"redundantly" poems
Indoctrination of the American nation
Relocation of native populations
Slaves labor, creating plastic toys
To distract the little girls and boys
With media propaganda saturation
To numb your brain from realization
That we're living a lie as children die
To fill your tank so you can drive
To Wal-Mart for some motherfuckin' Cheesy Poofs
That scoop the dip in which you ****
Lay waste to nature's beauty abundant
Political doublespeak redundantly redundant
Television's collision with consciousness
Has dimmed your awareness to idiocy
In an illusion of democracy
Where only the rich have control
As upon us all they take their toll
And we blindly follow, believing as we hear
Their scheming lies of security and fear
It's time the power structure fell
No more this **** to buy and sell
Reallocation of the hoarded wealth
And power for all people, not oneself
Mental stasis, awaken from this hypnosis
And avert the coming catastrophic crisis
Our leaders are masters who march us to disaster
As the clash of our cultures ignites so much faster
Than mere cognition, dimmed by television
Can comprehend the impending collision
Of conflicting interest in collective vision
It's time to rise with a battle cry
And tell the Feds we won't lay down and die
We'll evolve and resolve the situation
And bring new meaning to revolution
An end to the media's web of confusion
Confusing reality with an illusion
Conspiratorial governmental parallels
A trumpet's blast, as Babylon.... fell.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
abstinence and cruel practice
old dancers have no feet
living our beliefs
in this house of rabies
a house of lies
lies that tell the truth
taught through the agony of disillusionment
the planets move
we do their dance
fire points
angles in motion
when they square
we are constrained
when opposed
swords cross
when trine
we are graced
always the dance of the other
the world whorls
strikes like lightning
breaking the nose of every beautiful thing
forcing their delusions
twisting metaphors of history
they smear the world
you are its hands, heart, spine
darkness tears and sighs
whispering feet on dark floors
send you their dreams
and construct inner mythology
to bend your will
always on its own side
redundantly unanimous in that
a real villain
an odyssey through your heart
thats how it gets inside you
while your hands remain folded
and your genitals sleep on a plate
dance school arcade pinballs planets
twisting wraith flies flying in circles, circling
in black mother
like hands on a clock
conveyance of ardor
born in the
palace of tears
=
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Please
spare me of sweetheart details
of how your traveled redundantly
and gorged on material things
with others money
as I earn my own
yet still receive complaints
and see little of those I love
so please answer me
what is free time
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:24 PM UTC
I scroll through the pages redundantly
Left swipe right swipe as if suddenly
What I seek will appear in this app or that
I'll have what I need if I say yes to this ad
What did she do and why do I care
I guess I do as I continue to stare
Lost in this screen that holds all parts of me
Yet nothing close to what I really need
Do I know what that is can I find it as I swipe
Left and right up and down is my life
So convenient what a way to escape reality
Lost in the tangle of today's technology
Should I break away it this just how life is today
What would happen if the screen were to fade away
I'm too scared to find out so ill stick to my fancy gadgets
Oh I should live in the "real" world but I'm better off without it
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
Life slowly fades like a burning candle;
From its wick shines a flame that is too hot to handle
We tend to compare the mystery of our existence to things;
How we die in the end, some decays even before their breathing begins.
What makes you tick when you are down, tired and weary?
How do you express your feelings when you are alone and empty?
As if you were cursed since birth that never a moment you feel lost;
You get used to overtime that sorrow became a company you treasured the most.
There are times our minds are preoccupied and overrunned;
By thoughts of negativity suffering torture that drags us down.
Why is it so easy to think something that weighs so heavy that we sink;
And drown to our own demise trapping ourselves and in our own drop of blood we drink.
This has been told a thousand times,suffered by many a million times;
But it never gets old redundantly, we feel and lingers inside our minds
That we accept that the world is cruel enough to some, why permit them to live;
Without God in their hearts and prayers unanswered in darkness they only believe.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
But the road is a dead end.
The raccoons rampage your cooler and
The compass moves no more.
The stars stay in a moving place.
Circumnavigating your home upon
Every hour.
The poor, poor girl wanders the
Desolate halls. Books strewn on the tile.
Where shall she go? What shall she do?
The toothbrush moves redundantly so,
Updown, updown,
Updown.
Free-verse haikus, a figment
Of the imagination. Five-seven-five
Forever.
Molasses spills from every orifice,
The throat's opening blocked by
Slop and gunk.
Will anyone help?
One would like to think so, but
No such luck.
Stare in the mirror and
Comb your hair, your train
Is boarding now.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Maybe it’s just me
But I once thought you were the sun bright, a necessity for living; you rode in the sky’s like Hera
your hair gliding, grazing the clouds as wisps of nothingness in which I found my everything, but like everything else, it would seem a mirage, fantasy portrayed in my head despite the words that you so redundantly speak with no fruition. I’ve supposed the end before, but like reincarnation there is no end for this heart seems to never get enough of the addicting pain that it is fed. So now what? Take a look. It has a name; we call it numb. A persona where I feel nothing and feel everything at the same time. I would have climbed the tallest tree for you. Took the bullet for you, for it seemed that cupped in your hands was me, the moon that orbits the sun. Except that now the sun has darkened with white lies, and more lies that I choose to ignore because just maybe....just maybe there’s something left of you that I can tether to. You give me moments. Such sweet moments, addicting, and poison after. But it seems you’re a mastermind at the game, for, whenever I muster the strength to speak you give me more candy and again, I am addicted. If I could I would jump in the ocean and drown to escape the pain you constantly give me; but let’s face it. No matter how much I say, think, or write, the cycle you’ve conditioned me to will win and I will choke in my own absolution, laced with withdrawal from you
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Acid leaks from my fingers
and you watch it with glee!
as time fragments and loops
repeat themselves redundantly.
My logic knows all and my shoes
have left my feet in search of a
robo-walk to maximize the pleasure.
I move in angles- trip trip trip----
stutter
All energy flows throught this very vessel
no need for nourishment, this ***** flies
backwards. Marching in grotesque lines
heading nowhere in particular. Faces
lose recognition and I die. die. die again.
My eyes are open? There is no difference.
All I see is a spiral tunnel filled with the
gruesome buzzing of infinite electric flies
and shades of nightmare.
Sound, words, fall short. I'm in a box
at a distance. Can't reach to decide whether
I'm sitting standing speaking. It tumbles out and splats
to the sticky purple mass
spittled like the sides of my brain
which pulse in a threat to implode
Waking dreams and living death
no borders in this country
a kaleidoscope of tulips, twisting strands
of gelatin, columns of panic,
and a glitch in the night.
A quick scream soon stifled.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
I have every right to be angry with you
because that is the the only emotion pumping in my veins as I sit here
for the hundreth ******* time
trying to compose a rhyme about
how stupidly, how redundantly, how repetetively, how pathetically, how disgustingly
in love with you I was, I am, and I will always be
because there will never not be a part of you inside of me
Together, we defied everything
Anyone could see our differences before our similarities
but I've never seen more clarity than when you drive your car
I fickle with the radio, and we sing until the road behind us
spreads its wings and we soared
higher than any pipe we'd light or drugs we'd scored
The absence of your passion for life weighs down in my stomache
filling me with a daunting silence
I see your old house with its white picket fence and it calls to me
like cubes of cheese to a mouse
you taught me how to love
I'm not goos at recollecting memories and regurgatating them on paper
but if I could tell the tale of how we saved eachother
of how we learned to become our own savior, our own mother
Because I failed somewhere along the way
and I think about you every **** day
The skin around your eyes which used to simply serve its purpose
as protective epidermis, has sunken, down
I'd never try to make you frown
but you look like **** dude
and that sounds pretty rude
but in the past we sailed across the ocean
suspended by our hope wheeling in motion
you've given up hope and I'm unable to cope with your inability to cope
I am unable to cope with clouds in my kaleidescope
I am unable to cope with you doing dope
because I looked at you like a blind man who had never seen the stars at night
I would never tell you what's wrong from right
but we belong on the sea, Cassidy
I will never be able to explain how you changed the seasons for me
through any seasonal depression you've made up all the reasons,
I continue to fight on
One day I won't feel unsatisfied with my poetry and
I'll be able to conduct something lovely about a girl named Cassidy
but for now, I need to study for anatomy
Mr. Matthews would not excuse tears on my lab
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
Every few years I feel the need to see what else is out there.
In the past, it has caused my friends to grow up, while I reset and spin in the same circuit redundantly.
Every time I hear about their lives and success, I smile and shed a tear.
Every single one of them has deserved the respect and happiness they have found.
I don't live in regrets, and I'm not jealous or green.
I just know my life is different, and I still have things to earn.
I don't care if it takes years away from me, I've always believed that the end didn't matter.
Live every day not for the future, my father always told me.
And everyday I spend here, I've never been happier.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
The dwarf at the bus stop dressed in his camouflage.
Trying to escape from a fantasy.
He was on his way to upper earth.
He toked on his joint as for the bus he waited.
Had icicles on the tips of his beard, or maybe just drips of the tea that he'd dribbled.
He wasn't young, nor was he old.
He sure as hell looked very cold.
My bus came, carried me away.
Off into the fantasy of another great day.
The sun gleams redundantly, she's not warming the world.
Today's missing Fahrenheit are making my toes curl.
(c) Livvi
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
One night, one lady asked,
How do you see the world so vast?,
I answered with an abated voice,
"I simply look at it with nodding head's rejoice
She redundantly asked again;
"How do you see the world in-sane?,
I answered with shunned eyes,
"I never do, I never have, it's a fluke, a LIE"
As she sat and leaned,
First at air's wisp and second,
on my shoulder's plead,
-and said-"This is where all ethereal lies of gist"
"Where art thou", I asked,
She giggles in reminisce; grabs a flask, then drinks in stillness
"This empty bottle is filled with greatness"-she says-
"To what extent?" as I gazed
"Haha..... to none" she laments over,
"None?, surely not, This flask is liquid's lover
It helps give form
To whatever desolated-looking storm"
Both depend on each other's existence,
She then swiftly seizes my hand
"Answer then my question with consistence"
"Well I guess the world is undersized but grand?" -I pondered-
"Close enough", as she yawns
As I bring her to bed,
I then see the brimming dawn
-I leaned back and thought-"Huh, the world is yet to be well-said"
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
She disregards regard for all those simple things he sees
he redundantly drones on about the things they'll never be
she stares out at the world wondering where it's been so long
he looks inside himself to see where everything went wrong
she wished he would get better for the better part of years
he who only stood there sinking, in a sea of all his fears
she gave all she was willing still nothing made him whole
he left too little took too much, her body mind and soul
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
They come in waves
Each one receding
And a fresh breaker each meeting
To lap against the seaboard
Phases, individually different
Like seasons changing
They bring me reasons
To wish for steadier climates
Markedly too many cloudy days
And frosty iced beaches
Frigid and barren sand dunes
Glossy with the sheen of nothingness
Phases, always redundantly taunting
It cycles with the moon
As the tide rises
Deluge swelling to a riptide
A clumsy waltz, gravity and satellite
Fuller and more violent
With each movement
Threatens to deepen any second
The further it pulls
The farther the tendency creeps in
Shoreline expanding, threshold capsizing
Each pulse a tender beat
I walk barefeet in the shallows
Timid to dare to wade too deep
Past the places I'm comfortable enough
With the feeling water against my exposed skin
And from here I can find stones to skip
Why would I trade leisure for treading
The sunset on the horizon
looks far more beautiful when
You can stand to see it
Phases, they help me remember I'm breathing
Because how can you bear to be alive
If you're not feeling
You're not truly living
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
Like a faster than light chicken attack
Breaking out of the Higgs field,
With an explosive egg launcher in my backpack
Redundantly pecking at the spaghetti-like wormholes,
As if I can actually eat them
With destiny calling,
Like saying goodbye to the Bekenstein limit
And applying some pressure with an infinite-bit tourniquet.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Derelict recondite
alone and Hemorrhaging.
nocturnal ebullience,
sporadic . Effulgent ,
Paltry
surreptitiously vacuous and limpid
to deliquesce upon perspicuity at its core
abhorrent , perhaps surreptitious assuredly altogether banal.
Marginal, salacious nominal not liminal.
decrepit cerebral palimpsest.
Sesquipedalian abstrusity .
Obumbrated syllogism stochastically innervated.
Berated lugubriously .
Masticated openly opaquely supercilious
mellifluous synergy extirpated redundantly.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
You are walking through what seems to be a narrow hallway. Bodies stick to the walls, complacent with the space given, bumping shoulders, shaking hands, saying hi, saying goodbye.
You hold your school bag closer to your chest. There is a laptop in there-- pens and notebooks. Things you need. Things you cherish. And as time will not stretch, you make your way to class, do not worry, -- it will quickly pass.
The ceiling lights in the classroom are dull, dying, uninteresting. Bodies file in, breathing heavy, sighing heavy. As the florescence seems to keep you further away, it is dimming you as well, repressing, submitting-- only you cannot tell.
He speaks redundantly. Hands raise high-
do they even know what they are going to say?- you wonder this at every selection. He points to she and he and they. They who are chosen, loud and bold. He says "YES!- You are right ma'am. Let us begin to unfold."
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
She rides in with the moonlight,
the hollow echoes of her footsteps,
silent as her smile glows in night,
as those sparkling eyes match.
I wore pride like a badge across me,
at shoulder height, slung right across,
the fact that she’s mine, forever to be;
silent as my smile glows in night.
The cusp of the air grows beyond stars,
cherished breath; we matured forward,
redundantly relaxing beyond the yard,
as we stood in the tenacity of the dark.
There is not one thing left in the world,
just two souls stuck silently smiling.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
12/24/07
1:31 am
She sleeps like a female
orgasming
arms up over her head
fists gripping invisible string.
She snores like a feline
a pleasant purr
redundantly peaceful in rythm.
Stirring
she moves slowly
looking disgruntled
by a jostle from my side of the bed.
Open palms like jesus
relaxed and willing
to save my soul.
Beneathe the covers
her legs are a valley
a proud flock of geese in winter
and i am always their leader.
The cotton sheets
covering her steady soles
present two perfect triangles
like the smooth wooden building blocks of yesteryear
or mommy-tailored sandwich halfs.
Stirring again
she props her arms under her calm face
soft and sweet
pulsing and pure.
Her hair, the darkest moss
spry and lively
tangled in ribbons
like christmas bows
just waiting to be unwrapped...
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
let me love you
like
an
zipper
from
a to xyz
amazed am art
bye bye baby
cry cry
cry
dandelions
eventually fragrances
gallop gently jolting
kindness love me
now
oh please
questioned
redundantly
surely
supposedly
undefined
violently
x
y
x
?
...
..
.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Cops shot
As it redundantly repeats
We havta get these guns
Off of our city streets
The answer could be pressure
From the corporate suites
To get our law makers
To apply the heat
Cop’s lives
Have to matter (it’s a must)
Cuz they’re charged with
Protecting us
When they’re on patrol
Believe and trust
They’re not looking for things
To combust
Cops aren’t no different
From me and you
After their shift
They want to go home too
To the front doors
They usually come through
To do whatever
They usually do
Cop’s on occasion
Sometimes go astray
Though it’s unfortunate
That is not to say
They deserve to be shot
As a way to pay
Because I’m here to tell ya
That it’s not okay
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
The end is never the end and steps become stages.
Neuro-transmissions engineered at birth are
erroneous pathways deepened over time.
Retrain the brain they say, neuroplasticity
a new age of hope, but pathways are abyssal
and unscalable, and time is running out..
And what is life's purpose
When your deepest chasm is fear?
Therapy teaches to live in the moment
Experience keeps me seeking atonement
Those places to go to for calming the mind
Are fleeting, elusive and redundantly non effective,
Losing their ability to heal, so few to rely on!
Like a tiny window in a prison cell,
Only a little light is let in but not too often, transient,
Crossing your face for a moment but then gone.
More so a reminder
Of what might have been
Or may never be.
Mountains can't be climbed with moments.
Dreams dissolve quickly upon waking,
The harder you try to hold them
The quicker they are gone.
I wonder if they are real at all.
Small victories in a multi-faceted war
Do not define sobriety.
More demons to conquer
The worst for last perhaps unbeatable.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
My absent minded eye,
turned inwards on issues
of land and place,
did not at first see your dilemma
As the bully bird towered over
you hopped in looping rolls to flee
My eye caught up
and my fat presence unnerved the bird
who flew
and though I presented a different challenge
you bounded hedgeway
pausing in front of me momentarily
Our eyes met,
your black polished buttons
spelled your youth
and redundantly I greeted you
I stepped aside
to better let you escape
to tangle green safety
and I was alone again,
grasping at thoughts
The rest of my walk was elevated:
a wind struck tree,
dry guts splintered,
said something
A lithe muntjac
rose panic in me as it sought to pass,
it’s leaping form unusual,
but there and gone
before I knew
Green woodpecker laughed
at an unknown gag
and my brow furrowed
Toward the end
the complicated wren song,
a grammar babble way beyond,
underscored my lack of comprehension
all the way home
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Missing someone who was never real
Someone who never existed
Pain I feel
And feel redundantly
Mind unfocused
Soundly
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC