"persuit" poems
Tightly forcing her body against the clay
Scraping her tarnished skin, on its unforgiving stones
Determined
Unhinged, narrow thought became disturbed
Intention, soaking the soils energy
Becoming one with nature
Persuit, rapid decaying
No trail of life
Evidence faded
Secluded mountain peak
30 miles in, her only goal accomplished
Her pocket knife she holds over head
Pretending to cut the fluffy clouds in half
One fast Stab
She lays in her vanishing grave
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
In a world of black and white
I am grey
striving for perfection
as I wake up each day
isn't that what they want?
perfect grades
so theres something to flaunt
because the person I am
Just isnt enough
so they label me
but they label me wrong
so I'm expected to be
someone I'm not
yet they still wonder
why kids fall off
the face of the earth
with their heads in the clouds
like some kind of bird
deformed at birth
falling from the sky
because theyre taught they cant fly
glued to the ground
like statues
perfectly sculpted
to do as they're told
robots, with blood in their veins
not zombies
because we still have our brains
they've simply been washed
cleaned out and drained
then rebooted to believe we're all still sane
and whose to blame?
for disrupting the natural flow
all these rules and regulations
just let me be free
there's already order
how much more do we need?
I forgot how to breath
amidst these trees
which are written off
as property
and sent through factories
that make and create
a paper thats green
that rules our lives
in a world of greed
its always want
but what about need?
are people so blind
that they truly believe
cash is the key
in the persuit of happiness
we all reach to achieve
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Misty gaze, jittered breath
Sun burned skin ironed to stop the creases.
The fly never ceases to change direction
it follows mightily close.
Boxed into a shadow, one which no one else can see
How can that be?
Claim the sights as mine or ours?
Leave to follow mans created hasty pursuit
Chasing the everlasting scent of the poisoned flower.
The big man has too many sayings, creates etchings with his words
Repeatedly lost in the background of distasteful play,
All numbers numerate to a phantom deal
Answers long slipped under broken tables.
Open fields are searched like space,
Meteors fly spitting fire with gunshots
Shining towards an illusion of a finish line.
Crawl westwards some will say, crawl right, or jump and hit the explosive beckoning.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Objectual attachments to material things
cars and gold and shiney rings
The less you have, the more its apparent
that these possesions leave you incoherant
Unresponsive to change
comfy in ignorance
humans are quite strange
Externally subtracted
its a fatal attraction
Internally is where we thive
looking through the minds eye
Over and through
Im done with the lies
pluralized and despised
making money that makes you cry
When you dont have enough to get by
it can be really tough
trying to eat like a heath food nut
Real soul food is love and trust
and the persuit of Happyness
from a life lived with less.
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
Dolphins once free in a vast ocean
wild intelligence captured in Taiji Cove
after hours of exhuastive persuit by men in boats
Desperate families try to shield their calves
witness to blood bath slaughter
for the meat trade
Others to be penned and starved
when broken and hungry they learn to eat dead fish
are then sold around the world
to travel in tanks by road
to fly hundreds of miles
to be condemmed to a life captive
doing tricks for less intelligent humans.
??
Dogs made bad by dangerous owners
condemned to death
under the
Dangerous Dogs (Amendment) Act 1997
passed by dangerous men.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Picture a screen
All black
All dark
All something
But not nothing.
Life and creativity is what you are
But we hide that.
You hide that.
Who are we truly if nothing is so binding to see.
The black screen.
The darkness.
The evil.
We censor our true being.
Controlled by a society where happiness is the only persuit.
Look,
Look closer at the spark in the Forest
It's you.
As we get closer, the light begins to fade.
As people watch the light turns to nothing and blackness begins to crusade.
Embarrassed by what others might think,
We close our mouths and say -nothing-
Judged is ours to believe.
What do we do?
How do we stop the pain of others?
The perception of being nothing Isn't as bad as you thought.
But listen to me,
You are you,
And I am I,
We are us and
Everything is nothing
As cracks of light appear
-We should no longer see,
eyes opened to darkness fading into light.
Believing in -
darkness and nothing
No faith.
No life.
No being.
Eyes open.
I looked up,
I saw the meaning,
The meaning of me
The truth,
The inspiration,
The creativity,
I looked down
and back up
To see the darkness.
The black screen.
It was you!
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
A desire , a crave we look among it as if a dream and till this day I ask myself why?
What drives this desperation towards such an simple thing, what leads to the hunger and deficiency to what it may bring .
What is this prodigious desire that even the rich cannot even admire.
What is this delectable delight, that makes the eyes of those who seek it shine like stars in the night ?
What is this mending enchantment, that cannot even be attained by the most powerful commandment?
I ask you now do you possess this heavenly thing? If you say no I will tell you it’s nothing but a broken string?
You desire but it is there , you crave it as you pull on your hair.
It is a small fire, a burning splint getting smaller it becomes a hidden glint.
You have the ability to make it shine, all you need is a little wine.
You have the ability to seek it through, with the love and kindness that comes from you .
Beneath the confusion outside, there goes on a battle between two wolves inside a seclusion of your brain but the inclusion of your heart.
Wolf evil, he is Anger, jealousy ,greed, resentment, lies and ego he feeds on your weakening fire like a weevil he feeds on your desire.
Wolf good, he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility and kindness . he is weak at times but he has the ability to create inside you a beautiful thoughts that ring like chimes.
Do you wonder which will be defeated and how this battle will sunder?
Like happiness it is simple. The one you feed is the one that grows.
So wonder, think, which wolf inside you do you feed the most.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
we've been in a hot persuit with sorrow,
tempted death with playful beckons,
not fearing of tomorrow, as we instigated war between angels and demons,
then compared pumpkins with melons,
the art of a dedicated farmer,
who only begged for his seeds to grow,
day in day out during summer,
we scampered at the beach then ended in the dhow,
the consquence of a missing skill,
then some of us wept under the moonlight,
with brokenhearts that never heal,
i remember i was hounded by a fright,
as i read the 4th line of this poem,
something beyond my physical potential,
a performance you cant even mime,
then politics, business and anything commercial,
a mere embarassment, traders were mean,
and just to rest the case, 2013 is over,
we have mobilized better schemes for 2014,
we are the movers and shakers.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
...fl0wers thr0w their petals at her feet f0r she be w0rth the seas0nal bl0om,her radiance be eternal that like a new born sun...a new light that burns bright...bless the eye that lays eyes 0n her...a true blessing t0 the gift 0f sight....beauty be thy name
All in the persuit to make your heart grow fonder of me...
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
Planted seed, growth deprived
winter ground, barren, hostile
frozen peace.
Elements kind
sun,air,dew
nurture inside wholeness
persuit.
Broken rainbows whispers
hidden
invite sorrows morrows beaten
Way of Being
spoken delights
spirit renewed horizons
bright
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
I will die in this forest of gray.
Growling, craving,
gnawing on callused hearts for their heat.
Appendages clawing,
reaching to the point of breaking for the
soft floating seraphs
that hang in the sky
like slats of meat,
left for the beasts to salivate
and hunger for the meat of their own.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
When you’re an artist you’re taught to critique masterpieces.
“What could you change about this piece?”
“Can you identify the medium?”
“What is the artist’s message?”
I’ve gutted dozens of artworks.
I ran through the lists identifying the
flaws and pin pointing the meanings.
But then I was struck with a piece
so beautiful that not even God
himself could view it for too long.
I searched for any flaw, I looked for the medium and was unlucky in my persuit. Though my peers could easily critique the piece, I could not.
The more time I spent with this art
It became even harder. So I started
searching for a meaning.
What was evident in my search was to stop looking. I figured I needed this piece in my home, but the price was far too high for my income.
I saved every penny I had, but with he competing bidders the price just rose and I fell short. Plagued by grief I finally realized that when you crave something so wonderful and unforgettable, you must keep trying to hold it dear.
From that day on I have not critiqued another piece, I’ve found my job unsatisfying.
I’ve been given a choice to let the piece go, but how could I let something so angelic fall into the crevices of hell?
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
There is not a measure exists in world, that can examine the mysteries of the heart that loves you. I did not know the depth, the vastness. That if one was to dive an everending fall. There are seasons to this world, the summer to the month of may, the cold and ice, come christmas. I am around when everyone sleeps. When those that want dream, and the steps to the sky are clear to the naked eye. I watch and tell sweet stories, now and of past, of the former and propper ways of a world unknown, And witness growh. Growth of an unknown kind and fall of a told kind that goes unnoticed.
My time is silent, clouds move across my head and face. Whispers of something I wait to embrace. I am not alone, I know this from the warm that approaches.From that which beats of pureness, a glowing that expands past reaches of understanding, beyond discovery. There is no conceavable end to your love and beauty. This time that I exist sees things that move Without the want of eyes to see, move slowly then quickly then again I am far above. I see alot of things and cannot speak. So I spread my arms, wide and hope I will not go unnoticed. It hapens now your time is approaching. I admire you daily. Time stands still around you, wishing to freeze itself. You rise, eyes open and gaze up longing to be near you. You have a glow so bright.You stretch around the round, around the figure that I surround. It motions, it moves things drop and fall. They do not understand but they try. You guide, your given to see the hope that is inside. To feel not alone, but one. The night and the Sun. We meet sure yes on the streets. While I lift my veil I glance knowing you will always be there, while hurt upon a flower your flame would burn to close. You see, you look up as you create your pressence, and move away me, the night. They will always look up knowing that you are there. Why does it rain? To bring moisture to all the pain. I tried to bribe the clouds you see, I promised them somehing in a far off place. But you are there no matter,because they see where they are going. You are the persuit of a greatness that will last forever. Nohing overwhelms. You know me and yes you love me. While you go down to sleep I will watch over and keep. Keep for you the sun, the things that you have won. When seasons change you effect the growing. Things move towards and not away. You are wanted, you are loved. I cannot speak and you are the sun. Forever we shall dance and know that we are one. We will know that without the other no longer we exist. The last, these few words, few gestures I promise it will be well. We are married to one cause. To contain and to inspire.For created I am endless and you the entire. Entire hope stilled upon the end of a pin. A point to prove. I see you, you see me now let us on the horizon be
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Sorry, my phone doesn't have internet and isn't a smartphone, I don't get your emojis and don't get your links, I try and I wish I could be there for you, yet i rush away as soon as i feel down, knowing i need you, i still run way i try and push, but, i cant..break.. away, i run and i hide from my problems all day, im not a true man i... just... can't.. takeee ittt.... but now that I've met you i try and fight them just as their human, i run and i fight instead of running and hiding, i bring the fire when i feel cold, i fight my own battles as just as show, youre the only person knowingly that stays right by my side, im sorry i cant be there just all of the time, i push and pull yet you seem so far, im breaking the barrior for the walls that are hidden in the corners just waiting for you, to behind yet just a random one while i continue my persuit, i just keep running and searching for truth and on that one random day i found you and fell for my heart, not knowing the feeling i asked for help, all of a sudden im making you blush, im making you laugh and feel emotions, i try and push for me to break our sadness knowing i can onllyyyy fix myy seellfff~
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
When you let go of what hurts you everything starts to fall into place just gotta have the Faith and the will to reach the persuit of happiness
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
Sometimes when we cross
each other these days,
I almost forget
we are no more the same 'us'
But still we smile
talk, drink coffees
chating, mumbling, teasing
you talk about your ex
I also talk about you
And I wonder what is so funny
But in persuit of Living the Moment
I laugh with you
And nothing ever changed
We just lost each other
Must be the beauty of 'us'
With you at the opposite corner
All my memories of tragic aftermath
I hardly remember the frustrations
Its been so long.
Just so, we are nomore chained
and as we part, .............................
(Please let's spend all day together)
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Time has blessed this place
It has left it un-ravaged by the relentless persuit of progression
The future is bright and beautiful and blessedly far away here.
The grass sways with the thousands of ghosts who march through the fields
The sun puts on the same play millions have watched for millennia. As they sit on the grassy slopes still quite present.
The tress bend to carcass me the the way they have to countless others across my sacred history.
The very earth sings here in the language of time and blood.
Grounding you pulling you through the history that seems to fertilize this very place. This country shines green with time.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
You play an integral part in the
Blueprint of creation
From the beginning until the end
God is relentless in his persuit to
Bring you back to him
Never mind what you do
Right or wrong
The only thing that God won't
Interfere with is your free will
To choose.
Forever under the shadow of his mighty wings
You are all included in
God's Infinite Bucket List
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
There she sat across me calmly and sternly,
The kind lady who recruited me.
I had no words left to speak out.
They had disappeared in to the cubicle
I used to occupy.
I had kept quiet for the past weeks
Hoping that would soothe the boss
And her relentless persuit of me.
Not once would I regret the things I said
In my poor defence of problems
She caused and the blamed on others.
It wasn't her, I was just not smart enough.
It wasn't her inprudence and a software can't malfunction.
It was never her.
Sure I'm not perfect...
I willingly admit to that any day.
But I wasn't the first one
...and you won't be the last one
She attempted a smile
And said she'd call tomorrow.
But didn't it bother you
Yes but it wasn't worth quitting over
The truth is probably between the lines
And the enthousiasme of a Silverfox
A sweet man who never learned to lie.
Not even about the things
That were never introduced in words.
Or even a touch.
It all seems so unnecessary
But then I remember how she smiled
As he adressed her
And I realised my mistake
And what she was a victim of this time.
But it was never her fault.
I simply walked in to her territory...
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
So glad to see you think I'm doing well.
But honestly,
I've been in a living hell.
You still resonate in my mind
Reminiscing on the times
Talking about time.
Talking about perceptions of perception.
A euphoria in listening to you rhyme.
How are things going?
Have you learned the same lesson a second time?
Are you in that same box as before?
I understand love is what made you go back to her.
I guess everything is about the persuit of happiness.
The light is bright at the end of dark tunnels.
Living color blind.
Breaking.
I'm in a bind.
The same vines that used to consume you,
Are now holding me back too.
And though I don't think either of us will ever be free,
I guess it's a life lesson.
Times three.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC