"pursuance" poems
A yearning she cannot fathom
A whole 'nother level, she was mind blown
Hoping to blind herself with deception
Perpetually drowning in confusion
Said that she would never again be ****** with your sorcery
So everyone told her to be extra wary
But I guess that's a quality she lack entirely
Now she's drowning in confusions, perpetually
She never planned a pursuance
Though the force is strong, 'twas only a nuisance
She saw your face, she was caught in a trance
Perpetually drowning in confusion, an abundance
This animal is in dire need of suppression
And so she did, filling herself with depression
But then the prey showed a different sign of intention
Now she's perpetually drowning in confusion
Your sudden interest seems unfitting
Could it really be? So close to believing
It opened more, showed more, she's heeding
In perpetual confusion, she is drowning
She was taken aback, this impossibility
Yet you opened it wider, the eventuality
Or so she was led to believe, the absurdity
The confusion is drowning her in perpetuity
Doubts, doubts, doubts were running
In her head, seconds from wilding
But you calmed her fears, ever growing
Deeper in perpetual confusion, she's drowning
With every positive response of yours
She was driven crazy, hoping for more
For a moment, it felt certain, she was sure
Perpetually drowning in confusion, no more
Now her true self was put into question
For the longest time, involuntarily shunned
Is she truly worthy of this identification
Perpetually drowning in confusion
She was quite lost in traffic
The signals were all but messed up
Wandering around like some lunatic
She's clueless of what's true enough
Perpetually drowning in confusion...
You were a swimmer...
Yet you never even bothered to save her.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Before my eyes is the war dance, the armies of light enact,
is this, one inane madness or pursuance of a vision divine?
what makes me lose my heart, to you for all the time?
White lotus of my thoughts, the blooming my every cell echoes,
we are no different, I am reminded, our union is beyond time.
Through this limitless moor, tireless miles,alone I walk,
feel your presence everywhere when the wind booms
the blazing desert sun is unforgiving, it implied this:
"I'll make him regret for his insane love, the intrepid adventurer"
even if he scorches me to death, would I ever let go of my love?"
Rain lashed, strong guests of gale pelted hailstones,
uprooted trees asked me to stop,paths became waterways,
nothing, except your face, entrenched deep in my consciousness,
was in my recall; our love,I resolved, wouldn't die, even if I fall.
White lotus of legends, in you enshrined, is my essence,
don't pretend, you are unkind and I am not in your eye shot,
for you the rules of love I'll throw to the winds, cross the river of fire,
pull out all the stops to reach you, may it be in this life or in any other .
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
A guilty pleasure of carnal exuberance
Congenital aspirations met with no defiance
I've found luxury in finding what was sought
A frivolous triumph taken with moderate pace
Though, A willful pursuance it was not
Merely a loafing fate met face to face
stares from the immoralists fronting smiles
lust takes form in the death of self denial
From the heated chase of senseless sin
Or, a marriage founded on a whim or gin
We are the hypocrisies of unconditional romances
The mindless breed of Objective contradictions
Aloof in the thought of all our un-taken chances
Content with the notion that it's willful conviction
Moving our limbs onto each other with passion-
In a not so convincing mechanical fashion
The pang of departure becomes idle and true
As the woman's desire decides on life anew
Free'd of commitment and it's anchoring pull
To set loose the labours of a dwindling kiss
Where compassion lay ready and yearns to be full
cleansed of the sound from the victims cold hiss
Echoing through the basin of his darkened prison
The hatred and spite of the fallen has risen
To find meaning in sorrow and his empty feeling
Distraught in the rhetoric she left for his healing
Mocking the hollow cadaver left scarred and alone
He watches the darkness slip into a vivid irony
How could the heartless turn the living to stone?
Or the simplest of notes fade into a weary eulogy?
This must be some kind of cruel joke on repeat
But, How can we laugh at the likeness of love and deceit?
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
My shadow says his heart sounds different
Words to assuage whatever pain this causes evade me
However I am somewhat loathe to enter
Into a Socratic dialogue with my shadow
Only to be aware if imperceptibly
That his knowledge of such far outweighs mine in the balance
So I say nothing change the subject
My shadow raises a question
Interrogating me on my pursuance of its form
It probes me as to why a fifteen-year-old boy peruses him
Forever questioning about his purpose and mine
These questions I cannot answer, now look bewildered
Blushing even in the presence of my shadow
But he smiles for he knows my thoughts and my actions
After all he is me
But I know his contagious affirmation of myself
Feel his warm glow his imperious perfection
His desire the need to accommodate his want
I reduce myself to his wondrous allure
Feel the ripples of a soft capricious breeze enticing me
I succumb gladly to its seductive enchantments it seduces me
I allow it to overcome my being
Then as so many times before we become one
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 11:21 AM UTC
Why do we laugh at 'cartoons,'
other than because they are funny
Is it the hopeless pursuance of...
catching a Tweetybird.....or
a Roadrunner.........or
Yosemite Sam outwitted by a rabbit....or
Michigan J. Frog singing "Hello My Baby!"
Think about it-
we are laughing at ourselves -
After all, it's their human traits and foibles
we gave them......that make us laugh.
"Blame it on Aesop, he started it!"
r. riddle: September 01, 2016
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
I was in a ****** bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I’d done.
Darting furiously…
Through city streets,
Running, running,
For something I’d done.
My companion hailed,
And stopped a bus,
Its metal doors flew open,
For something I’d done.
Had to get to them,
Had to get through them,
Under furious pursuance,
For something I’d done.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
They say there's crystal lurking at the end of the maze.
Friends told you of its glint in the autumn sun.
It's luring you to find it.
Taunting you to ****** it.
To give it a steal.
To give it a go.
Or steal to get it.
This crystal, it's not beautiful.
It's evil.
Crystal ****
Claws in.
You're caught.
Little chance of mortal escape.
Death in pursuance.
Chasing of the soul of the innocent.
Spurred on by influential peers.
Peers seemingly cool.
Follow their path.
Now who's the fool.
(C) Livvi
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Can I please read my own mind
Why is it I feel nothing?
A colossal milestone ahead of me
It's only a matter of time
I have dreamt about this day for years
I strongly feel like I am where I have always been
I deluded myself into thinking that after this triumph everything would fall into place
And yet here I am, the castle I built in the air fell down on top of me and crushed me
The cruelty of the mind and it's illusion of choice
Everything is out of my hands now
The pursuance of my dreams diminished what I already had.. Who I was
Everything I do is never good enough for me, gnawing hunger to succeed and be what I should be eating me up inside
Constant state of unrest
I cannot turn back, I'm gone
How did this hollowness find me and why do I cherish it on most days.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Time and Wind raced the wallowing skies,
speeding past spiraling leaves,
glorying triumphal in veiled in lies,
an interminable pursuance of meandering
through mystical myths of life
lopsided and rustical in guise,
hung up on the horizon gates;
"I'm no confluence for commingling
for opposites merged with binds"
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
In receipt of penance posted,
As in a love letter,
Hosted, from a flower bud,
left rolling in the mud,
Letter screams,
I love you,
From in it's purple haze,
Lifted up and dropped me,
All in one day,
You gave me your heart,
I threw it away,
As ancient trash,
I wanted romance,
You led me a dance,
Was a rash decision,
Chasing on a mission,
A fight to flight,
When passion bites,
With vampire fangs,
One who never writes,
not poems anyway,
Pen chases pen,
In pursuance scarlet,
Drowning in blood,
As vessels spill!
I cared once,
Not anymore,
You used me as your rampant *****
Saw you during day preceding,
Realised where I stood,
At last ,
First sweet fellow,
Here I leave you firmly in my past!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Chasing dreams.
You know what it means?
Hot in pursuance,
Rainbow chaser.
Smiling faces.
Crock-pots full up with gold.
It was only when I saw him.
A perfect specimen of a young man.
An Asian Adonis.
He was sat on the bus in front of me.
Perfect build, marvellous smile,
Everything fitted.
His eyes caught mine.
He stimulated me.
Sadly just my pen.
It took me all day to write this.
Sadly realising,
I'm ancient in comparison.
Such is life.
He looked at a young woman with scarlet hair.
Did I care, of course I did.
I wouldn't let it show though.
Today I write my silly words.
Just to let you know.
Don't know if you noticed me.
I sure as hell did, did you?
If you were on that bus about half past nine.
You won't remember me,
You were just today's inspiration.
Revel in the attention,
Hope you're flattered,
By she to whom, you'll never matter.
(c) Livvi MMCV
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
What my soul need
What I need
desire is same?
or some divergence
*One question
So many answers
Do the answers precise?
equitable with the truth?*
Some doubts
So many doubts
Enormous ambiguity
None equity
*Every one trying ..….investigation
unknown solution for the same question
Huge attempt, so many life spent,
In search of explanation, but no satisfaction*
Each answer brings ……..many complications
often changing desire more, more and more admire
On every dawn when sun smile
all past efforts become futile
*I found myself on the same crossroad
initial point, where I had started
Most of the life passed away in search of the need of my soul
or myself or both of us*
Some times I felt
My soul and me are the synonyms of each other
but soul is immortal, never vanish
than what about this body?
*Is it me? or I am the soul?
this confusion always prevail
All efforts I m doing since I came on the earth
are meant for skeleton and none for soul*
Physical structure will parish in days to come
but I will remain as a soul
The earth n nature is for tangible body
self realization is for our soul
*What efforts I did in past, to nurture the soul?
Truly speaking…..Really nothing
no efforts…barrenness
whatever did meant for skeleton*
That will perish with time
Time..
Yes,
*Some time..
still in hand
Which can be utilized
In pursuance to achieve the goal*
In true spirit, whole heartily
In right direction..
with full enthusiasm
for acquiring that I need
*Yes the absolute need
that is happiness, everlasting happiness
Infinite Endless, limitless- timeless
always exists…never perish*
Eternal peace immensely illuminated
Synonyms of god almighty
Endure within me being the integral part of divinity
I realize myself in my soul
*Only need is
True Happiness
I need nothing less than
True Happiness*
deovrat-22.08.2014 (c)
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
How can I begin to explain
This sudden rush of happiness?
It's not something I try to feign,
As far as I'm concerned, I'm blessed
To be overcome with all this
Blissful wonder swirling inside
Of my tender heart that had missed
The feelings it was sure had died.
I'll embrace the glorious joy
I've inexplicably found!
It surely seems not like a ploy
In which I'm trying to be bound.
Nevertheless, I feel quite nice.
In this splendor, I'll be basking.
It's quite the opposite of a vice,
I needn't resort to any masking
Of all this bright, splendid delight.
Still in my sight, I see the light
Despite any past forms of plight;
Its pursuance still feels so right.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
My Body - in quest of pleasure
My heart - seeking for love
My soul - in pursuance of Solace
They say the amalgamation of these forms my existence..
Deciphering this code will get me closer to brilliance
why to strangulate by sticking them together with a thread
When they all have different paths to tread?
Set them free..
Let them all reach their destiny...
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
Travels through your bones-
first slowly, then builds up a steadier momentum.
At instances, striking when least expected,
overcoming people as they adapt to the conversion
of seasons.
Shifting from very hot, to a bitter chill,
eventually stepping into a cozy fall breeze.
Absolute balance between, supple winds,
and contented warmness.
Crows cawing, squawking,
uninterrupted-
perched upon black tightropes connecting wooden poles,
that are their homes. Gliding through New England air,
swooping down-
scavenging brown earth in pursuance of nourishment.
Raisin' a ruckus, as sunrise's alarm clock, awakening
us to day's dawning.
Evening enters the scene-
skies with the bluest glow,
encompass our yard with warm
embraces.
Chirping of crickets comes through
screen,
a choir with harmonies so rich,
their melodies sooth the night-
with lullabies writ by nature's own hand.
Ever increasing twilight as daylight fades into night,
blankets tallest trees-
with a soot-colored quilt-
provoking nighttime's celestial sphere,
to appear more rapidly.
As blue converts to darkness,
I'm reassured by a fuzzy green blanket,
wearing an older sweatshirt
with an eagle and town signature on it,
that once belonged to my father.
Autumn nightfall-
unfolds like a prayer,
at each day's close.
Season of serenity,
caressing evening and day.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
There are moments when my breath escapes.
It runs so fast it's vanished.
Crashes into the looking glass.
Leaving nothing but, wipe away marks.
It knows it's needed.
Surely it does.
Can't catch it.
None left to blow out the candle.
Breath has a purpose in staying alive.
In rapid pursuance, a chase initiated.
Old paper packets.
Crisp ***** brown.
Virginal white.
As a child they burst well.
Bang.
A paper bag a useful tool.
Steals the panicking from this anxious fool.
(c)Livvi
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
To get up from the chair without rocking would help said she.
Stiff as a board.
Rigid physically.
Not rigid mentally.
Flexible, being indignant.
Age in pursuance rapidly.
So tight chested, she can't run away.
Catch me if you can says she.
Of course I will says he.
You have no choice.
No way on the planet will you ever beat me.
For he is age.
(c)Livvi
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Hope, a crude thing:
People who possess it, end up losing it due to pursuance of an objective centralized on solely having Hope.
Hope: A cruel thing,
That tears things away from those who wish for it.
Hope: A villainous thing,
That can be existent and absolutely unrealistic.
Hope: A false thing,
That we imagine to console ourselves that there is a reason to go on.
Hope: A lie,
We tell to those we love to get the point across that we will always be with them.
Hope: An ugly lie disguised as a beautiful truth.
Was the saying not with beautiful lies and ugly truths?
It seems that Hope is a shapeshifter,
As well as a master of deceit.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
wondering if i'd done enough to keep myself happy,
this constant pursuance of happiness always just out of my grasp,
i'm still reaching and searching for something.
i want to be so much more than i am,
and i'm not sure being anymore will bring me the peace i want
so desperately, nor will it fulfill, i'm sure.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Tomorrow is never quite that certainty
And today’s a rumour from yesterday
Left over from some time just flown
Always re-emerging in another name
Where everything remains much the same
Rearranged inside another time frame
Compounding moments into a frenzy
Beyond the reach of our karmic odyssey
Narrow minimalism constricts our liberty
Reducing thought to a cypher of negativity
Trapped in a prism of fates consequence
Moving in straight lines by sheer necessity
Or compelled by force of circumstance
Robbing us of our capacity for generosity
Reducing soul to restrictive insignificance
Is perhaps the greatest crime of the century
Shuffling sideways backwards and forwards
Along constant corridors of disappointment
Life becomes that maze of bewilderment
Consumed by the gravitational pull of tedium
Plundering each imagination of nourishment
Shredding it in the pursuance of indifference
Demanding each soul’s utter compliance
Before the altar in a mall of insignificance
Infatuated by the trappings of materialism
Things destroy each souls loving humanity
Rendering useless our capacity to beauty
While some things remain changed the same
In a blizzard of repetitive indifference
We forget what used to inspire us deeply
Looking hopefully in every mundane mirror
We seek our inner selves in two dimensions
Each soul is possessed of such sweet beauty
Transcending ignorance and the iron inertia
With the golden hope of a living aspiration
Raising our dreams beyond our imagination
Beyond the realms of such unparalleled bliss
Waiting for the touch of our embracing kiss
Obscurity within may be a night-time seeker
There is no greater truth than the dawn of beauty.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC