"ratify" poems
I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
The clouds will be the shed
of my fears, my feet will walk
across the horizon; no one
can defy me beyond these boundaries
for here in my life, my story
I am the protagonist.
The rivers will dry. But dreams
will never falter, for if love
is the nuisance, I shall bury
it deep in the ocean. Then without guffaws,
I can vacate freely to the aspired place.
I whine. I cry. I fight.
Everything will be colored so perfect
except my shadows (beautiful lies
are my only enemies). In this
borrowed time, I will ratify myself's
journey to be better than the best
for my choice is my destiny,
for I am the protagonist.
People. I let them criticize me.
I let them purchase my real worth.
I let them discover the other side of my being;
I will bring tomorrow today, and rainbows
shall stand still in the midst of frozen rains
for here in my life, my story
I am also the antagonist.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 1:37 AM UTC
Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy.
Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy.
Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy.
Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy.
Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly.
Rambling rambling
trying to
say….
…what.
What is…what is…this world…but a tiny little thing.
A speechless infant. A cowslip in spring.
A girl. Who I am…? A…
Thing. A thing. Imagine! If I can…
When everything is vast. No words, no way.
No truth, no words. No way.
No truth, no words. No way.
No truth, no words. No way.
To say…
I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I am a girl wandering in April.
I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April.
I’m 70 and I’m wandering in April. I’m 70.
Who…a cowslip
An IV drip.
Me, wandering with no words.
Then, brain
working down
the whole machine
no, just the mouth
to verbalize and verify
and analyze and clarify
and organize and ratify
and formalize and justify
the vacancy
of vibrations
in my vox box.
complacency
of situations
until one talks.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Heart of darkness
transcend some light
you confused the body and soul.
Heart of darkness
your youthful years
were gracious and gleaming
you loved with gregariousness.
Heart of darkness
blindsided by tainted love
it saturated the body and soul
Heart of darkness
forgive and forget
ratify a truce with love,
Let love in.
Heart of darkness
bruises heal in time
in love there is fear
however, perfect love
casts aside doubt.
Heart of darkness
sadness interferes with hope
we were saved in this hope
hope that is seen is not hope
leaving only trust.
Heart of darkess
the essence of hope
the secret to victorious living
lies in seeing good
in every situation that comes into our lives
Heart of darkness
Let love in....
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
Humble beginnings
To the bitter ends
Frantic boot heels
Optical illusions
The **** of a joke
Last but not least
Whatsoever
Then again
Telegram a trigger word
Dangle from an umbilical chord
Eat the placenta
As the deadlines fluctuate
And the ambivalence
Is sealed in a canopic jar
It's experimental
Mental experiences
It's elemental
exemplary mentality
It's explicit
To solicit
The illicit
And go ballistic
-Tommy Johnson
They're so generous
To call me and my work sui generis
I'm just inter-being
To learn from ignorance
By my own volition
To achieve total consciousness
"Of all the nerve you sure got a lot of some of it"
Coming from oblivion
Ideas composing
The appreciation
Imagination turn into materialization
Expand and contract
The sensation of feeling
We crave and we cling
Becoming, we're born
A phase, we age
Sickness and death
Cessation, ratify or deny
Die gratified
These are the type of things we discussed in the Agora, all those times ago
-Tommy Johnson
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Eftsoons, thee would fain depart and chasten thy chance
Meseems to be fond of thou beloved with fears:
Harken thy anacreontic jovial at once,
For whosoever conveys love shall drown on tears.
Thee may not ratify affections I bestowed;
Each morn may bring no reasons to behold the sun.
Yon enigmatic events has come and winnowed
Beseech, to cease the fires, afore thy love has gone.
Somehow, blossoms will wither, as rivers will dry
Mayhap, thy heart I own shall be shattered in twain,
Welkin rings, pearls cannot retrieve ev'ry goodby
Maimed and futile; whence, no one can withstand the pain.
If these velvet ropes would seize thine eyne twixt the thrill,
Utter prayers, for Heaven would burn me in hell.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
It is a fallacy we all believe.
As we vehemently exclaim six words
to prove the chastity of our thoughts,
to fill our pride with self-validation,
to ratify our existence with falsehoods.
"The Devil made me do it!"
"The Devil made me do it!"
I bitterly laugh at your blundering gaucherie,
as you lay blame on an eons old transgression,
as you smote the sinnerman flying with flames,
as you called him out for your own actions
impassioned by heresy.
Impassioned by heresy
You sought to relieve yourself from perdition;
brought upon by perjury declared,
brought upon by authenticated truths,
brought upon by the duplicity,
of your favored reverent ideologies.
Of your favored reverent ideologies
which is to laud your skirmish against evil
in order to remove yourself from auburn eternity,
in order to induct you as a citizen of argent fields,
in order to orchestrate contempt towards another?
Is there no truth to you?
Is there no truth to you
now that perfidy imputes your entirety?
as you declaim in front of paradise lost,
as you coerce to regain what is rightfully deprived,
as you throng duress by intoning your delusion:
"The Devil made me do it!"
"The Devil made me do it!"
Its recurrence is maddening to Him
while you, in all your sentience, chose to act unbecoming,
while the celestials perched on your shoulder bawl,
while He that you blame does absolutely nothing.
It is a fallacy we all believe.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
elections cannot
inconvenience me, they
ratify my will!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
The Classic (Horror)
*********************
You dumb
Don't know how to do this?
You fool
Don't know what it is?
You ********
You don't know anything
Waste of a life
I wondered if
I'm good for at least eating.
He's your master
And THAT is his masterpiece
What have you got to show?
Go to him again.
Wait till he ratify you
My father brainwashed
Determined, I went back to the sir
I want to have my masterpiece
And soon I did have
My masterpiece
Not one.
Not two.
But many.
MASTERPIECES!!!
Since then
My master wasn't seen
By none
Any doubts?
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
They never should have let me out of the box,
these harnesses are coddled in rust and will never do,
I nearly have an arm free now.
Tis the bloodlust,
the ever recurring,
I cauterize so sickly raptured and recoiled,
vile animal reveling beneath fang and flesh.
Tis the beast wrought beneath this parchment bearing,
what is left of mortal means
as the morals feast upon the limbs and lungs of one another.
Ever screaming,
my memories wrench and tear,
torn in ribbons splayed from lung to tissue.
My demon slaughters the remnants packed and hid way
in corner and shadow,
ideals and sockets of life scratch and rip
across the flesh of the air as their lungs flood so violently,
doused in creamy blood liquid.
I die so sullenly,
so intrepidly,
dripped in god’s sunlight beams,
bathed in crackling spine and broken butterfly wings.
I writhe not in brain fractured grenade shrapnel,
not felted amongst iron clad bomb shards,
I lie so serenely,
stomach basking in sun beam,
I bite and suckle upon such succulent fruits of flesh,
human meat and such soft hips of lustful imps,
so untouched and littered in my most precise of bite marks.
I stake claim to the everest of fiendish hues,
chains so kin to my sins,
mind so ravaged in demonish,
all thought is mother to acts so sickly in hellish cravings,
I seek no retribution for ideals so crimped and carved through my bones.
All is relative to one’s fiendish benevolences.
I take care to ratify my most ancient of antiquities,
the very blood line that so racks this mortal sense of the human reality.
This evil is ever bearing and eternal lasting,
nor it’s will softened.
Shackles crease and crinkle
so fondly with every sickly furnished breath.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 4:56 AM UTC
Her body was a holy divine
It's grace could embrace
The Prince charming
I can't ratify
But those bangles
Could surely prettify
Her heart was maiden and pure
I can tell you for sure
Curly messy hair
Embellished her fair
Her body
What she once adored
Now what she abhor
Her modesty was
Outraged by his all labour.
It was her fault
That she charmed
Him thought he wouldn't harm.
Her naked legs
Evoked his passionate lust
Soon she found him in bust
With his virilescent crust
Her body was left to rust.
She could have been wooed
He taught she's a moo
He may have seen
Her bare feet in yahoo.
Her temper,her ego
Were surrendered to him long ago.
His demoniacal laughter
Which she couldn't bluster.
She Dreamed and prayed for
First kiss
First love
A moonlight dinner
In decent manner.
Preserved her womanhood
For love of her life
But demons crave
The lonely brave.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I just wrote a Constitution
Amendment One says no pollution
Three and Four ban prostitution
The penalty's electrocution
The people cry for retribution
I can't think of a solution
***** those anti-federalists
I hope they develop monster cysts
And writhe and scream and slash their wrists
I'll pound their face in with my fists
They'll be sorry they made me ******
These stupid states won't ratify
This document; I don't know why
I bite my lip and want to cry
I don't know why I even try
I'll mash them into pretty pie
I hope they die and die and die
So sign this pretty pretty please
I'll kiss your feet and shine your knees
But only if each state agrees
To sign this hodgepodge of decrees
Excuse me now, I have to sneeze
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
espy me now,
vivify me now,
beautify me now,
satisfy me now,
gratify me now,
tumefy me now,
mollify me now,
clarify me now,
classify me now,
sanctify me now,
immortalize me now,
deify me now,
rubify me now,
crucify me now,
mummify me now,
reify me now,
codify me now,
ratify me now,
glorify me now,
magnify me now,
mystify me now,
minify me now,
justify me now,
stultify me now,
stupefy me now,
falsify me now,
nullify me now,
villify me now,
vitrify me now,
calcify me now,
ossify me now,
fossilize me,
forget me
and
walk away.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Executive- My powers are absolute,
thus I am totalitarian.
The legislature and judiciary
are each subservient to my whims.
I pass my bills with attendant
compliance, and interpret my own
terms as the law.
I shut the doors of compassion,
I am very deeply elusive.
I give no room at all to dissent.
I get bloated with the treasures of the nation.
In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze
my way back to my incumbent status.
And when four multiplies two, I impose
a minion to cover my ills.
Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent.
I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent.
I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation.
I always my selfish treaties ratify.
I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses.
I seek the redress of constituents' grievances
to enlarge my pocket's size.
And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp.
Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap
if you are a top notch,
whilst I withdraw the distributive
and restorative from insolvents.
I base my interpretations on business
interests,
and make laws for the interests of
a cabal.
Equity and rights are only in my
constitution stated.
But in reality they are no more
than abstract twins.
The sacred laws of our national prospectus
I serve as a weak custodian of,
and weaker still in the face of political
heavyweights.
But with all the lofty responsibilities
I am reverently saddled with,
I can do nothing more than
empower bigwigs because I am weak,
and they are powerful.
Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 5:29 PM UTC
Glory to astonishing me ,
grasped my attention and full filled me
Tampered with my emotions , diluted me
Shattered a fractured heart , please rescue me
Questioned my ability to love thou left me
To Re live a corroded memory
Slowly but surely u become my enemy
Trust no one and live slowly but surely
Give me attention and ratify My --albee
Shall gain my facts to settle my envy
--heart
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Let me ratify this information to you.
I feel it's just knowledge you need to know.
As I list ten reasons to love you so.
Your heart.
If others had just half of what you have.
I feel this would be a better world.
This is reason number one.
Your soul.
I hadn't met anyone close to caring the way you do.
It must be the quality deep within you.
This is reason number two.
Your brain.
Your intelligence level is high recommendable.
You have guide me through mistakes I failed to see.
This is reason number three.
Of my ten reasons
When you focus we accomplish so much more.
Much more then I ever thought was possible.
Your sweet personality.
Rubs off on those surrounding you.
It's hard to be cruel within your company.
This is my reason number four.
Your faith.
Your beliefs are beyond questioning.
That being faithful is a godly blessing.
This is reason number five.
That when we walk by faith.
Our hopes comes alive.
Your strength.
It stands out in your support.
You don't lose hope.
When things gets rough.
This is reason number six.
Of my ten reasons.
Your Angelic presence.
Your head might be missing a halo.
It doesn't stop your anointing from showing..
This is reason number seven.
Your smile.
People question you about it.
Except you're so proud of it.
This is reason number eight.
Make no mistake.
I simply adore it.
Your kindness.
No one I've met.
Have shown your kind of forgiveness.
This is reason number nine.
And reason number ten.
Is simply because you love me.
Why should I work to keep you happy?
Let this sink it
And if you need me too.
I'll repeat it again.
All my ten reasons.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 49
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I ain’t an adept drinker,
When I see deep in your gleaming eyes.
I instantly become an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
I don’t gulp or pile the unique wine,
When I glimpse your moisty lips,
I miraculously found a vine cellar;
All by myself’ in your lips,
Oh My Dear Love!
Generously allow Me’
To unanimously ratify,
As an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
Therefore willingly I can soak.
In your eyes myself, As;
A confirmed drunkard,
Oh My Dear Love!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
*I will embrace this night and ratify our love,
Expand the Universe.
I shall lather the oldest stars at your body,
Imagine they were true fruits to be kissed,
And slither to the tree of your touch.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
He’s stumble-hungry,
& ****** to the sky
manifest destiny
in her naive eyes
Yet amongst the
ethanol mirrors
and heavy smoke,
this sharply curious
array of odd pieces
begs the question:
I am not vestigial, am I ?
Posing some lovely injury,
he bares his hands-
& in his silence,
he admittedly fails to ratify
I am, I am
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
Fruits of my existence causes a sensation to ratify my soulful being.
A feeling so warm and so deluxe that I fail to contain it in entirety.
While I may misunderstand aspects of this mystery I continue to ponder,
I do entertain keeping faith.
A great deal of gratefulness for love and lust as it pumps gracefully through my heart,
Leaving me incapable of discovering a detainer of joy.
She's known to have many flaws,
But I mustn't exceed an investigation of what they are to be.
Life, she's such a beauty.
A beauty no man should take for granted.
For I am a man she treats with royalty and favoritism.
I do not dare question why it is me,
That she adores so dearly.
Flowers bloom in April,
A month of my debut on Earth.
I'm blessed by god and the angels above,
With a lack of remorse and fear.
I'll shamelessly thank whomever is responsible,
For this happiness I've been gifted this year.
No being should challenge the strength of her power,
It is I who can appreciate the loveliness about her,
And will forever hold a smile when she stumbles across me.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Tell me if I intensify or ratify or eclectically
de-sastisfy or ******* lie or
**** me and stratify artistically mortify
I wanna cry and bend this whole **** thing
over to arithmetically magnify
geometrically articulate and situate
the intensity of the diametrical
opposites
******** the whole ****** thing
claim the reasoning as my own
when it came from
my muse.
Say with me...
Is this real?
can I prove one theory
one thing I know
is I am
deaf and dumb.
Just seemingly
revolving waiting
numb.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Your pessimism is poisonous
Your apathy a drug
That I inject into my eyeballs
And try to call it love
I hate the way you frown at me
When you smile at your friends
Your curly hair is a bouncing castle
I can't wait for your empire's end
I try to wallow in your silence
Love you in your wall of hate
When you're sad because your boyfriend left
In a tirade of hate
I cry crystals of despondence
As you whistle your world away
I try to love you from the outside
And when I go in, you don't let me stay
I feel you text me just to pacify me
To hold in my cries and ratify the inappropriate banter that I'm scribbling
My fingers in your body as we're both fiddling
Diddling in your causes of danger and your mind is the manger
Where the savior refuses to lay his head
You must not be in the mood for anybody or anything
I'm just a sad little girl, there's only trouble I will bring
The ways in which you want me seem to change like the weather
Something in my head says I want us to be together
But i recall how temporary your intricate happiness is
But it all becomes irrelevant when I'm near your warm skin
-zaba
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Enemies, couriers, city-slickers avert your eyes
Heed this warning, I am troubled
I will leave you with more questions than answers
You'd be making time to take time only to waste time
I'm two bottles of wine in and I'm just getting stared
I'm down with going up against someone
I can't clarify if I am friend or foe
I can't ratify fight or flight
It is what it is
Because I said so
Sons and daughters
Keep your eye on the birdie
Time will always show you how much of an idiot you were
Being parsimonious is permissible and bereavement is a give in
I'm three bottles of wine in and I'm just getting started
I'm up for going down on someone
You'll be used, abused and misconstrued
But it will bring out your dexterity
Along with your innate abilities
You do you
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Peace & love I have to find
The probability is Israel valentines
with Palestine
I clarify through wraps of mine
A mummy tapped into his passive eye
when Sam had poisoned tap water
to pacify
Without a voice to ratify
Decalcify, buy back your mind
Business casual grab a tie
Blue collar crime gets past to slide
But just because I'm black I die
You're a human, I'm a human
Really we should have a tie
Grew up proper, finished college
Cop still popped it, **** I tried
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
You dumb
Don't know how to do this?
You fool
Don't know what it is?
You ********
You don't know anything
Waste of a life
I wondered if
I'm good for at least eating.
He's your master
And THAT is his masterpiece
What have you got to show?
Go to him again.
Wait till he ratify you
My father brainwashed
Determined, I went back to the sir
I want to have my masterpiece
And soon I did have
My masterpiece
Not one.
Not two.
But many.
MASTERPIECES!!!
Since then
My master wasn't seen
By none
Any doubts?
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC