"predation" poems
Ashes rained down on the fields
As fire rises
Nature has no shields
The elements' surprises
With declining yields
The valley of ashes
Where the sun shined
The planet crashes
Where the moon aligned
Life flashes
The world is ours
I hate humans
Make money buy cars
I hate humans
Get drunk battle scars
I hate humans
Oh, just watch the stars
I hate humans
I'm not one to stereotype
Did it for the rhyme
Smoking from the peace pipe
Feeling sublime
All we got is time
They say we got time
Deforestation
Exploitation
Marriage of children before their first ovulation
Predation
Degradation
Taxation
Starvation
I am dreaming of salvation
The world is ours
I hate humans
Make money buy cars
I hate humans
Get drunk battle scars
I hate humans
Oh, just watch the stars
I hate humans
My story's pretty sad
I'd love to stay and chat
But the world is just a rabbit hat
Oppressed women in Chad
Why so negative, it is not only mad
One finds beauty behind the evil mask
Its only one life you had
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
I’d never noticed the
Freckles
On your
Shoulders.
But then again,
You’d never noticed
The scars.
Specifically
The ones
On my chest,
And if you had,
I’d never
Heard
Anything about them,
Or, “it.”
It had been awhile since we’d
Last crossed paths,
Encounters always
Ending in
Collision,
Connection
And corrosion come the first
Morning after; but welcomed.
You looked good though,
And that’s how it’d always
Started,
But beautiful nonetheless –
A world-weathered skin
In the form of a twilight tan,
The vulnerable smile
With a small curl displaying
Aggressive sexuality,
And a dress, your cloth,
A critical juncture,
Of both cinema and satori,
A’flutter in the wind.
“Gift-wraps,” aside,
I’d always return to the
Form and curve of “You.”
Simply you
The half I could see
Leaving the other
Somehow elusive side of
You
To my imagination and
Memory
Of prior gallantry.
Unspoken words
Pave paths between the
Tables we now occupy.
So to,
Acts of predation await,
Perched and ready for
Gardens,
Accepted, the resulted chaos.
I wonder,
“What’s she thinking?”
As I capture a wink
And steal the sunlight
Bouncing of her
Shoulder’s freckles.
It’s an intoxication
At its finest.
Accordingly,
I sip my
Beer
And in echoes mumble,
“I want you, want you,
Want you.”
Luckily,
You wanted me too.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
President Comb-Over,
Quite the despicable guy
Got himself elected
But the wise folk wonder why.
Obama wore a tan suit
Conservatives went insane,
But this Wimpy lookalike butterball
Sports a totally artificial mane.
If ****** predation were a soccer game
This **** would win The World Cup.
If you ignored the news and his tweets
You’d think someone made this horror show up.
He’s lied and cheated and swindled his way
In to more lucrative deals than he deserved
Then a large minority of certifiable idiots
Elected him so he could to pretend to serve.
He took the Oath of Office, quite smugly
But that’s where his integrity would end.
He set about making deals for himself
His trophy wives, his offspring and friends.
He made few attempts to cover his tracks,
Mostly just shouted blatantly obvious lies
By which he was fooling no one intelligent.
Just the moronic, the foolish and unwise.
He relied on the vagaries of human nature
That voters are among the laziest humans
And would rather vote for a rascal it seems
Than take a chance on an honest new man
Or woman, or gay or an experienced soul
That could take over the Presidential reins
Instead of driving our country straight to hell
And making huge profits off the remains.
Brent Kincaid
4/23/2019
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
My eyes are glossed,
I can not see.
I'm just as lost,
As a rootless tree.
Young strong ambition,
Brought down by the evils of humanity.
A good life was once my mission,
Now I question my sanity.
I feel separated from the world.
Reality is a fragment of my imagination.
What appears straight is curled.
Light is just a mere imitation.
We seek justice that is always blind.
For our laws are rooted in discrimination.
Greed serves as the currency of our kind,
And profit the sole motivation.
To see the corruptions of our society,
And sit outside and observe.
Brings a cold chill of sobriety,
and feeling of atrocity to my nerve.
My eyes are glossed,
I can not see.
I'm just as lost,
As a rootless tree.
For every beautiful creature,
There is complementary predation and blight.
For every miraculous feature,
There is a parallel of war and spite.
You can choose to accept things as they exist,
Or be the person that brings in change.
But if our current circumstances persist,
Our decedents will learn nothing but rage.
A wise man once said:
"Be the change you want to see."
So peace and love I will spread.
And live by the same decree.
I will use my tools,
Given to me by my Creator.
To make wise men of fools,
And make the common good greater.
My eyes are now clear,
And I can see.
I no longer appear,
As a rootless tree.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
UNCHARISMATICALLY, he frowned his displeasure.
On his hunting ground, the rough-coated trooper lunged
into a human intruder.
Predation was a constant chore where extracting food
could be hard work in a competitive and heavily armed environment.
Feeling lucky he grinned, grinding his fused toothplates,
then grabbed and pulverized the passing meal, aware that
overgrazing could destroy his future.
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC
at dusk above,
clouds scud like loose teeth in upper gums
purple-pink in twilight. a deep night, seemingly ' on pause '
as all dust tumbles from bare skin
into the naked cause... our minds defunct. our minds undone.
our soul's law
at the very heart
like all
gods
where the birch and elm keep
lean rabbits, and stab at thee with long shadows with ashy knees
and bramble rabble; a riotous acreage of predation and escapeful providence
far beyond fences and subdivisions
where men add
by dividing
and knit with schisms...
where the earth has fangs in the ocean
and long nights.
your
answer is sovereign
and hunts
foxes
with your
eyes
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Let me caress your every sinew
I do not care if you've been used
for many men know the temple of God
but few on holy ground have trod
her birthplace that is creation
yet they treat you with predation
a child that sleeps within your womb
soon your bed will be their tomb
the years of men will surely pass
upon your head I count the grass
they outnumber thee ten fold to one
and yet their bud is still but young
our age is like a moth at night
that travels towards the sacred light
and is extinguished by the flame
Will you remember my name?
your favoured son
Will you forgive the things I've done?
or another knot in the tree become
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Let me love you
Love you tender
I'll hold it above you
You'll always remember
Let me kiss you
Lips of fire
My burn won't miss you
My soul conspires
Let me feel you
**** sedation
Hook and reel you
Primal predation
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
I am so worried about this nation
nation of fear and damnation
damnation with no salvation
salvation from annihilation
annihilation is our own creation
creation for our own sensation
sensation for our own elation
elation in our own ovation
ovation of our own temptation
temptation leads to our fixation
fixation of our own formation
formation led to accusation
accusation of our own predation
predation on our conservation
conservation wasted by alteration
alteration of our ideation
ideation that had no complication
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
In the midst of confusion
No one seems to notice
Time spinning with frustration
His hands moving in force
Emitted through destruction
Made by the walls once
Of a heart torn and broken;
Opening for a chance
Determining the sensation
Fluttering in the breeze
Of the mist and cool condition
Rising in confidence
Like an eagle after predation
Of prey in a quiet race,
Very still and calm it mentions
"Even you want love of pure existence."
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Too-simple eludes as
too-complex disturbs
the instinct to grasp,
clutching at emptiness
in trembling fear
Hope says, "there is
always Hope,"
A lure to elongate
the reach, further
overbalancing.
*Hope the crafty wolf
stalks a deer in the glade.*
Hope for what?
Acquire what?
Purchase what?
Become what --
that could fulfill the yearning
of the bough for the root?
...that could elucidate its relentless
aspiration skyward?
Oh, but if -- !
freeze at the snap of a twig
All aflutter at the
promise of sweet water
against seeking lips
hungry fools chase
Hope for a taste
Into devil wilderness
exposure threatening
surviving by the teeth.
Reduced to mating behavior,
territoriality, predation --
all else forgotten.
*the measured twitch and
watchful eye fail to outwit
the cunning wolf in wait*
Nowhere we bring ourselves
is safe.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Earthen roads spring alive with berm-gardens,
Thistles, and animals’ connive,
A country road the blows the dust
Off the porch, so that it’s just
Us.
When the time comes
that we arrive to claim the hills over there,
Command honey evenings
I, the colt, you, the mare
Transformed by winds, raw from the pastoral
Over-there,
It gives to us the boundless open dome
Free to graze
Free to roam
Where we shall know finally what it’s like to be home.
The homes, they spring by diving arms
Growing strong and respiring clouds
Of coaly waste
That eat the clarity of austere farms
And every life of put-upon
Denature, contorted as the victim-fawn,
Bloating with guts the hue of oil
Strewn by a semi’, in two drawn
An image that takes some getting used to.
And yet, this is only natural to be one with the aluminum blood
That runs in the veins of pale concrete to its beating heart
A healthy babe born of predation
A community called Animosity,
Where a life affirmed is a life denied
Though it be a bridge ‘cross chasms to prosperity,
Hold it close,
For they are deep and one United States wide.
The entrails rot on the city face, spelling out
“Payment,” on the pavement, the street
Maggots reeking, thriving in carrion
Smiling as they urge me, of course
Carry on,
That all will be well in time.
My beautiful mare turns from the hills
Her eyes now glow cinereal
How wretched she stands my side
Her heart now a mirror for how mine feels:
Drawing on love, the general kind.
Such life of hers
Such of mine
Betoken a passion, in its turn, an ill
Then to two ridges, shorn by pure will,
And still we congeal two passions to fill it
‘Till a fibrillating heart beats the color
Of ****
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
To watch the clouds roll on the firmaments plain,
Both within, and without, their expression won't wait
Observe sun-lit rain falling all in silkened threads,
Descending to proclaim 'earths rock be thy dream bed'
There water grew static as a new storm of green
An epoch of floral tempests only the sky had then seen
Inspired perhaps by radiations spectroscopic artistries
They desired to wear waves from 495 to 570
What mad dreams the clouds cried out of such passion to be
Miraculous life, the nuclear fruit bore from star to tree
Matter motioned towards conscious devotion to survive
Unconscious becoming conscious predation of others nuclear awareness' to stay just a while consciously alive
Electronivorous cardiomagnetics emanating fields of matter fine
Introspective auric spheres vibrate to harmonies a'chime
Such hearts all a-hum to dimensions they defined
And so from a singularity there would be a beautiful mind
What flowers that bloom on these electric fields,
The art-forms, machinations that matters personal reality yields
Richest pollen for the mind is the written fantasy
Colourful petals formed by guitar pedals is one beings audio-mis en scene
How many depictions for the eyes there are of Venus' divine bodies
No greater art form than complementing aspect, force, and frequency
Oh First Cloud, sailing horizons where one never sees the limitless sky
For there is naught else to compare, no antithesis or edge to help define
We find there forms for pleasure, pain, ideals, but not answers to the neu(t)rons darkest, heaviest dreams
Flung through a universe without Dao, only gravity and dopamine
Matter would politicise, while surfing a rock in a black sea round just one of many long blazing days
Their surfing worlds, mirrors of radiation coursing through an existential void-walled maze
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
free me from my mind
free me from the signs
free me from predation,
of the sons of perdition
free me from the lust that carved Solomon’s bruise
I verse away the blues
Only to choose, the tune of you
enslaved by insecurities
believing I’m healed
because I cease expectation
admitting no role, to the lost soul not only Adam & Eve
but Jezebel and Ahab
is who we are,
and what we’ve become
-Ashley R. Wright @wisecurls
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
#*I screamed
Hoping someone would be awake
To hear the sound of damage
If not me
I wanted to alert the rest
Of the predation I became the victim to
Because you were the kind of guy
They don’t warn you about
You’re the kind they praise
The one who gets into the house
Uninvited but welcomed
Because you know how to make them smile
Slowly infesting the heads
To get into cold beds
Because you enjoy the **********
You enjoy the art of treachery
The idea of being good at one thing
Feeding on the muffled, “Please”
But you don’t stop
Not until you fill blood in the crease
You’re ruthless, and you’re proud of it*#
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I ride on your thighs and I embrace you with my both hands
The wind scraps our sweet deep love dance off with the sudden gusts
Our swift flicks it several times, its tip just touching the wet sand.
The sky is blue, leaves of our tree are covered with orange rust.
My hands moved down your body before reaching your warm hips
The predation tremor in the life dance of thrills flounder
Cradling my body in your arms my lips are against your lips
You make me shiver as my eyes wandered endlessly over.
You take steps, make the turn into , become a part of my dance.
I feel an explosion of dawn light ,stirrings of herald
You gonna take me to a place where I can be so high in trance
It is a new world in the grain and love in your eyes of emerald.
You keep real close, lover whispers , I fly to the heavens’ high
You run fingers through my hair, dance lips in orbital circle
Another rip in the space time continuum, and a return of fry,
Our love makes slain the deity who is surrounding our crepuscle.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
*Lantern flies descending from Water Oak canopies , hopeful Thrushes cry for Heavens hidden stellary
A seemingly placid pond becomes Molasses , quivers and grows eerie in wavering moonshine , Whippoorwills relay songs of the Creek Indian nighttime
Katydids , Field Crickets and Barn Owls fill Magnolia , Wilkerson Mill promenades , Shellcracker disquiet the countryside with topwater
explosions of hunger and predation* ...
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
I touch your body with my fingers,
Then I embrace you with my hands.
The wind of change is a love ringer,
Or waves breakin' along the sand.
Your wishes creep along my skin like
Dancin' in time with sudden gusts.
Our kisses grow, leaves o' breath to strike,
And fall from human tree in rust.
So tender ,your enclos'd universe
Like river flows inside my hips
My dance o' thrills flounder in reverse
Moves touchin' lips against the lips.
As cradling part of my fallin' dance
A predation tremor you are
For my secret place in a high trance
From my reality so far
An explosion of dawn doesn't mean
A present happiness herald
'tis a new world in my grain o' green;
Love in your eyes o' emerald.
You keep me really so close in pair
And I fly to the heavens' high
You run your fingers through my long hair,
Our feelings are clouds in the sky
Dancin' lips in orbital circles
A rip-roarin' rain means your kiss,
Or a dawn for my last crepuscule.
More lovin' you is all I miss.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
One ought admire the noble eagle
with cruel beak
and vicious talon,
whose piercing unrelenting gaze
never fails to locate meat;
whose feathered blades
are shaped to slice
through wind
of carve a breeze
with gliding grace
-unless of course
one is the hare.
You are the hare.
Your hare tongue begs
your hopping gods
for luck
and strength of leg
plus hiding place.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
all of these people
do they deserve to be exploited?
if you knew what i know
then it couldn't be avoided
in this spider's web
is a gold mine of information
wrapped in silk they fall below
the fangs of predation
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
conflicting species
test the limits
to assert power
between themselves
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Out across an open sky,
There a chasm could be spied,
Its truths and meaning it belied,
A beautiful place for me to die.
I went abreast my own spirit,
Deep down the gorge, a fire lit,
It warmed me in the darkened pit,
It there calmed my hellish fit,
It seems to now have come and pass,
The world I knew has turned to glass,
Fracturing now, violent and fast,
And in this crevice I must now last.
Appearing also not like before,
As if kept secret in some moldy lore,
That where we were in years of yore,
We lost all hope, what we’re meant for.
No rain has reached me, no condensation,
No emotion either, no commiseration,
I can’t see further, down on obliteration,
I freely remain in abnegation.
I would still not hear compliment,
I still am unable in sentiment,
Thus far, existing in my resent,
I have reached paradise, regret, repent.
Objectivity in vile domain,
I must again from life refrain,
Where one does dare themselves ordain,
In loneliness, we seek only pain.
Seeing clearly to some extent,
I leave this world in hateful neglect,
I wouldn’t have chosen to be subject
To a world where we fail and deem it correct.
I am not unlike any other,
An abject son, a broken brother,
I can’t exist with “one another,”
I lay waste to land, destroy “each other,”
Lackluster faith and false idolization,
Leave what’s at stake to mass predation,
Content in squalor and mental ************
Leading to loss of all sensation.
The darkness of this pit is calming,
I find the peace ever so charming,
It acts as shelter, exists as Eden,
This garden of gloom, miserable freedom.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
whether it's for fear of starvation-
or wild animals and their predation-
we understand those instinctual fears-
that we've developed through the years-
but what of that lurking thing we see-
that screams in night like a banshee-
what made humans so deathly scared-
of a pale sunken vision with its teeth bared-
what gave us the instinctual scopophobia-
or that sinking feeling of nyctophobia-
what creature hounded our predecessors-
that we fear slunken things as aggressors-
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC