"precondition" poems
If I were ruler of all nations... As one of Gods creations
There would be policies created from this societies frustrations
I wouldn't waste your time... In fact doing so would be a crime
It wouldn't be about politics with all it's dirt & grime
It would be about the people
It would ensure our rights are equal
Spread to all from high above, preached atop the highest steeple
And I wouldn't be afraid to say...
That expiring some freedoms may be the only way
And that would mean taking certain peoples "rights" away
Some freedoms are given away too easily
They should require much harder accessibility
Which will aid in the filtration of humanity
One right I would retrieve because it's abuse is so hard to believe
I'd make it official that not all persons would have the right to conceive
Not unless certain criteria are met, I'd have certain rules that would be set
I'd put a hold on this right until one disproves their ignorant
And since ignorance is bred I wouldn't allow our future to continue to be mislead Stuck in communities that will never get ahead
If I were faced with this position, I have no doubt in my disposition
Life skills would be taught in school, a required graduation precondition
I'd advocate the importance of community Gone would be the privilege of immunity And with it would go all feelings of disunity
To ensure all are exposed to equal possibility
Early education would include lessons on life & moral responsibility
To ensure guidance to all despite personal accessibility
I'd replace things like algebra and womans lit with classes on life knowledge
It's more important that the youth learn financal stability and manners, those who want to learn the square root of X can take that major in college
Priority should be that each leaves high school with the tools to survive
Each would leave with equal opportunity to prosper and to thrive
Oh if I ruled the world!!
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
As raindrops moist the parched earth
And vegetation grows without dearth -
All we need is a compassionate heart,
A precondition for some things to start.
It is only then we can gently sow,
The seeds of change and let it grow.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me
Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw
You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
it moves in lines, upon flat surfaces
we tried to catch it last week, but, no dice
‘that’s your department, isn’t it? take responsibility.’
true.
but, we were waiting for confirmation.
‘excuses aren’t relevant here,
moving forward is a precondition for itself,
so nothing will change until it’s properly addressed.’
the counter’s still pointing at「 green 」 though.
things should be safe for now
three months pass.
it multiplies in aggregates
motion seeps within still surfaces,
‘where were you last summer?’ like a lava lamp
oh, you know, out and about, it deforms
busy. buzzy. buzz. and,
‘oh. yeah. we can’t afford separates from itself
deficit here, can we? into self contained units
i hope everything’s okay.’ and
it’s fine. floats away.
…
‘that’s good’
…
‘we were thinking of leaving this place soon, anyway.’
…
fair enough.
no one’s
really expecting anything to be found, anyway.
the counter is pointing at 「 red 」 now, though
three months pass.
it breeds through rumpled cloth, and breaths out through solid objects.
colours float over matted patches, a ringing sound pierces out of iron bars.
- the counter no longer shows anything
people pass themselves at crossroads, half turning,
to speak, but carry on walking their separate ways
(it’s okay, none of us had anything to say, really)
- we expect a full report, you understand?
the spaces between take root. shadows flicker though the limelight
filter filter, pass over. embroid and disperse
- yes, of course. there’s no one left to read it, though.
the counter is pointing to 「 itself 」
huh.
must be broken
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
B.R.O.M.B. is the abbreviation
of an amalgamation of a
situation in abomination by
dissipation of a nation in
segregation & humiliation
with an expectation in
deviation by procrastination
of delineation by a cessation
and violation to a predestination
of a unification by a precondition
without reservation, exploitation,
condemnation or expatriation.
So, the B.R.O.M.B. in Derry was
in anticipation of a preparation
an indication for a hesitation.
B.ackstop
R.enegers
O.bligating
M.ay's
B.rexit.
Just exploded in Derry!
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
Caring and Sharing Is What Love Is All About
Love can never be negotiated, because it has no immunity
by its merit the world exists, in an atmosphere of continuity
while war kills and spreads tragedy, love rescues to repair
healing broken hearts, removing all forms of grief and despair
Love can never be underestimated, its power is generated by a higher source
just when you think it's over, unity and hope are at the center driving this force
loneliness, despair, unhappiness, these sad feelings always seem to renew
until love once again comes to the rescue, in healing you through and through
Love can never be something more than you want it to be, because it cannot survive alone
if you think that it can be controlled, you'll ultimately find yourself lost in the twilight zone
here lies the caveat, despite your attempts, love cannot be tailor made it defies definition
in pursuing love your selfish character traits you must discard, a necessary precondition
Love can never be more than it is, being the only way to live a life that's worth living
but only when you cultivate this trait of sharing, because you can't love without giving
when you mature, right and wrong becomes your focus, selfishness begins to crumble
interacting with people your heart now stirs, feelings of happiness found in being humble
Unknowingly you've taken one step closer, in preparation to become one with another
finally reaching that maturity needed, focusing from I to we, finding your one true lover
love, that until now you held for yourself, finally giving it the only true fulfillment in your life
the ultimate expression of love and happiness is now yours, as a caring mother and loving wife
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Do you want me to be impressed with your lying?
Tell me about outlandish things
Plaster yourself against the Event Horizon
Lyricize your friction with now
**** the **** of please help me
Wishing
I am wishing
outbound
powering
pulsation
this is at attention
this is a momentary
daily trance
of lift
Sweep your hand
along the surface
is there sharpness
or wetness
I am wishing
in that direction
you can't hear
'thout crossing your legs
Wishing for hardness
bangingingly loud
conscription of
******* of
that *******
rain, an hour before dawn
your choosing not me
all the way home
its insightful your pique
it's precondition
my bad intent
your justified
and this is solid
all the way up
a wave off
of words
I am NOT going to tell you
Another ******* ending
They are all lies on the inside
of our tumble
of our lyrical stumble
to serialize pulling away
leaving to get
elsewhere familiar
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Today feels so so surreal.
The pain is so so unreal.
So painful that I have to deal more than some ordinary feeling.
I'll remember this feeling that it's more than pen and paper intriguing.
I needed a sad song to help me resonates with what I'm going through for reassuring that I'm still living.
Imagine I couldn't be so broken and go through what I go through that anything, that drives away will put my muse into transmission instead of reminiscing of this ignition that engines in some sort of remission.
I want to find my omission on this planet which helps me calls my mission.
To know this suffocation isn't the end if this petition.
I gladly know there nothing left to say but to this but be submitting of all of this dedication of this precognition.
With or without written dissertation to someone's else permission. Either to decline nor precise superstition neither to my own future preposition. Expect to a precondition to a certain expectations of neither my rights of a preconceived notions definition.
Can't sway nor hide my any persuasion.
You see you can create things and still called it intrusive, but it how you introduce it as any perspective like it not any other electives. So I'll hear my respective not to misrepresent it. I'll gather my witnesses and still find it by many few selective.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
I really must apologize
I didn't comprehend
your medical precondition
I hope, you're nowhere near, the end
It should have been so obvious
I so sorry, I didn't see
your obvious proclivity
and erstwhile, malady
I must confess, I'm not a sufferer
now knowing your prognosis
living the way you do
no help, from deep, hypnosis
So see the concern, I display
for your secondary halitosis
thank god, that I'm not like you
diagnosed, terminal cranial rectosis
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
When its hard to swallow
Overcome by sorrow
Love defiance rings true
Wide awake to face tomorrow
reality overtakes you
Precondition to hate the truth
We won't accept the punishment
Angst alone is a testament
Rage against the machine
Right where I want to be
Displays what wants to be
Disregard my demeanor
Busy bringing my loved ones through the ringer
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
CREATION OF HIGHER VALUE,
PRECONDITION THE NEGATION OF OLD VALUES.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC