"prosecutions" poems - Hello Poetry

Spitefully contorted prosecutions, In the form of attachments, Anchors tied to our ankles, You know as well as I, With fear, we wrought them, Afraid we'd be left to rot without them. "No man is an island" said someone. But we are, Floating, Weighted, Treading, Storm waters, currents, possibilities, Any direction, No direction, No shorelines, No light, Let alone an end to the tunnels we've dug out, And lost our souls in. In an ocean wide oblivion we reach for the smallest commiserations, you sought my condolences, Grasping onto me for one steady breath, And in what looked to you like your grip slipping, Drowning without meaning, I saw a slight slip, in a battle, With a heaviness as ingrained as the need, To survive, To swim out to open sea. But honesty begs me to tell you, I never was a swimmer, And I can only loose so much ground, Before I, myself, start to drown. Maybe, when your feet next touch, I won't love in the form of metaphors, Until then, I'll see your vastness, raise you a lostness, And challenge you, to a race through everything, Life can throw in our faces, To change us, Amaze us. And maybe, just maybe, I'll see you on some sunny day by the water, Somewhere, Drifting to me, Finally in awe of the undertow, You fought, For so very long.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC

sienna-burroughs

Lost at sea

Spitefully contorted prosecutions, In the form of attachments, Anchors tied to our ankles, You know as well as I, With fear, we wrought them, Afraid we'd be left to rot without them. "No man is an island" said someone. But we are, Floating, Weighted, Treading, Storm waters, currents, possibilities, Any direction, No direction, No shorelines, No light, Let alone an end to the tunnels we've dug out, And lost our souls in. In an ocean wide oblivion we reach for the smallest commiserations, you sought my condolences, Grasping onto me for one steady breath, And in what looked to you like your grip slipping, Drowning without meaning, I saw a slight slip, in a battle, With a heaviness as ingrained as the need, To survive, To swim out to open sea. But honesty begs me to tell you, I never was a swimmer, And I can only loose so much ground, Before I, myself, start to drown. Maybe, when your feet next touch, I won't love in the form of metaphors, Until then, I'll see your vastness, raise you a lostness, And challenge you, to a race through everything, Life can throw in our faces, To change us, Amaze us. And maybe, just maybe, I'll see you on some sunny day by the water, Somewhere, Drifting to me, Finally in awe of the undertow, You fought, For so very long.

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Evidence may demand a verdict. But have you verified its credibility? What do you know? How do you know what you know? What are the parameters which have been set? Who has set these parameters? Many thoughts are nothing more than mere wishful thinking and flights of analytical fancy. But listen-up, my contemporary brothers and sisters of our planetary sibling beauty - epistemology is questionable. The world is full of non-believers, half-believers and make-believers. Is there another category which escapes my shallow attention? Please enlighten me. I humbly seek your wise counsel. I will defend you, despite the false allegations of your very personal prosecutions. Plausibility is not always as she may seem to appear.

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC

david-barr

Prosecutory Perceptions

Evidence may demand a verdict. But have you verified its credibility? What do you know? How do you know what you know? What are the parameters which have been set? Who has set these parameters? Many thoughts are nothing more than mere wishful thinking and flights of analytical fancy. But listen-up, my contemporary brothers and sisters of our planetary sibling beauty - epistemology is questionable. The world is full of non-believers, half-believers and make-believers. Is there another category which escapes my shallow attention? Please enlighten me. I humbly seek your wise counsel. I will defend you, despite the false allegations of your very personal prosecutions. Plausibility is not always as she may seem to appear.

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The human rules not yet defined, Thousands of years of prosecutions and elaborated speeches --- all individual interest --- hypocritical ******** No path defined. Truthfully there is no universal law except for freedom regarding freedom untangled and pure. Yet , there is no purity only control over power over people over fools over a degrading society played like a chess game for fun of our fear king is the only piece standing still. I though will submit like a pawn trembling blind to its core sacrificed effortlessly as the queen is, too, used ignorant! What's left is to laugh --- like a ********* exposing this invisible ****** under gods' noses Who cheerfully feast on human flesh.

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Apr 28, 2017

Apr 28, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC

david-da-cunha

Fairy tales and joyful gambling

The human rules not yet defined, Thousands of years of prosecutions and elaborated speeches --- all individual interest --- hypocritical ******** No path defined. Truthfully there is no universal law except for freedom regarding freedom untangled and pure. Yet , there is no purity only control over power over people over fools over a degrading society played like a chess game for fun of our fear king is the only piece standing still. I though will submit like a pawn trembling blind to its core sacrificed effortlessly as the queen is, too, used ignorant! What's left is to laugh --- like a ********* exposing this invisible ****** under gods' noses Who cheerfully feast on human flesh.

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I've always been lost: In my thoughts, in actions; So it seems, a wanderer I've been. I've strayed no matter what be the cost, No matter what I face, endless prosecutions; More than meets the eye, I've seen. A conflagration in frost, Nothing more than a raging vexation, Of the extreme, nowhere in between; The words I've used, I've disgraced, Of no form, of no beauty, Such of that my carelessness; Such of the wrist vandalised, razed; As for the love turned pity; Such for resolves, spineless; As of the words, played, As the truth grow vague yet dainty; This is to the reality I digress.

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Jun 28, 2018

Jun 28, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC

paene-vivit

Is To Err Human?

I've always been lost: In my thoughts, in actions; So it seems, a wanderer I've been. I've strayed no matter what be the cost, No matter what I face, endless prosecutions; More than meets the eye, I've seen. A conflagration in frost, Nothing more than a raging vexation, Of the extreme, nowhere in between; The words I've used, I've disgraced, Of no form, of no beauty, Such of that my carelessness; Such of the wrist vandalised, razed; As for the love turned pity; Such for resolves, spineless; As of the words, played, As the truth grow vague yet dainty; This is to the reality I digress.

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The nurse glared at me With eyes Like needles tensing every muscle in my body Her voice projected “Within the past year, have you had *** with another man?” Do cows moo? Is water wet? I’M A GAY MAN Can you go a whole year without *** Nurse Turned away by the nurse I walk home dejected Reflecting on my body Dissect me, Nurse Coronal Sagittal Transverse You will find that We are one in the same kind Blood brothers Blood sisters Bathing in the same pool of life Swim Float Tread Cleanse in the blood bath But no The Nurse Pouring poisonous prosecutions into the placidity Leaves me to drown in the slimy slander “I am not poison! I am not less! I am not the labels you continuously condemn onto me!” Let me bleed for another’s breath Nurse, Look at the parched patients Surrounding this body of blood Vessels yearning, screaming to be quenched Blood Blood Blood Take me Use my healthy privilege So you can live another day Nurse, nurse, nurse Aid and AIDS Two separate entities Me Forced into association with the demon Promiscuous sodomites of hell I melt before you Provide the aid they need And Jesus said, “This is my blood of the covenant Poured out for many”

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC

tyler-park

Take Me

The nurse glared at me With eyes Like needles tensing every muscle in my body Her voice projected “Within the past year, have you had *** with another man?” Do cows moo? Is water wet? I’M A GAY MAN Can you go a whole year without *** Nurse Turned away by the nurse I walk home dejected Reflecting on my body Dissect me, Nurse Coronal Sagittal Transverse You will find that We are one in the same kind Blood brothers Blood sisters Bathing in the same pool of life Swim Float Tread Cleanse in the blood bath But no The Nurse Pouring poisonous prosecutions into the placidity Leaves me to drown in the slimy slander “I am not poison! I am not less! I am not the labels you continuously condemn onto me!” Let me bleed for another’s breath Nurse, Look at the parched patients Surrounding this body of blood Vessels yearning, screaming to be quenched Blood Blood Blood Take me Use my healthy privilege So you can live another day Nurse, nurse, nurse Aid and AIDS Two separate entities Me Forced into association with the demon Promiscuous sodomites of hell I melt before you Provide the aid they need And Jesus said, “This is my blood of the covenant Poured out for many”

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