"psychical" poems
You know that I am
the needed release,
the paramount sanction.
I come after
the denial of yourself.
I cause your desire for
physical, psychical, spiritual
liberation.
I alone can create you anew
by reversing the ***********
back into your core -
Forcing the nakedness and cleanliness
of holistic wedlock -
of merged bodies and souls -
of the intensity that
splits and destroys the ego.
Here in these arms and ***** -
Here in these fluids and caresses -
the holy mystery
will lovingly envelope you.
My sacred sexuality
will anoint you king.
- fr
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
You wanna make it better,
You're more like a molester.
Not psychical don't get me wrong.
But we don't even get along.
Writing everything down.
With your imaginary crown.
Nothing but a clown.
You just stare and judge,
Asking crazy questions and such.
Why do you act like this?
Hey, I don't know ****
How should I know why I act like I do,
And why the hell should I tell you?
Once trusted you just tell everyone,
About what a monster I've become.
Hard to handle, special school,
telling my parents what to do.
Hell fool, ***** you.
Test after test.
It's getting me upset.
Full of regret.
Why am I working along.
I should be ******* gone.
Trying to be strong.
Staring at the clock.
Hoping that it will stop.
Another fake smile.
I'm not worth the while.
Is what you're thinking.
Your hope is shrinking.
Mine was never there.
So why should we care.
You guys never did anything.
Wasting my time if anything.
So this one is for all the suckers.
Who ran out of luckers.
Meeting me, made you ****** up.
So don't ******* hate, just **** up.
That I'm a better person then I was.
So here is my sarcastic applause.
Cuz in the end I made it.
And you are still ****
Being 50 and talking to kids.
So I say **** the system.
Peace out, Chanice
A.K.A. another victim.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Because sometimes home
Is not so much a physical space
As much as a psychical place
I felt the way the first nomad
Must've felt the day they
Decided to stay
Home became a person
Love became a man
So to the man that had dreams
Of Duke, alligators & playing God
Please remember her
Don't forget the girl that had dreams of saving the world
Don't forget you were her world
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
in this state ...
we follow the drum
dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
it's a baseline from the numinous
rooted in the luminous
dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
it's consciousness expanding
and selfishness unbounding
dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
this thrombosis is cyclical
inspired spirals are psychical
dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 10:28 PM UTC
** *
Twenty-four hours in a day,
Though these nights feel longer as I lay.
Like an orange I wish I could peel off my face.
I count each breath, while my heart begins to race.
Coffee and lectures get me through the darkness.
This ride of emotions got me looking car sick.
Knots tied in my throat. This Boy Scout’s lethargic.
Steady sipping cough syrup to numb the harshness.
Combing through empty bags for crumbs,
Long periods of sobriety make me feel like a lunatic.
It’s crazy how you can feel homesick for years.
A *** at heart, my home is flooded with tears.
I’ve seen the light I always feel my death is near.
Headlights glaring and I’m stuck staring like a deer.
Dear world,
Will you miss me?
Will the Grimm Reaper kiss me?
Shrouded in darkness could this be the abyss I see?
On my knees praying it’s the sun I see.
On my knees praying I see a son whose just like me.
Dear Darkness,
Will you ever leave?
Am I walking through this life blind,
Because of you or because of me?
Will I see the light before my son sees me?
Is this pain that ails me hereditary?
Is it necessary?
Dear God,
Will you ever bless me?
Cease to test me?
Am I Job?
Will ailments continue to infect me?
If scientist dissect me will they find out why my heartbeats?
Dear Son,
You are my future heartbeat.
I will walk in darkness if it helps you see light.
It’s not all about strength in the psychical.
You can’t always see might.
It’s the fire in the dog that controls its fight.
I have no questions for you.
I only question If I’m doing right. * **
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
it wasn't until
the other night
that i started
thinking about
you, and how
much i wanted
to be around
you, and how
badly i wanted
to kiss your lips.
it wasn't until
i saw you with
him, that i began
feeling this feeling
called loneliness
come creeping
back into me once
again, and it's
t e r r i f y i n g .
just the other day
you were just a
little girl, playing
with barbies and
playing make-
believe, but just the
other day i saw
you sticking your
tongue down his
throat, and i never
thought i would
ever see this day.
you called it love,
but i call it lonely.
he calls love some-
thing else entirely.
love to a boy like
him is psychical,
and when he is
done, he will leave,
like the others did.
and i am so sorry
that you have to
go through that.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Do we have free will
You asked me
We do
Absolutely
Even under the dome of
the Almighty, the willpower
still exists, hiding somewhere
in our brain——
Tour de force
The great virtuosity
The strength to envision
The power to make
Our ambitions a reality
Will
So it's called
The property of mind
"The Will to Power"
Nietzsche elaborated on it
"The World as Will and
Representation"
Schopenhauer spent his
Whole life obscuring it more
Than enlightening the world
Unlike Aristotle, who had a saner
View on ethics and personal choices
But wait until Freud was here
Who took half of the gist
In philosophy with him
And made it all psychical
At least
He convinced most people
To maneuver will
We need to wade through
Dark waters
——The maze in
Subconscious, the power within
To reign, we have to know
Our mind by studying it
And practicing
For until it's free
Under consciousness
We can't wield the will still...
I wish I've showed you
My long journey
Of searching
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
My mind is reeling with thoughts
Happy memories is what I'm trying to find but once again the dark side wins and pulls me in
I can feel the ache building in my heart , and once again I'm reminded of the past
My eyes are trying to put up a fight, and the tears are desperatly trying to hold on but once again gravity does it's job and pulls them to the ground.
Words are being thrown around carelessly in my mind, like bullets shooting through me
I 'd take psychical pain over emotional and mental pain any day
The psychical pain fades with each day passing by
But the emotional and mental pain stays with you till the end of time
The world is such a beautiful place, but it's the people in it that makes it ugly
I think of what you said while shedding tears
I dig in deeper into my mind and face my biggest fear
I try standing strong as I go through the storm in my mind
Once it's finished I sign in relief
With a final question flooding my mind
"How come I forgive but never forget"
is the final thought before I close my eyes
My head sinks into the pillow and I curl into a ball
I cover my whole body with a blanket as I stifle a yawn
Black is all I see as it consumes me and takes me to a better place
And makes me forget the cold hard truth that I again in the morning have to face.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
the thing that really ***** about betrayal,
is that its always by someone you love
no matter how small or big,
psychical or emotional
it still packs the same punch
it still hurts like hell
and it still leaves you sad, broken, and alone.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
Broken in my spirit, I humbly do an inventory.
I look at my actions to see if they are of right spirit.
In the spirit of the moment, I'm whisked away from fear.
In the end I'm transformed without no one knowing wiser.
The psychical world has been on tract yet lacking in substance.
A moment in time, for me, has become years of expectation.
A longing I can't even describe on any level ever.
Not to mention the fact that everything seems a little off.
All that puts me on edge a little, feeling like expectations.
It's the only word that comes to mind as I make goals that count.
As I stand up for the next right thing, I find strength from some where.
Then it's easy to move forward, even if it's at a snails pace.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Shown off the glimpse of a piece of glass.
We see ourselves, we see each other, we see the world.
The person I see is finally starting to become recognizable,
But what about us?
The images shown as us is becoming blurry.
Salt water filled into my eyes at the thought of losing it.
Is life always win some and lose some?
Am I only starting to see myself because I’m losing the vision sight of who we are?
What we’re supposed to be.
No
Its glass.
Shatterable.
Destroyable.
Materialistically nothing.
The perception of who we are is given to us by a hand crafted thing, but what about within the eye of the beholder made by a woman's womb?
What about the humanistic perspective?
Are we going to constantly separate the idea of others because of the ideas of our own, given to us by a momentum that leaves our vision of sight in a second, if wanted?
Too see what we want is a self conscious choice of spacing out the other things,
And if we aren't aligned with what we want to see, we just aren't there yet.
Time goes by fast with the right beat
Have I found mine yet?
Who knows.
In this life, our reflection is internal and external.
Mental and psychical.
To hope that one day, if the glass disappears, we as people will not vanish too.
For we have the highest of confidence, no need for any of the materialistics.
Not even the piece of glass.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
The spiritual part of a being
the definition of soul
As the sun sets and the darkness creeps over
I'm left sitting and my mind wondering
Our souls go beyond our psychical bodies
They apart of us but us not apart of them
When we die are bodies are left to rot
But are souls continue on from what I'm taught
Staring into the depths of the nighttime sky
One can feel themselves looking but not thinking
Thinking is complex and the body doesn't like to pry
I can feel the tension built up within me starting to melt as the mind drifts and the soul wonders about
To connect with another soul brings a feeling of euphoria
The body confused the soul not
Why can I hear their silent thoughts?
Because the souls all along had a plot
The time will come when your soul connects
Your souls just haven't met
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC