"rationalities" poems
is it love
or the parasite ?
my pilot bulk
aims for relief
it pursues this via
your romantic correction
in public arena
a library stair
(i never prior encountered you)
one step as foreigner
the approach
and upon a swift internal pendulum
i make witless incisions
hurried mended sentences
directed stuns
invasive
i demand the compromise
of your company
hastily push at boundaries and
you're not so accommodating
but
on a further occasion
same building
we exchange a battering of conversation
that
then
matures
into barter-like use of language
despite my harassments
a civil cultivation is unearthed
tongue within this intelligence effort i lessen
loosen my demanding appearance
disregard my dignity
a skin suit about the ankles
you're open in a vein of similarity
you flesh out your own controls
we've progressed quickly
there's an aped conduct
and flashing attitudes
this time we share table space
a nearby café
we have become quite unmanned
repeated meet ups
upon humours we adjust small habits
and shake on perceptions where we overlap
it becomes
more an overlay of rationalities
than resented promises
fast time passes and
i move into your living space
i pick a wildflower
and put it in the tiny vase on your dining table
we agree on its colour
we agree on a book to make our bible material
we agree on the pitch of the tinnitus we share
the clothes i am to wear
i switch to your diet
and you cease taking medications
we sleep on your lawn like children
and bring down the night sky for comfort
during the day we wear our sleep
like a lubrication for our chores
and go about our productivity
in genuine partnership
yet
i feel we're just out of reach
of some dark harm
we are an excellent sample pair
it is all vital
we grow stronger the more we quiz it
recycling our **********
refine our agreements
await further impulses
and come closer to plug
so..
do we please love
or simply indulge a parasite ?
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Acolytes come marching in and out and in, out again
Minds befuddles, rationalities amissing, fully indoctrinated
Pathetic Dogs of Attrition dressed all in white, all in pain
Compulsive obsessives, neurotics primed and oxygenated
Scrappers at the bottom of the barrel wants unlawful gain
By hook or crook is their recourse, to that they are mandated
From rhetorics long gone and ideologies forged in days of rain
Our intrepid Confused and Acolytes are soundly medicated
Just march to left, left, left, left and we will ease all your pain
Recognize that the enemies are those that think and are educated
They all claim domain at the top, with kudos, status and fame
While you languish in closed barrels, your poor lives truncated
Those Bosses are all there because they are all Masonic inclined
Doctors, lawyers and Professionals paid cash for Degrees granted
They did no work or study, rich Daddies just paid so they claim
All those Entrepreneurs are Robbers who bankraid unarrested
Because the Police are all masonic and help/share in all the gain
The Royals are Top Mafiosas, with International links atested
So Dumb Acolytes Know the truths and fall with the wise in line
We must regain Power and march left, left so we're not left in vain
The republic shall live because it's 21 Century and we wake in time
We take all from the Secret Society and cut off all our iron chains
Begin by taunting, tormenting and harassing that ****** Wayne
The ****** Prince is the African Mafia Chief and Exploiter kingpin
Sing with me everybody
Viva la Revolution, viva la Revolution
We are clever, all in our White uniforms
We march to the left left left with our two left feet
We know our brains have left us but we go left left
Viva la Revolution, Viva la Revolution, Viva la Jinbba.
Hey! jinbba, jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbba
Sing.........
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
I am a creature of violence.
My fists are tired of fighting the deluge of rationalities and
my eyes have stared daggers too sharp for me to feel the scars.
But the blood flows ever on, and it rages and it burns and it screams.
I cannot let my anger paint my life in red and in wrath,
and I cannot let my wrongs be the reason I feel I am right.
So I promise, I will not let the fire burn through me anymore.
I had to lay down my arms one day.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
*Solitary, lie-back moments; of being in the coziest of places surrounded by the most mundane yet magical. Melancholy has a way of tinging itself with those little nuances of memory, and those little nuances of memory tinge themselves with shades of bittersweet and sad recollection over time. Silent reckonings, simplistically suppressing thoughts - all huge contradictions to the slow, natural motion of letting the waves wash over you.
Is this emotional maturity? Is this a step forward? Life is always full of too many intricacies to tell for sure.
The familiar scents of tearstains and revulsion being punctuated by the occasional flicker of light ahead; pain and perseverance, hope and the promise of heaven.
We are so full of contradictions - concrete, grounded beings yet with so many abstractions and complexities in our heads. A constant grapple, a relentless cycle. Coming back to places of washed up memories has this effect on you; but you pull through, you plough through quicksands, you pick up the small rationalities that have gone astray, and you move forward like you’ve always been doing before. It’s the only thing we know how to do.
Walk on our own, on our own two feet.
And pray that whatever knocks us down, will never be enough to sink us.*
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
There are so many things I wish I could say
So many words left unknown.
But whenever you get close I push you away.
To you I am just skin and bones.
I wish I could talk.
Wish I could let go of these insecurities.
Be rid of this fear.
But I can’t. But I won’t
Please know that it’s nothing against you.
You are innocent in all of this.
It’s me. I’m scared.
Scared to hurt you. To let you hurt me.
I know in my mind the fear is unreasonable.
But my heart, it just won’t listen.
I am no scientist.
Never have I been one for rationalities.
Instead, I stick to art.
To raw instinct.
Maybe it will just take a little time.
Or maybe it will take a little more.
But even so,
There are so many things I wish I could say.
So many words left unknown.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
Oh prairies of paradise,
why do you dwindle in our grasp?
Do you not want to share in our expansion
of democratic duty?
What would you consider the proper path,
my plants scathed in acidic dew.
Do you feel the life leave the soil?
When your roots are outstretched for a water bed no longer located under you,
will you weep your petals knowing what is to come?
I weep for you prairies.
When smoke stacks stick from our lips
do you choke on the phlem expelled from our lungs,
tempting your wilted parts?
(There is water in there, just break it down with your
leaves and find the pieces you need.)
How rational do you view these rationalities?
Oh prairie please remember we care for your beauty,
but care not how it will stay. (How long will you wait?)
You have fought mother nature,
her winds and worst droughts,
but not knowing father time,
can you comprehend the offspring that is depleeting
and cheating you?
Will you weep when the bugs stop scratching your stems?
I weep as the bees leave and the beetles begin to belch
from their green guts after ingesting your roots...
for I know what is to come.
I weep for you prairies.
When blossoms are only pictures on walls,
you will unfortunately, be too soon forgotten.
I do not wish to deliver morose messages,
only to express to the winds in my ears
that I too, howl, and push through
(sometimes a destructive path, )
forever challenging and constantly changing.
Priairies, I too will one day wilt,
my memory too soon forgotten,
My prairies, I weep for you tonight.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
See the world distinctly?
Pearls?
A kaleidoscope of memories?
Or lucidly look differently?
A beggar, or free from the constraints of Western reality?
New eyes take in all perspectives: perceptions,
Compelling new experiences: horizons.
Releasing shame; distorted distractions.
Embracing imperfections, peccadillos,
Layers of realities,
Depths, and
Rationalities.
Diversely.
Maturely.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 12:45 AM UTC
Inclination is a contagion
that affects the cerebral cortex.
Infecting other organs in a complex
method of defilement.
Once one has succumb to the influence
of this pathogen, the following
is woeful in its method
1. Heart rates do palpitate to an extreme beat
2. Part of mind isn't playing on the same spreadsheet.
3. All reactions of thought & heart aren't as discrete.
4. AWOL are the rationalities within every heartbeat.
But still those who fall foul of this moment,
do not wish for a cure even though
out of ten three prove semi-fatal for a time to these organs.
They still live,
but singular,
alone,
desolate
of what made them in pain.
But they will once again look for one who is a carrier,
to be once again infected by this moment..
I must confess that I have fell foul,
and my clock ticks with not one
but another beat..
Infection isn't as bad as I once believed.
I just hope that I contaminate her
life with more than she infected me.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
Within
The recesses of my Soul
Three words I have
To utter
In these bones of misery
Do all things
pass away?
Just know
Within my core
A fire burns brightly
For you
Though I know not
The spaces between
Your lips
That drip
myrhh and honeysuckle
These rationalities of my dreams
This day, will soon discover
The smooth outline of your body
On this sheet of paper.
Lo, and behold
I write for you
These resins
Cause heartache
Because you are not here with me
My Queen, My Life, My Love
Together, as One, Forever
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind
Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes
Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear,
The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock
They call me the cremator. Known
By the name prince of darkness
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion,
Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish,
Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though
My intent to you has never been ideationally
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
You ****** my attention away
You hide my inhibitions
Immediately and greedily
But you're not culpable
I lose all rationalities loving you
I lose all sense of self loving you
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Very, very often
people compare mental
illness to a
monster. Big, parasitic,
and life-stealing.
I wouldn't not
use this comparison
myself. Because, anxiety...
Its teeth are
cracking my bones,
peeling my skin,
closing my eyes
to the rationalities
of this beautiful,
beautiful world. I
am not, me.
My thoughts are
destructive hurricanes to
my own mind.
They dig deeper
each time, into
tiny spaces of
my brain, my
soul, and heart.
It's a dark
reality, with supposed
reasoning... but no,
it's a parasite,
growing inside my
head. I try
to think I
am good, but
all it says
is 'you are
bad'. I try
to think, they
like me, but
'*I am unlikable,
unlovable,*' in the
face of this
Earth. How can
you greet a
thing that lives
with you everyday,
let alone, how
can you say
goodbye to it.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC