"phrenetic" poems - Hello Poetry

***What if I say, I am not like the others? Are you afraid of seeing my bloodshot eyes? It ain’t a delusion of your vision It ain’t a theory of your hostile mind Its just an authority to reveal high As you ****** up in the midnight. What if I declare, I like to be a pothead? It ain’t a crime of your filthy society It ain’t a ****** of your hypersexual beauty Its just a power to absorb black hole As you get dissolved in the infinity. What if we believe, we are united peace? Our intoxication could never be slayer as your humanity diminishes Our immune could never be a flame as your democracy fire burns Our dealing could never be an acrid as your judgments villainous Our indignation could never be a pretender as your sensibility veiled Our lonesome shadow could never be a congress of love as your realization mortifies And our congregation of morality must have been psychedelic painkiller. What if we deny, we are insignificant existence? So, who are you crippling our bloodshot eyes, A Social featherbrain? Who are you to stop having "dopetherone" in the town, A godly crusader? Who are you to proclaim the rule against your mind, A phrenetic lawyer? What if we deny, we are insignificant existence? What if we believe, we are united peace? We will keep walking with our head held high.*** April' 2015

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC

hallucinate-boy

Cannabis Community

***What if I say, I am not like the others? Are you afraid of seeing my bloodshot eyes? It ain’t a delusion of your vision It ain’t a theory of your hostile mind Its just an authority to reveal high As you ****** up in the midnight. What if I declare, I like to be a pothead? It ain’t a crime of your filthy society It ain’t a ****** of your hypersexual beauty Its just a power to absorb black hole As you get dissolved in the infinity. What if we believe, we are united peace? Our intoxication could never be slayer as your humanity diminishes Our immune could never be a flame as your democracy fire burns Our dealing could never be an acrid as your judgments villainous Our indignation could never be a pretender as your sensibility veiled Our lonesome shadow could never be a congress of love as your realization mortifies And our congregation of morality must have been psychedelic painkiller. What if we deny, we are insignificant existence? So, who are you crippling our bloodshot eyes, A Social featherbrain? Who are you to stop having "dopetherone" in the town, A godly crusader? Who are you to proclaim the rule against your mind, A phrenetic lawyer? What if we deny, we are insignificant existence? What if we believe, we are united peace? We will keep walking with our head held high.*** April' 2015

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If I could speak I would spill these lamentations cloistered sins and secrets whispered vespers for wretched dreams Retching sentiment this malignant manifesto a macabre mantra eats my skin from within transient refuge for temporal treasures inexorable moments carry life away tick tick tick the seconds scurry flurried ineffectual supplications demigods of affluence the cacophony of the machine I spin within cogniscient of my myopia the funneled tunnel vision drips from the end of a pen furtive verses on paper fading ochre moments somber drops of ash and bone poetic exorcisms of wicked things unknown phrenetic sensibilities trickle spilling life black and withering is the gain worth sacrifice crackling fat of dreams too costly this shallow palette self obsessed eyes gouged out hands shackled to the reality the immortality trust the dust the dust becomes me soul focused on decay spectre death devouring this unsparked spirit If I could speak truth into your heart would you believe..... in anything more than what you see I trust the dust and dust will be the remnant me TL Boehm 042508

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC

tammy-boehm

If I could Speak

If I could speak I would spill these lamentations cloistered sins and secrets whispered vespers for wretched dreams Retching sentiment this malignant manifesto a macabre mantra eats my skin from within transient refuge for temporal treasures inexorable moments carry life away tick tick tick the seconds scurry flurried ineffectual supplications demigods of affluence the cacophony of the machine I spin within cogniscient of my myopia the funneled tunnel vision drips from the end of a pen furtive verses on paper fading ochre moments somber drops of ash and bone poetic exorcisms of wicked things unknown phrenetic sensibilities trickle spilling life black and withering is the gain worth sacrifice crackling fat of dreams too costly this shallow palette self obsessed eyes gouged out hands shackled to the reality the immortality trust the dust the dust becomes me soul focused on decay spectre death devouring this unsparked spirit If I could speak truth into your heart would you believe..... in anything more than what you see I trust the dust and dust will be the remnant me TL Boehm 042508

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for a moment it feels as though the urgent heaviness of my breath were pushing pulling at the boughs of bright dead leaves and then I realize that it is only the wind I begin to shake with dry laughter at the absurdity of my thoughts catch my reflection in a puddle at my feet my eyes are terrifying i mean terrified trees break through the ground all around me, reaching climbing endlessly upward as towering neuronal bodies erected as extensions of the earth’s wild head and the earth becomes an extension of my being i cannot seem to control this but that is all I wish to do i am crushed by my impermanence yet I flee to its consequence planning my ascension to ascend as a tree my bones a relic of everything i was trees break through the ground i think the ground is shaking but it is only my limbs half-barren treetops mock me dendritic and unpredictable phrenic and phrenetic reflecting body and mind at every level: nerves and neurons branch out to relay messages of pain agony suffering phalangeal forms diverge From a hand limb and head from abdomen dendrite from soma cell body a symmetry to which there is no end. for a moment it feels as though the urgent heaviness of my breath were pushing pulling at the boughs of bright dead leaves and then I realize that it is only the wind.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC

NatSmith

quake

for a moment it feels as though the urgent heaviness of my breath were pushing pulling at the boughs of bright dead leaves and then I realize that it is only the wind I begin to shake with dry laughter at the absurdity of my thoughts catch my reflection in a puddle at my feet my eyes are terrifying i mean terrified trees break through the ground all around me, reaching climbing endlessly upward as towering neuronal bodies erected as extensions of the earth’s wild head and the earth becomes an extension of my being i cannot seem to control this but that is all I wish to do i am crushed by my impermanence yet I flee to its consequence planning my ascension to ascend as a tree my bones a relic of everything i was trees break through the ground i think the ground is shaking but it is only my limbs half-barren treetops mock me dendritic and unpredictable phrenic and phrenetic reflecting body and mind at every level: nerves and neurons branch out to relay messages of pain agony suffering phalangeal forms diverge From a hand limb and head from abdomen dendrite from soma cell body a symmetry to which there is no end. for a moment it feels as though the urgent heaviness of my breath were pushing pulling at the boughs of bright dead leaves and then I realize that it is only the wind.

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I saw a dance today That whirled and jumped and laughed on its feet. An old folk dance Kalidescopic roiling upon a cool breath Of autumn’s excitement of being alive A dance observed by a reflective summer Gamboling leaves of red, orange, ambers and browns Phrenetic leaping twirling jumping flipping And landing with glee I saw a dance today Whose steely precision punctured the earth An operatic ending Piling blue-ice masses on frost annealed soil Of winter’s excitement on being, of existence Impervious to life, alive with death Hard percusive articulation, blunt statement Tap, tap, beat and pound Thud and thrum with efficient punctuated finesse I did a dance today Tears and sorrow and sonorous wings flailing Old and intimate Terminus found rhythm stand still, now done Of winter no more, and blindness onset, for the morrow Moves stopped but not so its ripples Wave celerity, an expanding profound smile Leg, arm and head pause While all effects and causes silently, strongly take wing Take wing A cacaophonic stirring, but quiet and motionless and brimming with void Except in spirt where muscle and wings and winds alight anew. I did a final dance today, spirit born and coda bent.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC

Skip

The Last Dance

I saw a dance today That whirled and jumped and laughed on its feet. An old folk dance Kalidescopic roiling upon a cool breath Of autumn’s excitement of being alive A dance observed by a reflective summer Gamboling leaves of red, orange, ambers and browns Phrenetic leaping twirling jumping flipping And landing with glee I saw a dance today Whose steely precision punctured the earth An operatic ending Piling blue-ice masses on frost annealed soil Of winter’s excitement on being, of existence Impervious to life, alive with death Hard percusive articulation, blunt statement Tap, tap, beat and pound Thud and thrum with efficient punctuated finesse I did a dance today Tears and sorrow and sonorous wings flailing Old and intimate Terminus found rhythm stand still, now done Of winter no more, and blindness onset, for the morrow Moves stopped but not so its ripples Wave celerity, an expanding profound smile Leg, arm and head pause While all effects and causes silently, strongly take wing Take wing A cacaophonic stirring, but quiet and motionless and brimming with void Except in spirt where muscle and wings and winds alight anew. I did a final dance today, spirit born and coda bent.

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Jun 7, 2018

Jun 7, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Pesky Poppycock Payback! Please Prepare!

Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting piquantly piqued, pimply pimping ******* plucky pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian puppeteer pygmy, peevishly ***** plummy, plumy, pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck, pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing, parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist, polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache, peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial principles, plenty public parking, purposefully promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters, profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling, proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.

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