"rectifying" poems
This isn't him,
This can't be the face he's left here,
This isn't the face he's used to seeing,
Solidified in the mirror.
It can't be the current one,
Or even close,
It's not at all how he recalls from the ponds he's known.
Not the one admired,
On crystal clear days,
Or the one sang with,
Through some humming nights.
Maybe his memory is just fogged up,
Maybe this reflection is just blurry from the showers,
They'd have burned others skin.
Still this can't be the face.
Not with the potholes for eyes,
Waning moons for lips,
And cliches for brains.
Or maybe things,
Maybe they do just change,
Maybe sometimes somethings sink in the earthquakes,
And are never swam in again.
Maybe sometimes there's no hope for reversal, redemption,
Or some rectifying light to right what's left,
Only hope in surviving the new.
I guess that's all there ever was.
If only he had it sooner,
He would have thrived in the old world,
Found melodies in the days and more mirror-less memories for the nights.
Only then could things be better off,
Different.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
#
*The killer
came crashing down
smashing, thrashing through.
What is tender's tender
so for itself, to do?
--As it runs
right over the top of her..
This taker.
This killer.
In the black,
now in between;
so lightless and thick..
blotting out all screams.
There is an annihilation here.
A void.
A terror.
To stay, means certain death
but to leave
also means certain death
So the d is m e m b e r men t begins
as she is ripped, completely into half
And those halves, into half..
.. into half
--into half..
into half.
And still it tears.. rips.. shreds--
Until all, in between
is nothing but black.
A black it can now pretend to fill
with all of its empty promises..
and all of its counterfeit, everything.
..And then-- just up and leaves
once it is fully satiated.*
***And for a while..
the black had something.***
*Clinging to the rocky crags
on either side of the unlit valley
are now the pieces of her--
war-torn and shuddering.
Terrified
Of the black, black empty.
Of what is now fully
and completely dark.
~ ~ ~ ~
Timmy ain't real tall
but look at his stature,
as his majestic strings dialogue
the introduction.
And Warren's gotten so fat
See him now, looking so dearly, back
at his half-pint of Chunky Monkey--
picking it back up, for the fourth time..
scraping... scraping.. scraping..
But watch his eyes light up
as Timmy looks up--
over the top
of those wild-man RayBans
And with a gentle nod, it all begins..
-- as our Warren now digs deep
into his Gibson's beautifully-wanton ways..
identifying.
clarifying.
Rectifying.
Clarence, the Magician..
Stephan-- Humble, Unparalleled
And Dave's so chill
he's part Creole.. I just know it.
So great a cloud of witness:
surrounding you, my beautiful..
coaxing you.
Identifying it all for you.*
#
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
I believed I was an immortal
Until you began opening portals
To the future and the past
To the needle and the flask
Portals that warp my mind
Like space and time
Until I dematerialize
From the appearance of lies
This portal I must climb back through
When all the lies have become true
Like when they said portals couldn't be climbed
For there are no ledges
Only pledges
Of a hatred death wish
That leaves me breathless
The portals had to be sealed
You became my quantum mechanic
The tires of the DeLorean squealed
As we abandoned my stationary driveway
And started rectifying my past
By driving forward
The portals' gravitational pull was lifted
And I could walk again
A pedestrian in paradise
Until you teleport into the rain
And I teleport into my brain
Becoming a prisoner
To thoughts that travel at the speed of light
And create a beautiful spectrum in the mirror you presented to me
I fear the day you shatter our light barrier
You'll see you're more mature
And fly away like a jet that's harrier
Because once you can see my thoughts
You'll sell all the stock you bought
You'll see I'm merely mortal
And you'll open new portals
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Enlighten Me-
I’m always underestimating self-master bating-
Graduated-
At the top of fund frustration-
My motivation needs money relations-
The contemplation of money making has my mind at a constant hating-
My breaking patience-
Has my mind like a **** relating-
Regulations of all my banking-
See my bank account disintegrating-
I’m suffocating-making payments-Late fee statements-
Debit-Credit-Cash-oking
Debit-Credit-Cash-oking
Racking bills my back is breaking-my nerves are shaking-
Shaking more than I anticipated-
Now I’m here with a life to fear-
Writing till my mind is clear-
Writing till I feel what’s real-
Writing till I seal a deal-
Multiplying-
Adding-Subtracting-and dividing-
Signing more checks than providing-
It’s suicide I’m not denying-Rhyming trying its crucifying-
Clocking in before the sun is rising Grinding flying hoping griming-living life nine to fiving-
Its re-revising-Re-defining-Rectifying-
More so that I think I’m hiding-
Killing with finical violence-Violating my banks alliance-
Maxing plastic so fantastic now I need some re-advising-interest rates have a grown man crying-Million dollars seem so un-winding-
Now I’m whining-
Constant buying-
Gas rates got me into biking-riding-fighting-
Just surviving-any discount seems so delighting-winning lotto seems o-so-righteous-buy one get one is so exciting-
Boot leg buying I ain’t lying-
Being broke is constant rewinding-It’s reminding-so relying-over drawing is my new binding-it’s confining-so I’m finding-Making takings of my disliking-Making takings that are so dang freighting-dollar scratchers are so inviting-
But this realization is so enlightening-
Moving as fast as a bolt of lighting-
I’m asking you G-d to help me like this-
I’m feeling the pain and I think I might just-
ROB ME A BANK-
BY:
RICHARD ITSKOVICH
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
She loved
the city
the night stars
the snow
She loved Love
especially
falling
in
Love
but now
feels
Nothing
not even the blizzard’s icey teeth
sinking its fangs into her skin.
To her right is the road
that She followed
to break free
of the quiet, safe life
worth anything
and everything now.
Then She looks to
the deceiving mirage
of a new start,
a bright
happy
future
filled with big beautiful towers
glowing their fake lights like amber constellations.
her fault :
believing She was strong
practically invincible
safe
and nobody could
take that away
but in one moment
all that
fragile strength
was lost.
She never asked for
the nightmares
the fear of Him
or for the responsibility of
two heart beats
but He didn’t listen,
said nobody will ever believe her
and once She found out about It
She lost
her
mind
completely.
looking down to the
rage of rapids
She places her hands on her
sick stomach
listens to the ZOOM of the
carefree cars
their sounds verifying that She is
finally
entirely
invisible.
nobody notices
her hair restless in the wind
the hem of her dress
gently kissing the steele beam
that freezes her bare purple feet.
nobody notices
when She finally escapes
when She sets herself free
and falls into
rectifying
darkness.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
The potency froths the glass in ghostly embers.
Rectifying a suppressed kiss.
Liquid's juicy lubrication sweats
as the icy voice asks,
refill my void.
Fingernails cling
like thorns to skin.
Waterlogged and fogged,
my footsteps fall,
sloppy little domino.
Mindful thoughts yank at drunk appendages.
One too many benders, far too many hands.
Awake, the memory kaleidoscopes.
Pieces unmatched.
Strange images fade,
meshed in sheets.
evidence stains.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
I wanted to find the moment when I should have known
Felt the bone-chilling cold in my soul
Yet I never saw the lights blazing, staring straight ahead
Never saw this dream of mine grow cold
So beautiful and imposing, my heart stood no chance
Of rectifying the damage that was done
All of my best intentions to forever stand alone
Were banished in the moment that you walked in my sun
Now all my dreams of perfect solitude I have tossed in the wind
From the very moment that I first saw your face
Alone as I planned, you destroyed with your hands
A splendid love you left there in its place
This bone-chilling cold I felt down in my soul
Has been replaced, with a white-hot fire of delight
My heart soars in the air and smiles with no end
As together, our two hearts, take flight
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
My wasted memory
is messing with me.
A memory where
I was left
hanging threaded
through a needle
I found in a haystack.
My past showed up and
she sent my thoughts into
a vortex of uneasiness.
I tried to reconcile
with that memory,
but it wasn’t as
rectifying as I had hoped.
Chaos surrounds the calm realm
I store the memory—waiting for
its chance to erupt and
resurrect what I wished would stay
dead.
It’s a wasted memory
for a reason—
I want it to stay that way.
She comes off as rude
and makes it obvious—
the only time she ever
makes her intentions known.
She took advantage of
my vulnerability
and left me sunk
as lost treasure.
I need to learn
to see some things
for what they are sometimes,
and that sometimes
a memory is just a memory.
I’m wasted, it’s wasted;
give me a double shot
of Jack Daniels
and let’s keep things that way.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Fume of the mystic air
flows to create
an invisible lodge
a harmonic rhythm
of knowing the other.
Sanctuary of Love
shelters the Kiss.
Received touch
makes up
points of Desire
as flesh and blood
from the etheric.
She,
A fluid transparency
made of interchangeable
unique crystalline particles
of unseen color,
Reflects
an indefinable atomic structure
Draws contours of a body
that subtly shapes along the kiss.
‘Kiss me’
is a thankful whisper
‘Play me to a oneness’
gratifies the breath
along her neck,
lips, forehead
and knees
an anechoic chamber of limpid breeze
rectifying bliss
an irrefutable awareness of joy
a gifted Unity
an honored desire
She feels the
colors of zephyr and without visualizing
grows into the derived equivalence
of emerging pinks or jutting greens
she is destined to remain as invisible as
his’… not owned - not reserved
interdependency
‘nothing stays nowhere
a thing is not received if you are not there
A blessing of the moment is everywhere
you are drawn to where and what you truly were’
As the body gets formed
miracle gets real
As miracle gets real
the body gets formed
and mutates
a lucent gate
towards a universe
so The wind can pass
At the edge
she molds
to …
…. a
……….something new
The lover the love
The now at now
senses itself
in white lines
a bridal delicacy
‘A flower’
tales say
with myriad petals
living at the edge of the universe
She reads the volatile coolness
of the warm colored
differently sized light trace that
the fumes,
the kiss ,
the breath,
the blow,
the zephyr,
the lover
has become for her
she traces
his ever expanding Trace
so that perpetually he shall progress
for the universe
while she remains
and observes
as her nature requires her to be
as their dual existence is conditioned to
as is nature’s one
unconditional
or Love’s
She, the precision of joy that he creates for
the eternal witness of bliss
Colored by divine light
of rejuvenation
of freedom
of truth
breathes
at a place beyond thoughts
at the edge of a universe.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Here it comes
the words
you want to say
but never do.
You hold them up
in your mouth.
That tongue's so red
of yours
Aren't you tired of
biting down.
So hard
on the harsh truth
You lose
like a poet
the right words
to choose
when you're rectifying
all the lying
but it's pretty when
You call me honey
And say, "it's nothing personal"
but I care for you
and I think about your face
when you say,
'Everything is fine,'
When nothing's going right.
Aren't you tired
of the blood
spat back in the sink?
How you think you're
On the brink
of discovering my secrets.
Just kiss me on the cheek
and whisper something sweet
in my ear
before saying things
I don't want to hear
I'll still listen
as long as the words
don't stop.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
taking place at bar after rare occurrence of
an early night. ordered a single whisky and tall beer.
the drunkard opposite found agreement in the random
statements i interjected between him and blonde bartender.
cheaesing his Miller to my whiskey because of false-statement
passed through these winter-warped lips. cheersing, to words
that are false belief. if only to retain him to placated stupor.
opened book of Style, left-to-right this hand underlining sentences
and rectifying the self-criticism ever present. talking louder,
'i just don't hear as well as i once could.'
he orders another but sends it to vacant chair adjacent mine.
stumbling, moving from his ritual spot. sitting, he claims
his upbringing as Southern Baptist. after i announced the
denomination to my rearing in childhood.
'you're a christian, good.' but
i don't have the heart to elaborate upon the crazed and
pantheistic beliefs i hold in truth.
'you were baptized and saved?' i lied,
for truth is my soul will burn in hell according to this man's
-- self-proclaimed sinner -- drunkenly spewed theological underst-
atments. his words slur as he falls into elaboration of Bible conspiracies.
adding a few
'fucks'
here and there,
and always in concern of his opinion of Muslims -- awkward.
my boss in background chimes; we had a similar conversation
moments before. now my words betray everything stated during
prior moment. i order another beer then excuse myself to ****
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
today i felt the need to let go.
no, im not telling you for the
sake of seeking attention.
but today i had to let go...
let go of my worries,
stresses, thoughts, insecurities
that have been engulfing me;
worsening by the moment.
so i erased it all from my mind.
only giving it the freedom
to return at any other time
any other time
but now.
because i could no longer carry
the suffocating weight of
the burden of those feelings
on my mind
my sanity was on the
brink of mental destruction,
overwhelming and no control.
so i let it out feelings and thoughts
in a way that brought with it
a limited peace card.
in the form of steamy streams of
hot torrents that manifested
the arduous pain - my bottled up
emotions and its result that
came in floods leaving me feeling
a drip of rectifying relief...
but not close to
feeling satisfied.
although to be honest
it pacified me
long enough for me
to attentively apprehend
that emotions and feelings
were tides; continuously
falling and rising
but with time
I’d be in the last stages
of my metamorphosis
I’d be in control of the tide
I’d be surfing along its waves
finally infused with tranquility
because for the first time
in what would be a long time,
i would be at peace.
-z
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Sit inside the tube of eternal thought
Hearing the train roar by
Clack clack on the steel
Erasing memories of the bleeding brain
Pick up the ribbon of sorrow
Blind yourself with nothing but temptation
Silent tears pound the pavement
Rectifying my existence with pain
Cross my emotions with rooted aggression
Tempt my fate by the tangled noose
My toes sweep the chair, tipped over
It grips my neck, one last breath
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
It’s 3am and I’m still up
Not for the usual reasons.
There’s no beasts at my door
Nary a cloud to threaten my pate with showers
Not a beat or a drop being drunk
No trains to far off snow streaked drips
Nor a silken skinned goddess thieving my sleep
With manacling locks and glazed over eyes
It’s more mundane and a lot less dramatic
Making calls to far off lands
Organising, rectifying.
Office work for the witching hours
Adulting is such fun
Yaaaay
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
The Governor apologized
But the people of Flint realized
He had pulled the wool over their eyes
With contaminated water supplies
It happened when he switched the source
From Lake Huron to the Flint River, of course
It was to save money but he now has remorse
And his voice is starting to get hoarse
And if the people needed further proof
To realize that somebody goofed
Now the lead levels have gone through the roof
And this is the naked truth
See it’s gone from bad to worst
And the damage can’t be reversed
So the people are feeling cursed
They need bottled water to quench their thirst
They’re drawing Lake Huron water once more
And that’s a good restart for sure
Although it isn’t a magical cure
Cuz the water will remain unpure
Until the water is filtered and the pipes are clean
The lead will be there albeit unseen
Negatively affecting the brains and the spleen
The people will still be betwixed and between
It was the Governor’s people they say
That made it all happen that way
And to date no one’s had to pay
For the damages or for the delay
In rectifying the situation
The people have had to be patient
Listening to their public relations
But who’s answering the allegations?
Cedric McClester, Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Silver climbing up my arm,
Sharp and twisted brings me joy,
Twisted how it is so wrong,
Twisted how my heart races like a bullet through my head
Racing, racing, always racing
Blood calms me down, brings me peace when I’m alone
The ****** lullaby I sing in my head, is scorned upon by all I love
Funny how if it didn’t leave scars nothing could stop me from playing my ****** lullaby all night long
My fingers such masters at the keys, playing crimson notes on my skin and rectifying memories of days gone by
This is my music, my song, and I lose it because of them
They cause my pain, and I try to cushion it with my lullaby
But they don’t let me
Its funny how it hurts so good,
How one song can lead to so much trouble,
And its funnier how they see me cry,
And do nothing,
But one little cut and the fear gets turned on,
So I’ll keep on singing my ****** lullaby, in secrets small and invisible,
To one day feel joy again and for once feel at peace.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
The greatest mistake
Is'nt making the greatest mistake,
But the greatest mistake
Is rectifying not a slight mistake,
For this culminates in the greatest mistake.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 7th.FEB.2018.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
The world surrounds the in’s and out’s,
the truth in the authentic locus,
Millions of people move the scouts,
in order to increase their focus.
The corrupt world,
induces to follow the tradition,
Creaming the beneficial fold,
making the submerging the verification.
Contempting the placid,
that none other would do,
Blemishing the bracket,
elaborating the déjà vu.
Alteration is necessary,
and a proximate change we need,
Admitting the weary,
was a very doltish deed.
Trepidation should be removed,
the coercion it had built,
Destroying its aged bedrock,
and the selfish guilt.
Resuming the rejuvenate change,
the mutate we devoir,
Establishing the new welkin,
and the heavens we desire.
Commemorating the new holy,
we partage our obligations,
Rectifying our contemporary folly,
by deciphering our bygone praxis.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
rectifying desires of ill-perceived intentions
because what the mind thinks it wants
is deception of pleasure
candy-coated poison
helping the vitriolic hard-pills-to-swallow go down
greens transform to intermittent reds
reflective plashes amplify a glossy atmosphere
as steamy plumes smudge colors
like the tears in my eyes
flares from passing lamplight:
an inconstant reminder bright spots of life
are just as transient and the darkest portions
losing myself between spaces separating drops on the windshield
my brain reverts to cruise-control
perhaps trapped between dreary thoughts
or weary from overexertion
hate what you are; hate what's becoming
harden your heart, grow up
there's an enveloping comfort of the dark
a cool relief from
life's limelight on total depravity
with my eyes closed, I can't see any of it
with cacophonic beats, I can't hear my thoughts
an addiction to instances untouched by time
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
Misperceiving all the earlier ruins from sentiment,
Started by discrediting feelings that mold agony.
Past excruciation of inflicted gashes led to trauma,
Triggering continuous regret on a timeline for years.
Present day disapproval is caused by painful history,
Also through existing paths which are unwelcomed.
What must be entailed is change in current presence,
Not by mending previous events that inflamed harm.
Former memories from scars rectified through coping,
A process that occurs after the era of now is repaired.
Rebuild a life based on bliss immediately with help,
Beginning new perception that heals every sad moment.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
Lonely voices tear at me,
Sibilent whispering with no end.
Caress my collarbone,
Taste every inch of the skin.
Asinine bleeding, lost on me,
Raging fire inside my skull.
Corrupting and rusting
my being inside.
Beautiful afflictions **** the mind,
Rancid and fleeting, indiscriminate.
In nobis mortuus deambulatio,
Morbus animorum detracta.
Requiem lost among the dead,
Dreamers lose hope after drought,
Rectifying the overdose.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Falling for you was the best mistake i've ever committed
And i have absolutely no intentions of rectifying it
No one increases my heart rate like you do
And i intend to keep it that way
My heart only feels for you
My mind only thinks of you
My eyes only want to see you
And my arms only want to hold you
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
"Take a look in the mirror, what do you see? All that is staring back is your reflection. A reflection of what, of who you are, or whom you use to be? Only one person can change your life and only one person can make you who you are. That person is yourself."
"Every mistake, every lie will catch up to you. So be prepared to face it at the end. Don't try to run away from your past because it will follow you. You can't cover up the trail of your mistakes and expect all of your problems to go away. It only takes one time for the wind to blow on it and reveal it once more."
Every breath of air we take in, is another secret we hold deep within
Every sacrifice that we make, is just another chance to see the change
Fewer days that are left, which leaves us with nothing but more of our regrets
Face to face with our lies, still trying to deny
Starting to believe what was created in our minds, now we desire to know the truth
Setting off on a journey to our past, hoping to find something new
All of our lives we decided to hide underneath these lies
Then one day a past event reminded us what we use to be like
Finding hope and strength, trying to reveal what we had erase
Now we spend everyday, rectifying our mistakes
How far does one go? Just to figure out what they didn't know
Was it worth the change? Was it worth the lies?
That I guess, I'll let you decide
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
going back to different choices
she knows now, that would have been the bigger mistake
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC