"reestablish" poems
I know that my life
became something else
something unwanted
unplanned
like a teenage pregnancy,
coming out of high school
they would have said
that boy has so much potential
very smart,
highly actualized,
mature
the only thing is,
about the same time I moved out
my parents decided
that my thirteen year old brother
wasn't worth pretending for anymore
they split
like a banana based dessert
and left me
and the three of my brothers
asking questions
our basis for true love
was fragmented
like a cartoon broken heart
and the pieces were too small to pick up,
so now here I am
no job
and no higher learning
to speak of
clinging to the words
which rush around inside of me
I've come to the realization,
there are no ****** up kids
only ****** up parents
and poor kids
who are left to
reestablish a basis
for love and life
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice, O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise of irreligion--at that time I descend Myself. In order to deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of religion, I advent Myself millennium after millennium.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
I see you twinkling back at me from the midnight sky
Sending guiding light through the air
Instilling marvelous wonder into my beating heart
With the sweetest peace, that you share
Your light fills my soul with the sustenance I seek
To reestablish all that has gone astray
Filling me with the courage of everlasting hope
The strength I need to walk another day
No longer do I sit alone, desolate in my despair
With you there above me in my sky
As I can hear you singing inside this soul of mine
To take heart, as the future is so bright
Sweet guiding light in heaven, twinkling back at me
Such peace and contentment you bring
As you shed your light, I see all the possibilities
Waiting for me now in life’s wings
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
no mean feat to reestablish,
palpitating those few seconds
when arms-in-motion wave frantic,
in desperation,
in fall-prevention mode,
comical and tragical,
a salty suite,
and the semi-familiar
taste of fall/failing
the freshest fear,
jalapeño hot on the tongue
some months ago,
the thinnest tightrope,
not an obstacle feared,
what I lacked for,
I could not say or now recall
the kindness of calm prevailed
now tension lines drawn,
under the feet,
around the neck,
high voltage wires that
no artist-survivor-breadwinner
can walk without trepidation
though you don't see my arms flailing,
there are faint marks on my soles,
parallelograms on my throat,
where fear has tested
the prowess of its equipment
my life retrospected,
have miracles
made and gained,
given and taken
nine lives used up so many times,
thought my allotment was
nine X nine to the power of nine,
stupid-stopped looking over my shoulder
the poems came so easy,
every phrase overheard was a
story explicated, and the insights slid
from throat to paper so fast
I did not count myself blessed,
just merely fortunate
well fortunes veer,
turn left bad right,
no direction home,
and what was easy,
now impossible
how the story final beds,
will keep you posted,
right now all I can predict
with 100% surety,
the fall is surely coming
for the summer-man
the sun cannot burn off
the fog that paralyzes his
ship to shore,
invisible the safety of port,
the horn sound more of a croak,
his voice, ashamed of failing,
has this man both
landlocked
and lost at sea
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Hunkering down in that small world of yours,
Knowing not what purpose it serves,
Not being able to tell your left from your right,
You still choose to stand up and fight.
I salute you, I do, my brave soul!
Take it, own it, reestablish control.
It’s your life, your dreams - yours to live.
It’s your love, your light - yours to give.
Your sorrow, your tears to shed.
Your own fate, your own path to tread.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
He stakes my arms to the wall, with binding hands.
I feel his desire through the strength of his grip, he
presses against me and I can’t move. I meet his eyes.
He smiles. I smile.
We kiss to form a scabrous, common bond.
I feel bound up in him and we remain, as such,
too long, too rude, too rough - and free for all to see.
It’s enough to draw curious eyes and jealous sighs.
We stop for air, to reestablish equillibria.
Our immediacy is too giddy - we’re too flushed
for words - the libidinous overtures of ***** birds.
It’s just a kiss, or two - too few - measure them by
pleasures blush - but now, we to the dance floor rush
to join the crush - YES, fun is enough.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 10:08 AM UTC
I'll start the row
To let the Ducks fall in
Figure out somehow
To initiate talking
No nuts, no glory
So I bought almonds
Adoption paperwork
For elephants and dolphins
I'd like to spend
Every last breath
That I have left
Making you smile
Or massaging your legs
Love is never lost
It's like socks in the bed
You think for a minute
"Where the hell is it"
Then it pops in your head
I have always imagined
You and I crossing paths
In a nonchalant fashion
To reestablish attraction
Then bank on the magic
To just naturally
Happen in passing
As of right now
It unfortunately hasn't
So while I stand by
I'll be incredibly anxious
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Yeah know I might be labelled a racist
But this is a different case
I'm just tryna build up my race
Eradicate the place
Once I show up on site with my braincells laced
With knowledge never went to college
Skipped ebonics
Learn wisdom from gainful experiences
I hope you hearing this
My folks wake up and form the alliance
Black Panthers ain't dead they just went away for a few years
But now I'm back here on this atmosphere
Clogged conscious can't make a thought
And forget what you was taught
They say we was slaves at the beginning of time
But if you researched you know they was lyin' got the heart of lion
Still sheddin' tears to street soldiers
Who dyin'
In the hand of police brutality
And evils that lurk our community
Its all a set up to get us wet up
Then locked up 25 to life
Without a chance of bail aww hell
Here we go again With same sins
Folks lets unite and bring back the power within' cuz
This for my peeps only for my peeps
My peeps throw ya hands up
Now ever since I introduced myself
To politics
Now i know they got many tricks
Once ya get a lick they quick to split
Your mentality if you try to help society quietly
Tactics plan carefully who better than me?
To confront the secrecy ran by demon entities
Can't stop me I'm tryna build a dynasty with my mafia families
Titles never honor the
Person in charge I'm feelin' large
Ever since I broke the prison charge
Naw mean
So I'm equipped for battle snappin' rattles that tattle load up the saddle
Its a long journey from home
But wait America's my home
Tryna reestablish my constitution some where else I be a moor
And been here before its the essence of war
My great granny picked cotton
So who's really rotten?
Our history forbidden and forgotten
But still I'll be plottin' and dottin'
Yeah we want our reparations
**** the litigation **** any stressful situations
Mobbin' deep with legal gun penetratin' no more waitin'
We had enough now it's time to expose the children of Satan cuz
This for my only for my peeps My peeps throw ya hands up
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
uh im rude like awakening
knock those out who fakin' flakin'
like they frosted i leave ya exhausted
hard to see me when them black ants
crawlin' over eye visions cuz my visions
dehydrate your precisions
stingin' ya harder the bees like wind to breeze
ya cant slow me yall haters below me
bring force like kinobi just show me
yo head so i can fill it with led down goes yo bread
tears in the hearts of families fatalities bring joy to me
emcees beware ya in for a scare no truth or dare
pause ya like ya in a stare
first glare ya see im in ya shadows
check my plateau ruthless as Don Vito evils we see no
remorse for those who try to show
**out they *** we never chased the cash**
we burned out like brass true with me class
yall dont want no clash
dancin' with the titan fast as lightening
strike so compellin' enticin' frightening
no late night news can fused or abuse
our images we mass murderers lowerin' percentages
of those in advantage we bringin' mo' carnage
than the average savage live in havoc
dont thread the best unless ya wanna die like the rest
ease my stress with totes of canibus while yall diss
im chillin' like maximus
full potential we never been bought out chips just sought out
takin' over islands reestablish demands with illegal contrabands
one man stand
dont need no fan feel me i be the straight loco true colo
*** hole by nature too a few bites from forbidden manzana**
makin' miracles like ana
from lyrical content bites critics like piranhas sound the black madonna whos gonna?
**stop me once i began the tears so ***** *** commentators beware**
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Forcing imagination to reestablish itself, after prescriptive onslaught of docs, scientists, specialists and quacks, lacks for ease of descriptive purpose, genuine motivation. The pills, darling, the pills usurp rational outmode. This to counteract that, which causes symptomatic supersession of more to set aside a succession imposing supplant more supplements. I submit! This breaking down of the other and then an other in a pharmaceutical battery of which ***** next? Can common sense overrule? Overruled! As another script is scribbled, a blank gaze overcomes, and the drool drips and overruns.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
How can someone
as intellectually beautiful
as you
do something so entirely cruel
to make someone
as intellectually vulnerable
as me
see stars in your eyes
and float five feet above the ground
just to cover the stars with clouds
and reestablish the force of gravity
pulling my heart six feet under
shutting the door of opportunity
and locking the dead bolt
I love you and
I'm sorry
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
yeah i broke up with the streets
cause aint nothing sweet
about it i doubt it
many still in it for the love of it
but i aint happy
ever since i got separated from my pappy
how many idiots fall deadly to the riots
thats cause in silence violence
mass media coverage about us
but we aint they ones with our guns open
still hopin'
relyin' on the spiritual wages
of the church they been broke the curse is
everyday the struggle gets worse
v1
see how many victims left hurt
mentally shattered cuz they flirt
with confusion ensnared in a institution
we still lookin' for a solution
but you should know
blacks folks never appeared
to the Constitution
the only way to regain conscious
is a revolution
then reestablish my restitution
which then maybe be a black fusion
wake up my brothers n sisters
we kings n queens break the illusion
v2
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
uh im rude like awakening knock those out who fakin'
flakin' like they frosted i leave ya exhaushted
hard to see me when them black ants
crawlin' over eye visions cuz my visions
dehydrate your precisions
stingin' ya harder the bees like wind to breeze
ya cant slow me yall haters below me
bring force like kinobi just show me
yo head so i can fill it with led down goes yo bread
tears in the hearts of families fatalities bring joy to me
emcees beware ya in for a scare no truth or dare
pause ya like a stare first glare ya see
im in ya shadows check my plateau ruthless as Don Vito
evils we see no remorse for those who try to show
out they *** we never chased the cash
we burned out like brass true with me class
yall dont want clash dancin' with the titan fast as lightening
strike so compellin' enticin' frightening
no late night news can fused or abuse
our images we mass murderers lowerin' percentages
of those in advantage we bringin' mo' carnage
than the average savage live in havoc
dont thread the best unless ya wanna die like the rest
ease my stress with totes of canibus while yall diss
im chillin' like maximus full potential
we never bought out chips just sought out
takin' over islands reestablish demands
with illegal contrabands one man stand dont need no fan
feel me i be the straight loco true colo *** hole by nature
too a few bites from forbidden manzana
makin' miracles like ana from lyrical content
bites critics like piranhas sound the black madonna whos gonna?
stop me once i began the tears
so you imitators
commentators beware
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
I see you cry all the time & it’s always over a man
Over him only thinking of himself & how he doesn’t understand
A man will be a man & he’ll do whatever he chooses to
If you allow him to mistreat & underappreciates you
You’re Too Beautiful to Cry over a man won’t wipe away the tears
Too Precious to chase after a fool that’ll only reestablish your fears
What I’m saying may go over your head & that’s perfectly fine
Just trying to bring out the smile that you want instead of seeing you cry
You’re Too Beautiful to Cry, you gotta realize that you’re a Blessing
To the right King whose love will truly be worth sharing
Sometimes we face more heart breaks before we meet our Dream Come True
And that moment will make us realize that it was worth what we’ve been through
You’re Too Beautiful to Cry, everyone we meet isn’t always meant to be
Can’t force a fool to see our worth when it’s already obvious to see
I can tell you that you’re a Queen but inside, I know you must feel like a fool
Giving it all you got just to see the love you want conclude
You’re Too Beautiful to Cry, dry your eyes & never let a boy **** your spirit
Trying to fall in love with a fool who mainly wanted to get explicit
You’re Too Beautiful to Cry & one day, every heartbreak will reform its pieces
And that day you’ll experience true happiness & your True Love will burn those traumatizing bridges
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
The first time I was fat shamed it didn't seem to hurt that much,
Or maybe it did I was just trying to be tough.
The first time I was fat shamed I stood in disbelief
that someone could say something like that so brief.
The words rolled out of his mouth
Like he was so uncouth.
I remembered that comment for days on end,
like he was playing a game of pretend.
Years went by without another shame,
Yet that one still remained.
And just the other day it happened again,
I was left feeling even more ashamed.
This time the words were
Like a blade that left me aware ,
of the hurt and hatred I had taken in.
Left me with the feeling like I was not thin.
Whale played over and over again in my head,
As I walked along to the whale noises that people said.
I stayed curled up inside my bed
Feeling to unwell to lift my head.
I was ashamed of who I had become!
I had let myself drift away.
I begged people to stop
And just to say hey
Yet all that seemed to happen left me even more ashamed.
Dear people who fat shame me today,
Just know I'll remember this day.
Your karma is coming
Served to you on a plate.
All dished in ones sins,
and staked like ***** tins.
She who is Karma is my best friend
She will put all of this to an end.
And to all the other people who are shamed ...
Just remember you are not to blame.
You should not think any less of yourself
Because someone does not know oneself.
Do not let what society thinks of you dim your self worth and shift your whole earth.
You are who you are and never ever let that change.
Dear people who have fat shamed me
I am the queen bee
Untouched and unashamed
Do not let me reestablish this game!
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
the fear
is suffocating
the anger
is motivating
the sadness
is paralyzing
what do you do
when you’ve been doing
your best
and it’s still
not enough?
what do you say
when you know you’re
beaten down
and nothing will
change their minds?
my eyes are tired
of being dry and puffy
my brain is tired of
feeling like cotton
nose is tired of stuffy
throat is tired of lumpy
but mostly i am
just tired
please
all i want
is silence
so complete
and still that
even the ringing
in my ears
quiets
just a little
bit of peace
to reestablish
a connection
from the crossed wires
between my ears
a warm
hazy feeling
beginning to
grow up through
my stomach and
sprout blooms
into my
chest cavity
i don’t want to
live on the run
anymore
on the run?
but all you do
is work and sleep
exactly
i’m on the run
from the rest
of my life
the only place i
feel at home anymore
is a little blue car with
his hand in mine
i’m safe there
we go places
that take me
away from it all
but i always have
to go and ruin it
don’t i?
muddy footprints
on the door
streaks on the window
balled up napkins
propelled by tears
and emotions
onto the floor
i don’t want to be
taken care of
i want to grow
unhindered
up the wall like
the ivy that climbs
fill the lawn of my life
with endless may violets
not the mat
in the floorboards
with trampled debris
of leaves and winter wet
under someone’s
cold feet
i am my own
worst critic
though not my
only critic
but i am the one
i must listen to
in the still after
i’ve locked the doors
i’m the one that
keeps myself from
complete
peace and quiet
i can understand
people and why
they might not
like me
but it’s harder
to understand
why i can’t
like myself
but please
oh please don’t
put me under
a public microscope
please don’t turn
the far side of this
counter into some
kind of fishbowl
because i swear
i am doing my best
but it’s hard and
i can’t handle the
feeling of being
watched
all i want is
peace and quiet
a house
that feels like home
to come back to
at the end of the day
and the only
vicious voice
i must fight
to be my own
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
Wake up, I'm still breathing
Deep breath, Sun still shines
Scattered thoughts, Need to focus
Determination, Now's the time
Moments pass, Familiar faces
Small towns, I've seen these names.
Past employment?
Residential greetings?
Does it really matter? Seasons change.
One step forward, Never backward.
Head held high, There is no shame.
The ones we've lost Will not be forgotten
They are gone But not in vain.
Open minded, Training neurons
Information sticks like glue
Coherent words, expressed, Well spoken
Living
Learning
Right on que.
Kitchen decals, Pen to paper,
Carbon copies, Bruised Left thigh
Inspiration
Beat
ing
Bleed
ing
What's the Question?
Am I me??
Or I know I??
I Am a Nurse
And Fearless fighter
I'm a mother and a Friend
Unfinished Masterpiece in progress
With no Beginning, without End
I am Perfect Imperfections.
A constant journey to improve.
I am Light containing Darkness
I'm sometimes wrong, but who are you??!
I Am Flesh and Bone Created by Unmoved mover of all that IS.
I am student, sometimes teacher
I'm not labelled by past ****
I'm Slightly damaged, Never broken
Bruises fade, These Bones do mend
I'm organizing matter..
Reestablish
Reinvent
Ing
Reunite
Ing
Inner Freedom
To try and Place my Faces to the Place to Face your Name-
L. DeCypher
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
I ate some orange before the travel trip
Tilted the sand dial and defied times tenacious turmoil
The rockets were shot into space
full of seed and castrated politicians
We shielded our eyes from the Chem trails
they cut slices through the sky
Watch the master mucus slide into contrived contraptions
Slime these wrong doers and reestablish the gold tooth
A wafer for your thoughts it's all I have
The banker only gave me wooden pennies and a cardboard cutout of Miami
He smiled while he hustled
My father always said never trust a suited reason
He mowed fields with motors built by his careful hands
sometimes a spider would take his knee brace and conflict came
antibiotics and spaghetti Westerns made him whole
He dies two years ago now
but we still smile for his stubborn statues
I met a snail that hindered my momentum
but he was much older so I paused politely
I always talk with the old heads and ask about Nixon and Elvis
they amuse and frighten with their time stained logic
Everyone thinks I'm crazy but that's alright
I use to think I was sane and castle inclined
but 25 years of folks stating your unstable may break a brain
fortunately I have a back up
I found it in a Denver appliance store next to a fallout shelter
The man said it cost a dime
but I hand him my pocket lint instead
we nodded at mutual hysteria and dined with the cannibals
I mixed up my brain purchase
so sometimes nostalgia gets the better of me
This new one once belonged to the duke of Delaware
sometimes he talks low
But I've gotten better about leaving him on the back burner
I heard he ate dust and cried while clapping for Hamilton
this is me reorganizing my headspace
This is me gagging on tuna helper
I grew up in a food stamp paradise
spam and apple's for after school snacks
spaghetti with the red paste makes taste buds mutiny
but the bus lady gave me a sticker every time I climbed on healthy and bruised
I feel better
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC