"peaces" poems
in the pleasure of discovering
words rhymes rhythms
i'm a gluttonous poet.
day and night
bite of my growing appetite
makes me sink low
i don't notice
broken pieces
shattered peaces
around me
i breathe in writing
eat and drink
poetry
crazed obsessed stressed
my poetry
like any other debauchery
is an escape ride
someplace to hide
i'm a poet
subservient
to the pleasures of words rhymes rhythms.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
he gulps me into peaces
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led to his bed.
eyes kissed and asked to
come and go to where I
dream and imagine
but do not think.
he gulps me into pieces.
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god.
and when he sees I am at last
in peaceful,
speaks.
god could but desires not to answer
all who call out to him.
thus the human was invented:
an imperfect messenger
a version of his image
that answers you in
pieces of peace
as best as any
human can
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
They are at their breaking point when I'm already broken
Yet I am to be the shoulder to cry on,
The person who makes things all better.
I'm invisible now like so many times when others are more important.
My heart is once again shattered and
I'm left picking up the peaces with ****** tired fingers.
It's not fare but they don't seem to care.
Tired of crying, I want to scream!
If only they could see I'm hurting,
maybe I wouldn't be
invisible any more.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
me and gaming
I sit down the hard day of work and lead is behind me now. Sit in my throne and grab my controller. I get on the war zone with my gun in my hand 20 vs 1
I put my mic on. the rules to the game 1 life 20 vs 20 error players lost. Just what i was hoping for.
"There are 20 of you, and only one of me yo... ""
"you gonna give up noob?"
"You didn't let me finish, you should've brought more players."
Then the blood bath starts as bullets and bolts fly past my head in a symphony of violence
and in the slit second when the strings break and they must replace them I emerge from my cover “one shot one **** thats all you got” not time to waste I run and gun taken 'em out with a head shot. Only got five its time to reload. next I hear a tic but no tok look to my left and what do I see glowing blue light slowly creeping towards me no i can’t be. I make a run for it straight for a cave with my heart racing next to me, cant find the others stating to get scared. wait up there guess who I see a ******* ****** waiting for me. he has yet to see me so lets take advantage of this. I take out my pistol aim for the guy and let his brains reach for the sky. but do to my carelessness I step on the only mine and it was game over. I bow my head in shame look at my screen and think.
well off to Minecraft.
were the everything is a block and I’m a king and control my destiny and by a swing of my hand I can destroy and break anything i wish but also with that swing I can create build and make master peaces. And as I’m claiming the Hill Of Sorrow where my hell lives I take a leap of faith and dive straight into the belly of the beast with my sword in hand and armor that shines with the wrath of one thousand white hot blinding suns of hateful furry. all i wish is one thing to get my **** back from last time i was here. I charge and get my left foot wet or should i see get it set on fire because of the lava river i missed.......FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
well off to soul caliber.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
I never chose to be heartless
My heart broke, I just couldn't keep the peaces
I Never thought anyone could ever mend it
To myself I thought "what's the use of keeping something broken?"
I lost hope..... My mind was filled with hatred, I turned into a lier, a busted ,a **** ,a hypocrite, a traitor you name it... Just to get my revenge ,everyone was a victim I just didn't care, I knew I wasn't fair But it eased the pain When you and I met ,no lie I got your name. On the list too But you were different,you got me patient,got rid of the fatuous me.... Then you gave me your heart ,gave me Hope, taught me how to love Without knowing I was deeply falling for you My heart grew fonder,started caring ,feeling,loving..... couldn't believe it Thought my mind was playing tricks on me It wasn't I was in love once again.........
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water, I never miss
The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day
Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray.
Hence the only prime
And real love-rhyme
That I know by heart,
And that leaves no smart,
Is the purl of a little valley fall
About three spans wide and two spans tall
Over a table of solid rock,
And into a scoop of the self-same block;
The purl of a runlet that never ceases
In stir of kingdoms, in wars, in peaces;
With a hollow boiling voice it speaks
And has spoken since hills were turfless peaks.’
‘And why gives this the only prime
Idea to you of a real love-rhyme?
And why does plunging your arm in a bowl
Full of spring water, bring throbs to your soul?’
‘Well, under the fall, in a crease of the stone,
Though precisely where none ever has known,
Jammed darkly, nothing to show how prized,
And by now with its smoothness opalized,
Is a grinking glass:
For, down that pass
My lover and I
Walked under a sky
Of blue with a leaf-wove awning of green,
In the burn of August, to paint the scene,
And we placed our basket of fruit and wine
By the runlet’s rim, where we sat to dine;
And when we had drunk from the glass together,
Arched by the oak-copse from the weather,
I held the vessel to rinse in the fall,
Where it slipped, and it sank, and was past recall,
Though we stooped and plumbed the little abyss
With long bared arms. There the glass still is.
And, as said, if I ****** my arm below
Cold water in a basin or bowl, a throe
From the past awakens a sense of that time,
And the glass we used, and the cascade’s rhyme.
The basin seems the pool, and its edge
The hard smooth face of the brook-side ledge,
And the leafy pattern of china-ware
The hanging plants that were bathing there.
‘By night, by day, when it shines or lours,
There lies intact that chalice of ours,
And its presence adds to the rhyme of love
Persistently sung by the fall above.
No lip has touched it since his and mine
In turns therefrom sipped lovers’ wine.’
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Have we yet captured the schemes of our misfortune
A solace granted to us, picketed by our tedious hangups
Oh lost have we been
Wondering the labyrinths halls
Each time we find our steps take us no further
Our stagger is broken
By a light projecting life outside the hallways walls
While envy flaunts it's final solutions
In loo of a future we are attempting to grasp
Our steps move us further once again
Now, just as forgotten times before
Do I see that the peaces of our scheme
Are collected gradually over time
and my mind is the cage for their housing
The fragments are fluid and known
To our past selves on a distant day
But now I live life again from a stance of their recall
While at the same time tempted
To step back to the labyrinths halls
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
You forget about her
About us
Your sisters
Are we so easily sweep under the rug?
She misses you do you know that?
Asking
"Where is big brother?"
"Where have all his things gone?"
"Is he coming back?"
Oh right
You couldn't possibly know that
You're never around
She is going to be grown up in a blink of an eye
And she will not know you because
You can't be bothered with responsibility
To busy acting entitled I guess
How can you just leave and never look back?
Oh right your living in the moment
Trying to always be "happy"
Stupidly you said you didn't want to be
Responsible for anything
Not your life
Or your choices
Or your future
Let me tell you little brother
happiness
Is not the drug you smoke
Or the bottle you drink
Or the party you
Vaguely remember
I have a question
If not you then who?
Who will be responsible for your
Foolishness
Stupidity
Recklessness?
Bad news for you selfish one
I have the answer and you will not like it
It will be you
That is how life works
One day karma and
All the horrible choices you made will
Come back to give you what you have coming
All these debts will have to be paid in full
Maybe not now, tomorrow, or even the day after that,
But someday
Then what will you do?
Will we remember you?
After you forgot about us
Leaving us in the dust
To pick up all the peaces
You left behind
Will we be bothered
To help you?
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
Plick,
Pluck,
the tiny little strings in my mind.
dancing to a different tune each and every day,
the world plays my songs.
eyes wandering around the room while I play with my thoughts,
like the child I never won't be.
cross-legged and slumped over as the heated droplets dribble down my spine,
and fall from my weary lips,
that which are worn from the words I never got used to saying,
singing the songs of my each and every day,
coalesce the thinkings that have somehow let me dance to where I sit today,
forlorn petals fall from my branches in beautiful pastels, cursed to live in the winding winds.
Aday to each and every day that I sing and prance within my tiny little heart,
washing my pains away.
ill-weighed upon my shoulders,
as yet i dance some more,
beneath the turbid downpours engulfed in shades of red.
i wish't to see the blue,
the green,
the steam, arising from my skin.
narrowly weeping within my little box of horrors i keep by my side,
in remembrance of each and every day i have and will yet shed a tear.
haunted lullabies revel on and on,
each and every day,
i crave the pieces of the peaces i'd once known.
to here,
today,
i shut my eyes,
and into the blackness bursts forth colors i've never seen,
and will never see again.
to see that which i've never seen.
silent shapes shaping away falling through my fields of vision,
and inform themselves to the visions I write today,
so here,
i simply continue,
to plick,
and pluck,
the tiny strings inside my mind,
each,
and every day.
~Robert van Lingen
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
Peace draws itself out...leaving an
informed emptiness in its wake.
As light leaves room for everything...
what is let be, comes to itself.
Peaces draws itself out...leaving an
informed emptiness in its wake--
a flowering beyond namesake.
As anything can be renamed, any
shape altered...light...in peace, transfigures.
Dormancy's wayshowing can not be
filled with anything but itself...peace
beyond body and mind.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Lord,
let me choke on a chocolate bar
or drown in an ocean of honey
that those who grieve my loss may say,
"His passing was tragic - but funny."
Then lay me out in a caramel coffin
with a marshmallow pillow 'neath my head.
Dress me in garments of butterscotch
and I shall eat sugar the days I am dead.
Tuck some toffees into my pocket
plus a few peppermints (for my breath...).
Put a raisinette rosary in my fingers.
I'll sleep in a sweet diabetic death.
When I draw near to the pearly gates,
St. Pete, greet me with Hershey in hand.
Give me my harp and halo of licorice.
I'll enter the promised Candyland.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
silence spoiled by siren songs
passengers in passing cars
create carbon dioxide
mobilized to find peace
consuming peaces from
and of each other
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
I love
You
Don’t care
In-diff-er-ent
Isn't paid
Much attention
In my apartment
We’ll
End-if-her-rent
Isn’t paid
In our
Department
But who cares?
Separation
Doesn't
Always cause pain
And pain
Isn't always
The cause
Of separation
We just
Happened
To drift away
Like
Messages in a bottle
Off the coast
With no intent
Of being found
Our lonely islands
Are crowded
With shadows
Of friends
We forget the darkness
Because at least
We no longer
Burn each other
With our angst
And anger
We remember
Everything
Except rations
Of ourselves
We left
Like t-shirts
And underwear
Tangled
In each others
Laundry
Then throw
Them away
Find them
Another day
in the exact same place
We excavated them
The returnment
Of our undesirables
Show fate’s
Sense of humor
But
Only a stubbornness
Such as ours
Could devour fate
And disavow
The vows
It set out
To make...
We
Will
Never
Be
Again
Never
Again
Will
We
Be
Sums
Up the sum
Of each halves
And the total
Is something
The totaled
Hearts
Can live with...
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Days like these
I feel
Severed
In a million
Peaces
War time
Partitions
Aching to be
Whole
Settling for
Submission
Stripped of a
Soul.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Caterpillar Changes into something thriller
Bees on flowers make sweet honey to devour
Trees and sunshine prompt air through day time
Takes it back by night fall to recycle as a daily role
A predator hunts to survive and only for the sake of staying alive
Every thing that lives or tends to survive has its part in the cycle & a role in life
It's the little peaces of essence, lets not forget its valuable presence
Not to mention its beauty to our eyes, remarkable in disguise
Co-related stripes & pooka dots, art that's hard to spot
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
I woke up in the morning,
When it was storming,
-Then I heard the buds of May,
Rise up from the dead earth,
Giving life of rebirth,
Beneath that sky of gray,
I don't know why I did not hear,
The birds of April Sing,
I thought I heard them once before,
As I sat wondering,
I walked down the stairs then,
Into my kitchen,
Heard the raindrops fiercely fall,
Echoing the house through,
As the thunder then grew,
Sounding throughout my front hall,
I don't know why I stayed that day,
To hear the sounds of spring,
I should have left and gone away,
Instead I sit and sing,
But I know if I stay I can play
Off their flesh cocoon,
The flowers much display,
(I don't know why I did not laugh
before the end of day)
And though I stroll with the spring in my soul,
I can feel the life is beating I am whole,
(The beauty of the world is clear
a ringing of my prayer)
I went up to my window,
Where I heard the wind flow,
Softly brushing at the pane,
The glass began to rattle,
The sentimental-tattle
About the journeys of the rain,
I thought I heard my Mary shout,
To all the buds below,
"Bloom full the colors all about,"
"Through time you'll surely grow,"
With the seasons all changing through time,
Life will surely be to Heaven in its' prime,
(The wisdom of this earth I sing
in all the joy life brings)
For my darling we all have a part,
In the greener peaces of the "mother" heart,
(Lift all the sounds and then rejoice,
pump up your freedom-voice.)
I woke up in the morning,
When it was storming,
-Then I heard the buds of May,
Rise up from the dead earth,
Giving life of rebirth,
Beneath that sky of gray. ©
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Choice is an option
Which one to take is your action
Could be hard to mistake,
You might need a self debate
Which ever wins will be the bate
Like a mystery
Solving its mysterious state
Make sense out of the hate
The rebellion within you
Is your own trouble
Strive for the soul
Its Essence for the struggle
Made out of light
Stronger than muscles
Keeps you pumping with might
Prepares you for a fight
Knocks out peaces of the dark side
Ceases to exist,
Even after your body has faded out of sight
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
Before 23:59 on December 31
I was certain,
About my wasted feelings and hopes.
Love that was meant to be handed to the longing heart,
And not yours was put into waste.
I was certain I had messed it up.
And that was true.
I spent too much time in stagnation and thinking about you
When I wasn't in your thoughts.
I felt happy to leave my broken peaces behind.
And I couldn't ask for more.
My yesterday's meditation cured the little scratches that still ached.
I was revived and drowned into happiness.
I left my silly thoughts behind,
And am happy that you in my mind no more.
And in my own tight arms I am happy.
Today is 20:20 January 1
And I feel liberated from the thoughts of you that captured me with unforgiving claws.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
The idea in mined
fragmented peaces
what is proper
I do knot
no
I daunt
or due
eye
pondering
fail two times
beginning to
fined
per haps
the grate est
struggle is
taiping war
in on or
around spell
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
She faces me,
and I face her,
Dissonance misting the small space between our eyes.
Our understanding,
Our sense.
Peaceful,
but beneath the skin,
The black fangs of rotten desire clench around...
To force back the darkness would be wise,
the odd, clenching pang of want,
just under my tongue.
To not ruin,
to preserve this as it were.
I would **** for such luxury.
Yet still, eyes wander,
shifting to span her up and down,
Eyes map, spanning heartbeats, seconds, millenia,
until that peaces aches within me.
We are balmy happiness no longer.
For happiness is as bitter as the stinging ocean saltwater.
A moment passes.
The air maintains the consistency of clay,
Binding the two.
Yet the hands of anxiety keep a perfect blend from being kneaded.
A moment passes.
A reach, a grasp at any part of one another. To feel, to caress, to intertwine hands as if
python and prey;
All, I find, more adequate alternatives to a denial of the wiles of want.
A moment passes.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Its beautiful all around
Raindrops falling down
Clouds flashing sound
So strong in might
Blessing in sight
A unique sense of presence
There as peaces of essence
Like the wonder of the forest
Or snow as white
Ice cubes filled with water
Systematic order
What tends to bloom
From a seed to a flourishing breed
No one ever could of hoped to meet
Such magnificent art beats
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
It approaches
That's all that matters
It comes ever closer
With a speed that none are clear of
But none can live with out knowing the result
Death is coming
And I feel her hands grasping for my neck
I see her coming
Not a threat
But a promise from reality
She is hear to make the balance
Her presents scatters all
But I wait for her
My life I wish was worth more
But because of my own mind I never allow my self
To clim
To aprouch the heart of my existence
I sat never grasping
As death Grasp for me
She is hear and it's all my falt
I have allowed my life pass me by
Just let the sand seep though my hand
I have forgotten the reson I'm hear
Never venturing
Never gaining
Just waiting for her to come
To clame what is hers
But as she grasp my through she stops
"why do u not fear me"
She said this to my emotionless face
"all Flea befor me and yet you stair at me
As if You could cair less if I came"
"I do not fear you
Since I knew you would come
I do not reglet leveling this place
For I got nothing for me"
She grasped my hand
She looked in my lifeless eyes
Her eyes was not like mine
But the opposite
Thouse eyes showed me what I missed
The crush I alow to flote by
The people I pushed away
She showed me what could of been
That crush becoming more
Her braking my heart
My frainds pick the peaces up
And me continuing my life
"I will be back one day"
She said as her eyes reflected what I could be
But not because of you
I will come for what you owe
But not now"
She left me
My complete oppiset
And I cried
Hear I am seeing nouthing but love and life
And all I cared about was the death
The heartache
But she grasped the reality of life
Death knowing more of life
Than the living
The morning after I cleaned my wound
Life seemed just the same
But I still herd deth in my head
Tell Me to live
And so I did
I coted my wounds with a jacket
And seeked what I could not see
With out death
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
As if the Sun could not warm me
with it's endlessly finite rays
you reach out and wrap me
in balmy, blissful days
And for the first time
my everything is enough
and it's okay that I'm not and never will be
that kind of tough
But, again with the fear
of abruptly finding the end
and discovering the journey
was all just pretend
The million little things
that you so effortlessly do
are barely enough
to let myself love you
But that's not your fault
and nor should it be;
when it comes to laying blame
it all falls on me
So please excuse me
while I fight with myself
and know that I'm finally dusting things
on that old neglected shelf
Just know
That I believe in peace
even if it's in pieces
and I think that we
are pretty good at puzzles
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC