emotions,
spiraling out of C O N T R O L,
their faces grim, as the enigma is made,
they paradoxed their words and actions, and all I,
and all I am for, it a laughter under my mask.
I must take note,
for if I don't, I won't be able to detect a group's actions,
they could cause the destruction of my dynasty,
I had set up in my mind,
I deliberately made a world of hope for those who need it,
I who is king, I who is God,
I, who is the only citizen,
they must not find out, and corrupt it,
for I will go hysterical.
I must take note,
of the weather,
what makes the spherical mass in space,
and the biodiversity in it continue to go forward,
for the blades of grass that cut me like a knife,
or the indifference of the flowers lovers give to us,
or the emotions, the physical strain,
that is made within the weather,
how my bones ache in the sun,
and how my emotions contrast in the rain.
I must take not,
or I shall parish,
or I shall meet my demise,
whether it be at the hands of the blades of grass,
or the conspiracies made from the liars,
or the people,
for I will meet my expiry,
the storybooks have told me so.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
I am paradoxical;
an oxymoronic anomaly.
all my nightmares are made
of daylight,
but I’ll still sleep to escape
the darkness.
I am paradoxical;
an absurd abnormality.
it’s a chaotic peace,
loud with it’s bated breath
and bittersweet ring.
I am paradoxical;
an irregular oddity.
my counterparts are contradictory,
and I change to chance
the possibility
that opposites attract.
and we’re all just paradoxed;
argumentative attractions.
there’s no stopping at the end,
when the sun is low
in the soft red sky.
where my nightmares are made
of daylight,
but I’ll still sleep to escape
the darkness.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
I must take note,
of how the people lie,
their dastardly twists and turns,
their shifting and conflicting emotions,
spiraling out of C O N T R O L,
their faces grim, as the enigma is made,
they paradoxed their words and actions, and all I,
and all I am for, it a laughter under my mask.
I must take note,
for if I don't, I won't be able to detect a group's actions,
they could cause the destruction of my dynasty,
I had set up in my mind,
I deliberately made a world of hope for those who need it,
I who is king, I who is God,
I, who is the only citizen,
they must not find out, and corrupt it,
for I will go hysterical.
I must take note,
of the weather,
what makes the spherical mass in space,
and the biodiversity in it continue to go forward,
for the blades of grass that cut me like a knife,
or the indifference of the flowers lovers give to us,
or the emotions, the physical strain,
that is made within the weather,
how my bones ache in the sun,
and how my emotions contrast in the rain.
I must take note,
or I shall parish,
or I shall meet my demise,
whether it be at the hands of the blades of grass,
or the conspiracies made from the liars,
or the people,
for I will meet my expiry,
the storybooks have told me so.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
Elixir of liquefied malevolence,
Manifestation drowns your paradoxed spirit. Orbs of pure solar white lights try to penetrate, but darken desires engulf the sanctity of all once was a sanctuary to a blessed being.
This,This! Corrupted soul yearns for once made it a heavenly sage.
The plunge it has taken weakens the very core of all Angelic beings it once centuries ago had been.
Falling ,sentenced to be a Dammed Angel for not speaking, choosing to stay.
Wishing to return, wallowing to be a Magnificent white winged spirit once again.
But at last it will never be.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Ameliorate me
Ambience of high nod
No fortuitous meanings
Landslides of alien snod,
Furtive ways
Are all to many
I seeketh a day
A fullness
Of plenty
Futile romantics
In frugal pinch
Judicious tis they are
Worldly *****
Juxtapose notepads
Yet different touchstones
Tentative beasts
Prowl no homes
Terse one shalt be
With all affection
Guns given as presents
Slave turned more peasant
Tirades of clownery
Winery's fail
Hidden like documents
Heart impaled
Corroborate manifest
Wilt shine its light
They've lost their path
All in fright
Arbiter's come bountifully
Devils dance
They've forgotten the ways
Of sweet romance
Inherent to pleasures
Instead of others
Lost all kinship
Sister and brother
Paradoxed discourse
Spoken on route
They forgot the lonely beggar
Prodical sons in doubt
Polemic they'll be
In times unfortune
Burning with lust
Lost to distortion
Forbear thou shalt do
Wherein thy ruins won't topple
Genres of permeating growth
Diseased muffles!!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Where is the palliation? Parochial visions of blank t.v's fuzzed by all Excruciation!
Paradigms of paradoxed love all come around secretly, yet I see them in plain sight. Panacea night's broken to hot bedded springs, parsimonious money launderer's pocket's grow, while children die to sing!!!
The paucity of romancers so pensive to me, perennial, bicentennial blows strong onto every sneeze...
A perfidy of things so strange, word's of slang, to ghetto walls of brick!!! Eye's glued, bomb's on the move with shells from mistakened and sick....
Why so many pojoritive scholar's I ask? Ties to their neck's, with shutgun shells ready to blast....
Perjury of judges, to Schemer's and dreamer's of pernicious luggage....
Where can I find such one who won't make me their perquisite? One to replenish me,
One who shall satisfy me whole as I them!!!!!!!
To an ancient beautiful feast!!!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC