"regulates" poems
The virtuous society Lost regulates overwhelming
DISTASTEFUL
Condescension
Depraved citizens all contained then become cynical
BREAKING
Reprehension
A mandate or suggestive guideline to think like a criminal
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
weary of mothers and friends
losing their children,
before their time,
weary of failing
to achieve reconciliation
with whatever one nominates
the force that regulates,
fate, Name-Your-God,
deity of your choice,
nature, laws of physics,
the "whatever"
that controls, interferes,
that you think to believe
wills these event's occurrence
non-randomly
cessation of formalities,
one sided truce
signed and delivered,
unafraid to call this
what it is,
**** and damning fate,
for no god
could be so cruel...
If only there was a
Dislike button
for life and the poems
wrenched from death
at 5:00 am
this thought is my
sole inhabitant
once again,
nature's bosses distort,
another friend's grief
asks, cajoles me
to betray my/thy belief
banish it or me,
for we both cannot be
cohabitants
under the one roof,
of this limited mind,
where flailing
poems
never good enough,
failing
to express my
sorrowed rage
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
Drug; he controls my brain.
He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire.
Adrenaline; he balances my stress.
He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise.
Dopamine; he regulates my focus.
He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task.
Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood.
He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions.
Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire.
He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss.
Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones.
He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him.
Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals.
He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
451
The Outer—from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude—
’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood—
The fine—unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel—
Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuous
And fling a dust—the while.
The Inner—paints the Outer—
The Brush without the Hand—
Its Picture publishes—precise—
As is the inner Brand—
On fine—Arterial Canvas—
A Cheek—perchance a Brow—
The Star’s whole Secret—in the Lake—
Eyes were not meant to know.
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There exists a mystical and quadruple representation of words, which is likened to a dictatorial Superstate, where translation is subject to that which is spoken, heard, written and read within the context of trans-national capitalism.
As we gaze from beyond the glow of the pulsating circumference, we can humbly acknowledge the ludicrous predicament of the many who are ruled by the few.
The parameters of this earthen citizenship may be somewhat characterized by embracing the perceived benefits of the system and a state of financially intoxicated anosognosia. However, as we traverse this metaphysical cataclysm where the majority votes of public arrangement diametrically oppose absolute law and that which is deemed to be reasonable; our compulsory co-operation self-regulates with a cardiovascular beat of semantic propaganda and monopolized dissention, where the relinquished rights of our revered forefathers have been re-written by coercive legislators in the name of socio-political equality.
The philosophy of meaning and political expression both buries into and removes her gorgeous face from the cuniform textures of Sahara catacombs, where we ****** relate and disengage from the **** with tyranny.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
we **** our creative forces
ancient cultures believed
that creativity
was a divine entity
which assists certain people
from a far
so basically we **** God
every time a teacher
tells a child
that his or her talent
is worthless
that their passions
are futile
every struggling soul
who prostitutes their mentality
for another escape route,
pills which regulate
alcohol which regulates
coffee which regulates
drugs which regulate
and a regulation nine to five,
which regulates...
**** regulation
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
With every utterance that leaves my lips
Exist a thousand more my tongue have missed
Frustration causes problems compiling my statements
I try to recapitulate my day, but failure hides in my shadow
My mind leads me and I follow
Complex formulas and conundrums are riddle across my brain
Monday through Sunday overthinking regulates my plane
I soar through the sky in thought,
Though in reality I haven’t left yet
Though I consciously monitor my next step
Because I’m on plan E and I think F’s next
Entrapped by the scent of,
The woman that lies beside me
My soul watches her as she sleep
I lay awake thinking of the rising sun
The things to come with the next day
I’ve learned a lot mainly that patience pays
That vexation puts me in my place, kicks sand in my face
Obscures my way, to humble my spirit
Arrogance ravages my actions
But frustration deflates my ego
With every utterance that leaves my lips
Exist a thousand more my tongue have missed
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
Your chaotic laugh
arranges my disorders
adjusts my serotonin level
regulates my heart rate
So start with a smile
and see
how this cure happens
wave by wave
Watch me
Bloom and shine
this time
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
Out across the Northern sea
she sits serenely watching me as I sit watching her
two chairs,one space
and Skype lets me
look on her face.
So beautiful,
I'm full of glee
but she sits quietly watching me and sees in telescopic sight a man that might appeal and could he feel her heart beat tenderly?
somewhere across the Northern sea.
I felt the winds ride in her hair as the ocean carries me off,where we'll meet,and yes, her heart beats tenderly.
I'll be her picture on the wall,with colours bright so when she calls to me across the Northern sea,
I'll be in frame
Just wait and she will call my name.
This type of Skyping is no game for children or for lesser men.
When oceans rise and flow quite freely from her eyes
I shall sail across the sea to be wallpapered on her screen,compute the distance,data insistence regulates
and eventually terminates the nightly talk.
tonight I walk
tomorrow free
for we will skype again,
I see the Northern lights
she sees in telescopic sight this man
who waits upon the Southern shore
wanting more.
Oh internet
you'll not regret this meeting of the continents and quite content I sit and wait
until the data gate is opened up for me.
she sits and waits somewhere across
the Northern sea.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
Dive into the dark depths
Of the unfathomable sea Of the baffling human mind:
Explore the concealed layers
From its surface, ever active and restless:
Slowly sink into the sub-conscious
And the more powerful unconscious mind
That regulates vital functions ceaselessly,
Remaining silent and invisible, all the while.
* Move deeper until you reach the source
Of life's perennial spring,
Flowing from your innermost being
Into the boundless Universe, ever expanding,
Beyond the confines of the sensuous mind.
When this inward journey, spiritual,
Brings insight into the subtle working
Of the hidden mind, you emerge wiser
And stronger than ever before
To weather the storms of life, ephemeral,
And realize man's fervent prayer -
"Lead us from Darkness to Light" -
"Thamasoma jyothirgamaya"
The ultimate aim of all mankind.
********* M.G.Narasimha Murthy,
Hyderabad, India.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Why do you spring straight out of bed
When frost and darkness cloak the morn ?
What makes you grit your teeth and run
Despite the wind and rain forlorn ?
How is it that you work each day
When aching bones demand respite ?
What makes you sit composing verse
When others sleep into the night ?
How do you face the alpha male
To snarl into his face in rage ?
What brings the courage forth for this
When reason says “Just turn the page” ?
What gives you steel to stand your ground
And fight for what you think is right ?
What makes you man enough to face
That which makes you shake with fright ?
Life’s living canvass lies before you
With it’s texture and it’s shades,
To take the pallet knife and slash
Rich vermilion through your days.
It renders layer upon layer
Of indulgence through your time
But a glint of social conscience
Always regulates the rhyme.
Why is it in the dark of night
When sleep skips forth evading you,
That demons creep on leathered feet
To wrack your conscience into view ?
How do you cope with horrors past
The bad deeds done, the slights, the shame ?
Remorsefulness invokes the cure
In a summons to a price of pain.
What motivates you, what moves you
In your quest for living right ?
What separates the wheat from chaff,
Or the sun from day and night ?
What separates the doing man
From he who sits to stew ?
....It’s the living worms that drive you
They crown you King of all you do.
Marshalg
@theCoalface
Mangere Bridge
23 May 2009
Oct 19, 2009
Oct 19, 2009 at 8:35 PM UTC
Beneath these skies so much surrounds
The air we breath with darkened sound
Noise from traffic fills the air
Pollution Spewing everywhere
Skeletal frames of the human race
Reflect upon the ground they face
The clock it rules it regulates
It delegates anticipates
No escape no release
An intruder -til our time does cease
Responsibilities scream and shout
Following us til we check out
No where to hide
No where to run
They encroach our freedom
****** our fun
So little time to laugh and play
Not enough hours in a day
Evaluation is the key
Awareness of identity
Our purpose here
Our hopes our dreams
What really matters
What life means
Careful of each step we take
Learning from each mistake
So many things a desired need
So much waste so much greed
As we walk beneath these skies above
Know - the greatest gift
Is.
Love
And
Be Loved
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
O sink not down in that corrosive couch,
Docile before the Orwellian screen
That regulates the lives of the servile,
Dictating dress and drink, demeanor, dreams;
Declare your independence from the sludge
Of vague obedientiaries who drowse
Away their empty lives in submission
To harsh, diagonal inches of rule
Poor weaklings chanting tainted tribal songs
In chorus hamsterable, huddled, heaped,
While costumed in their masters’ liveries,
And feeling little while thinking even less
The very model of the State’s non-men,
Predictable and dull, submissive ghosts
Crowded, herded in cosmic cattle chutes,
Reflected in dim, noisy nothingness
But you, O you, be not of them, but be
A wanderer in the moonlight, one known
To God, there in His holy solitude
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
air breathes life to cells,
stimulates, the subtilities,
regulates the moves of life force,
and liberates the mind from matter.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Dive into the dark depths
Of the unfathomable sea
Of the baffling human mind;
Explore the concealed layers
From its surface, ever active and restless;
Slowly sink into the sub-conscious
And the more powerful unconscious mind
That regulates vital functions ceaselessly,
Remaining silent and invisible, all the while.
* Move deeper until you reach the source
And find life's perennial spring
From from your innermost being
Into the boundless universe, ever expanding,
Beyond the confines of the sensuous mind.
When this inward journey, spiritual,
Brings insight into the subtle working
Of the hidden mind, you emerge wiser
And stronger than ever before
To weather the storms of life, ephemeral,
And realize man's fervent prayer -
"Lead us from Darkness to Light"-
" Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya " ,
The ultimate aim of all mankind.
******** Narasimhamurthy, M.G.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Sometimes I lay in bed and try to feel my body pulsing.
I open my teeth very slightly so the blood
pushes them together in rhythmic muted clicks.
I count the time between the staccato drum in my chest
and the drum in my toes.
Playful interactions, minute reminders
that the body regulates and lives.
As though around us and with us,
out of sight.
Like lighting and stage prop crews just behind the curtain,
poised with tables and a wall on wheels,
integral to the next act, the inevitable kiss scene,
the tragic and inevitable death.
The body toiling and being biological while we take care of everything else.
The body thinking about itself in the dark
while it works on itself in the dark.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
The striking joy bound shots
Of the partial challenging life
And the natural ins and outs
Regulates and balances human tribe
The most cheerful moments
Apart from dreary darkness
Gonna happen in astonished absence
This what shapes complains
Wish I could be there too
Wish the world creeps on
Slowly and even slowly
And Yeah, If this'll matter
And somewhat commence
Then only in our worthy absence...
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
The world.
Is.
Smaller now.
Regardless of how insignificant a life is.
The grand scheme means little.
Is it ignorance..
Or acceptance.
That perpetuates the question.
For those wise enough to answer.
Is the same as those wise enough to not.
This prison of cycles.
Rotates and regulates.
The quality of living shifts gears to auto pilot.
And the low rumble of marching is heard.
In the distance.
As it always is.
Comes chaos.
Pain at its heels.
The weary shall never rest.
Nor should it surprise..
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Lets get over the stupid **** about God and the Devil
Satan is the serpent power
originating at the base of the spine, this is primal power corresponding to the id
With out Satan you would be dead
This power regulates primal autonomic excretory and ****** functions, ie. survival and supports the higher activities of the body mind and soul
corresponding to the ego and super ego, your God
The ego is and integrative mechanism that stands between Id and the super ego ie Devil or Id and God or the super ego
The id is the original primal survival mechanism and true will not to be ignored or denied
The light is born of the darkness and is born-less
The darkness is eternal and the light is everywhere within her
The super ego is discernment ...principal ....reason...ethics and ideation's of mythic heroes , not to be ignored or denied
In religion aspects of the higher self are personified as a Christ, Buddha, Krishna etc when God takes human form
and the Devil is personified as Satan, Asuras Beelzebub Demons or various miscreants in human form
If Christians adhered strictly to total purity they would have to insist on castrations and analectomies to purge their so called evil elements and die because surviving with out the lower is undoable
conversely the Satanists would require lobotomies or being guillotined because living without essential principals is indoable
God and the Devil are not mutually exclusive except when they're viewed through the maw of religion...God and the Devil are different sides of the very same coin
In the royal yoga of the the east when the serpent power ascends up the spinal column the id, ego and super ego are instantaneously integrated and transcended into an all together different order and the fractured nature of self is over come by unity
This unity transcends all myth and concepts of god ie. religion ethics morality
It is a totally transcendent order..
In western terms as a human you stand between the the higher and the lower
Spiritual evolution is not about taking sides its about the integration towards a whole self
You are potentially the magician who mobilizes the lower to serve the higher
This may be an over simplification but
you use your demons to create a base ...they are work slaves to get money so you can go to your temple, your home...the higher self in effect and reflect on the beauty of life
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CAN WE **** NOW :)
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
I love you dear but I love her too my heart says both of you my brain sides with my heart honestly I have no idea do I pick the one I'm with and have loved longer or the newer flare that threw my life in a tailspin and then note regulates my life she keeps me happy and you make me happy everytime you speak to me i have no idea what to do gah my heart is confusing me
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Some say
That running is
For scared people
But I don't think they know
What it feels like when you go
As fast as you can
The wind whips your cheeks
And you forget about your week
Where nothing went right
You're breathing hard
Your heart was scarred
But now you can't feel it
So you go faster
In the hopes to master
The power behind your legs
It's become a task
How long will you last
Before you have to stop?
The pain comes back
Your face goes slack
And your breathing regulates
You feel the hurt
It's the sweat on your shirt
And so you go to change
You weren't scared
You only cared
To go and stretch your legs
They don't have to know they're right
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
The big wheel turns
grinding to be sure, but certain slow,
we don’t need reminding
we all know,
it regulates the rhythms and the seasons of our lives,
we feel its ticking heart, in everything we do
a constant subtle changing
gently rearranging as the year is running through,
no drama
no three act play
no dying of the light
no endless darkened days
not yet,
oh it will come, for come it must
but just for now it’s hazlenuts and
mellow rays of sun through patchwork trees
a chill of revolution
and the hint of something burning
slowly fading on the breeze
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
passion in my chest heaves
the cavity.
embraced in a waves crest,
held deeply, love in its simplest.
rest and birth again, empress.
yours the sweetest essence.
lungs with false puncture wounds
ripples of grit run the edges,
simple forms of welcome gestures
of creations path.
create new paths to follow tomorrow
and the days next.
the heaving extends and blossoms
within, sending pulsations
to the tips.
the sensing tentacles grip
the flow always moving through,
cleansing as the defining lines
lose definition.
the false thought conception
of separation making these blurred lines
difficult to see.
energy moves regardless.
shapes, regulates, procreates.
She initiates.
She that changes over time.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC