"reimburse" poems
Religion is Recruiting for
Customer Complaints.
Where is my God, the disciples
and all the absent saints?
The time I have invested
sitting in your church.
This wasn't in your advert
you've left me in the lurch.
I'm asking for a refund,
you've years to reimburse
and then there is the funeral,
the flowers and the hearse.
I've sat on your pew,
spent time praying to you
and now that I'm dead,
I'm unsure what to do.
I should have known better,
you never replied.
Yet I kept the faith
until the day that I died.
Now I queue to complain,
I must be fuckin' insane!
because,
well,
you don't even exist!
Poetry by Kaydee.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Always which the Human in me surpass
When Trite Reunion comes to much Expect
Between us, Birth-Father, the Heart must last
And configure our Values circumspect
After seeing those skinned neighbours battle
And DAD the Inspiration I preserve
Comes your Striking Counsel; Which I rattle
And reimburse the Love you so deserve
But, if Favour pleads, renew the Bald Man
Whose Birthdate his Arm's Course Affection share
Teach this Tanned Diver; To widen his span
Knowing such Open Hands breed Anywhere.
Circles are Dangerous, if Minds are locked
He needs to KNOW that; From his own Best Hug.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
1673
Nature can do no more
She has fulfilled her Dyes
Whatever Flower fail to come
Of other Summer days
Her crescent reimburse
If other Summers be
Nature’s imposing negative
Nulls opportunity—
3.2k
Don’t put me in a box, I am my own teacher
I don’t worship TV idols, I have other preachers
I don't toss a poem to come across as known
friends crossed me, don’t know my own home
I don't speak for an arrogant cause
Or do self-righteous acts just to merit applause
I don’t make scenes to be seen as a person of God
What you see as a skill, I see as a character flaw
I don't use a hype man sell grams to buy fans
I don't scream to get attention other ways for lungs to expand
I don't ********** my talent for people that bystand
Or try to trick innocent people more desperate than I am
Sell a line, sell a book
Sell a dream, sell a scheme
Sell a brother false hope you control his self-esteem
Let a brother talk **** I won’t get mad at all
I’ll just throw a couple stabs like my cousin at the mall
So please tell me what’s worse
being broke or broken?
but before you answer that let me ask you this first
In the place you live, can you quench your thirst?
Do you have enough time to finish a verse?
Remember our time here was borrowed, can’t reimburse
Parasitic
a chemic I been it
I pen it, I penetrate my a pen all day
To descend and mate
My inner state is in the state
to keep on straight,
administrate and illustrate
What people haul with haste till it's in his face
So in the case where i’m in my space
my focus is to chase
Yeshua’s face is faced with the waste of people sending hate
Intimidating to people claiming contention
ostensibly incoherent was air for my ascension
It's plucking a hair ain't it?
who painted the P.I.C cell
in pixels, the pig sells
the witch who picks spells, got hell
Tie a boar to a tree transmitting this
free him a year later he'll stay in the same radius
Maybe it's in the tears
Maybe it's just kinetics
Maybe I do love attention
and writing is how I get it
encapsulated beneath the surface the desire is unknown
You think this a joke
Get shot in your funny bone!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Be afraid of the bohém, they may write you a silly little poém to make you love 'em.
Or even worse, in reverse, with their verse, coerce your mind and soul to converse.
And even if their ascent is traverse and the obstacles adverse, routes to them are diverse.
They refine their craft to give you a raft, don't be daft, they rehearse for the terse,
tiptoeing over the perverse, not wanting to averse. They wanna choke the horses of your hearse.
They have no need to beg and plead. Just a wish to slap your *** your steed.
They just wanna make fear disperse for it they accurse, knowing well it's a curse.
No need to look for your purse. Your courage will theirs reimburse
and your smile their swollen fingers nurse.
See, the reaper wants the tails of coins thus places them on eyes faced reverse.
The bohém kick groins and leave traces but from coins take a print of the obverse.
Why? Cause they want not heads, but what's in them. They want your head to stay ahead.
Cause when a head is spiked by tails and filled with flashy tales, it is as good as dead.
They want to help you stay afloat - forget about the raft, think bigger, think of a boat.
Like evergreen crickets they ask you to disburse your fears and reverse your tears.
They ask not for a penny, just a thought or two, not many.
Like the ***** eyed and slightly sane miss Moneypenny.
Some call it a gift, many a curse. A curse the bohém can inverse
cause they submerse spirit in a lyrical sea and lower the stars for you to see.
Remember and beware, if you reward them with something as simple a stare,
you could be blinded by a hearty glare. Now you've been reminded, all's fair and square.
So why not just stay there? It's just your spirit they may ensnare like a hare,
only to mend it's wounded knee so that it can again hop away and be free.
Art is the heart of the bohém and their heart is their art.
So if you ever want to, thank them not with money but with a snack,
sprinkle a piece of your heart with honey. They'll bite it and give you two back.
Eat one too and make like a dove to flee to the place you really want to be.
Ride the waves like Nikolai's bumblebee and fulfill your uncharted destiny.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 4:44 PM UTC
I gather up my purses, I don't want to be late, It's the dating adventure.
My friend set me up on blind date, i think she was blind, she said he looked like Fabio, to me he resembled ET. I'm not one that is shallow or mean but he didn't not have a good personally like I was lead to believe. I feel like i was deceived, he was not interesting to talk at all.
I thought I would give it another try with a different guy, maybe I would have better luck
I am generous and willing to stick out my neck for a friend, but the guy constantly had me pick up the check with the excuse he forgot his wallet in his other pants or he would reimburse me once he got paid etc. I wish I would not have paid for his lobster with dessert on the side. Dating is an unpredictable ride.
One time I went out with a guy and my sister asked me how my date went I replied what date it was like babysitting. In the search for my honey, I was the one that kept getting stung, bad dates are no fun. I know dating does not come with any guarantee or money back policy. I wish it would for me. I have learned from this not so great dating adventure. I am waiting for a true gentleman it will be worth the wait.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
limited knowledge like the texture of the universe
incarnate into thunderbird till you reimburse
being human, yoga seeking union, change wave like a pitch bend
Discard the temporary factors reach the innermos,t ego rend,
rightly reach the innermost self within his or her own being, discarding on the way all temporary characteristics when asked to move do I
Move my atman or my body?
Do You own your soul like a new bugatti
Try to see it as it truly is
the body is insignificant
eternal forever ripping it.
I am the servant when I know my body
Yours when I live like atman highly
I contain without recipticol i.e
Is god different than matter, what IC..
Does it matter? knowledge
offered fresh like silver platter
that eyeB
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
I stand by in awe
When beings live this life
Not lipping Bible verse
But doing kindly deeds
No mindful that their God
May ever reimburse
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC
Dear sir,
Please find enclosed one heart,
as per ordered one week ago.
If damaged on arrival, please
Feel free to send it back to us
For a replacement, free of charge.
But if the packaging is torn,
We will assume you broke it,
And we will not reimburse you.
Sincerely,
God & Co.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
This is where it is I stand
The other side of norm
A little offbeat some might say
To me it feels like home
There's no one here to blame
Wouldn't even if I could
Crazy is as crazy does
Welcome to my neighborhood
So hail the nearest taxi cab
I'll reimburse you for the fair
When asked where it is your heading to
Tell them to the other side of I don't care
When it is you do arrive
Sit a spell if you care to
Think your going to like it here
There's always extra room
It's one crazy adventure
We'll welcome you with open arms
After all you've always been one of us
Outside the realm of norm
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
Told at age 18 she's gonna go blind at 26
Wrote it down in her notebook
Tucked it away in a junk drawer
full of glass eyes
one for every outfit
pearl for the wedding
Ebony for Halloween
Nine to five on Saturday
She rents out the left socket to local businesses
sold that part of herself to make a quick buck.
Quickie
Quickly get his fix
sting
Won't feel him in the morning.
doesn't feel anything anymore
Epidural
Gave her spine away too
replaced it for a zipper to better access her marionette ribcage
thought she could cut out the strings
left a scar so big it needed more then buttons and thread
goes by cupcake
puts her frosting on every morning
has to taste sweet
boys like the red dye
dripped into batter
battered
almost without notice.
Nobody will notice
when it goes off
comes out
Red dye blood splotch
the epidural
won't feel anything
doesn't feel anything anymore
sting
a part she can't even feel
the wedding dress she still hasn't picked up
or canceled
paid for
By renting out space.
white with ebony lace
beautiful pearl jewelry
like glass eyes
drawers full of glass eyes
she plucked out so she didn't have to look
watch it grow
the hospital didn't reimburse her for this feeling
they didn't warn her about the ticking clock
screaming mothers
mirage houses with white picket fences
only barren desert wastelands
tumbleweeds taunt her in the worst of nightmares
Screaming churn crying soft
Cribs and cages
Marbles clinked as she pulled out the junk drawer
rolled past the frosting colored pistol
around a notebook
the notebook she wrote every picture she didn't want to see anymore down in.
the notebook she picked up first.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
Like a ***** holding up a ceiling tile
My life has been a spiralling circle
Growing upward, getting closer to seeing my angels
While going in circles, living the same life listening and running the same lies
Until I finally come to the point of darkness and utopia and reimburse my time with the ones I miss dearly , in the point of the upward spiral
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
Violence can take hold of anyone;
It strips away the virtues of what one was;
It is the thing that breeds contempt in one's soul,
It forces them to lash out from the depth below;
A depth so dark where terror fills the night,
A place so cold that Hell would never know,
A silence so loud, it would drive one insane;
So grim this place, no one could ever brave.
These “Ones” whose virtues were compromised
Seek vengeance against the deviants of immoral genocide;
To lash against the transgression wrought upon their souls,
To reimburse the deviants ten thousand fold.
Retribution will be made on their day of reckoning
As these deviants will regret the pain and suffering
They invoked upon the “Ones” they wronged.
For now they wish they never engaged
In their acts of brutality and incoherent rage.
Justice has set forth and finally prevailed.
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 3:59 PM UTC
I could drive you to the city,
So you could hear how loud they scream.
Amidst the dust and torn grey ribbon,
Through their cold and granite dreams.
And i can't remember home.
And we could up and leave the city,
Because we fear how loud they scream.
Unwilling to be deafened,
By the cries of concrete teens.
And we're lost within our home.
And we could sit outside the city,
Watch their bleak fire fuel their screams.
Find our fields of warming yellow,
And smile inside our dreams.
And i can't remember home.
Reimburse my colour.
Exit through the grey window.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
The words from man’s mouth expire into deep waters, but maybe you can hear me out.
Underneath salvation skies, I can see the darkness in your eyes.
I can still remember the sound of the acoustic guitar as we danced and the minutes flying by.
I can still taste the champagne on your lips from our first year’s kiss.
Has anyone ever told you the meaning behind angels and belles?
Sometimes it feels as though my own answers don’t reimburse me satisfaction.
In this arctic moment, my heart freezes when I touch your hand and all that’s left is your heavy breathing.
I watch from the sidelines as life passes by and I can barely taste it.
Days and nights live together in my head.
My only desire is to untie and expose our emotions then explore our minds.
Has anyone ever told you the meaning behind angels and belles?
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
A fleeing moment not too soon
To be withdrawn from loving praise
A hefty hollow in my heart
Not for me to see coming days
A vague moment in thought
Ever enthroned with joy
To feel a symphony in a mere bliss
To see one with a heart of gold
To visualise a sight
A sight to behold and cherish
A point where time stands still
And the strokes of existence
Come to an weary halt
For that one moment
The reimburse of peace
The steps of solitude
To a glorifying moment
Of ever-lasting joy
Entombed in a true soul
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
... that is not important.
You’ve spent your time
– so much of our time -
on something that is not important.
And what’s more, you already knew that.
And still you went on
in the hope that it might redeem itself.
We both know what’s important
and what’s not.
We know what is worth our time,
our attention, our tears,
our sleepless nights.
We know what is worth our pain
and what is not.
And yet,
you have near exhausted your time
and, by extension, our time
on something that will never reimburse us.
Something that has cheapened you – us -
and has reduced us to this.
I need to know -
will you fight for something that is important?
And are we important to you?
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 3:15 PM UTC
What do I do?
What do I do?
I'll ******* break them,
The storm I've made drapes them!
The specters don't listen if you don't lead them to their tombs,
A bastard's Satan-son lets his voice echo and loom.
All the times I look at you,
"What's wrong with you?"
"We're ******* through!"
Let it go!
It's nothing new!
And we're all ******
Can't let it go,
Blow over the band,
The pain will fall down with the sand,
Just let it go,
And tell me that you know,
To drop it!
Drop it!
Forget it all!
Watch the fall!
Watch you drop it!
Drop it!
**** you all,
Drop it!
Let me sail on through,
Then notice the pretty view,
Burning,
The tempest on the wake,
Is brewing an underworld earthquake,
Let fire reimburse me,
Let go for your own sake,
Tell me that your life's not at stake.
So move on!
Drop it!
I'm stuck with the ones who will never understand,
Reality is fragile,
Reality's in demand,
You want your salvation?
Take this plan,
Take this gun,
Take the trigger,
To your skull,
Release your specters to the world,
Or you could get off your ***
Point the gun where it belongs,
Then they might drop it.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
The Greatest Gift of All
Comes from our Helper,
Our Heavenly Father.
Who, with Great Mercy
Bore His Only Son, the Divine Fruit
To redeem us from the Fires of Sin
And the Smoke of Anarchy.
Shining from the Son,
There are other Great Gifts given
On-the-Run
And each of them Play a certain Role in Life
While others could reimburse their fife.
Love,
The most Important
Which always keeps Constant
To the Heart.
Taping two People; Then stapling the Many
To God's Unbiased Paper.
A Work of Art.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
Here, I got something to tell you guys
It's not about apple pies, nor some fries
This IS the real me, not a disguise
Can't you see behind those stupid lies?
I'm in the afterlife, looking past my own demise
Call forth to the entity of rhymes, arise
Rapping doesn't need curses
Just look at all of my other verses
Sure, they do make it diverse
In a bucket full of it, my head I immerse
The imprest system I reimburse
I'm trying to rehearse, traverse the world, please don't make it worse.
I know, what I'm doing is adverse towards you but no inhibition
Just clear your vision, pay attention, and listen.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
from suffrage to making it sound that way on the radio,
worlds creativity has stopped,
year of "female pop"
Kanye spazzing every four to five seconds,
we can hope paul didnt write the plot,
i wanna reimburse your ears and soul with blood,
hope it clots
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
She’s not the woman in red,
She’s not out to win her bread,
She’s wanting something else instead.
There’s no need to fill her purse,
What she craves for is much worse,
And she won’t ever reimburse.
She’s hunting for precious life,
She cares not of how much strife
Is brought upon a man and wife.
She wants him in her power,
Makes him fall any hour,
But her sweetness turns to sour.
She gives pleasures to borrow,
Makes him forget the sorrow
Of remorse he’ll bear tomorrow.
From the first time that he fell,
Her steps led him on to hell.
Most don’t escape, but time will tell.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Sick of too much bright?
Dissolve into the velvet night.
Shake out the dust of stars,
Quench the fire, blow in the wind.
Maintain the subtle balance
That silence will allow.
Reflect attack and reimburse
With kindness.
Don’t fight the fading flesh
Nor quarrel with the unexpected present.
Admire the simple, ignore the shame.
Explore that train of light
And with one single backward glance
Consume all the grief that one life
Can contain.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
He must have seen my face,
and smelled the adrenaline
as I searched for my blade,
thoughts of anger turned to him.
He reached into the air,
In attempt to catch the wind,
And in his hand appeared my heart.
The monster held me at his whim.
"I am bound by rule,
as was The Queen, by this curse.
I can only hint
at the nature of its worst.
I have played my part well,
if I may say so first.
The rules of curse dictate
it is time to reimburse.
...With that being stated,
I'm sorry if this hurts..."
Frozen in my place
by the touch he did impart,
I was once again at mercy
of the mystery of art.
Rumpelstiltskin, in control,
took my sword, and pierced my heart.
I saw it melt into the blade,
as it became the vital part.
I once again could move,
I realized, with a start.
"Here now, we have an edge,"
he said, "that knows a thing or two
about the rose, and the thorn,
and the cold and fire, too.
It has pierced the hearts of three,
first me, then queen, then you.
This sword knows more
of this kingdom than you do.
When it's placed within your palm,
you will only see the truth.
Keep it with you always.
May your rule be long and smooth."
I hesitated, full of fear,
that this act had been a ruse,
and Rumpelstiltskin had been waiting
for this very moment's cue
to strike me down with magicked blade,
if his appearance was a clue.
...But then again, I recalled,
how my men had been subdued,
and in my horror, at their states,
I might have stricken them down, too.
This ugly vision lended aid,
and nothing more that came undue.
I was shocked and dismayed
and overjoyed at what ensued:
When I gripped the Thorn of Rose,
every lie I ever knew
was blown away, in single gust:
So much smoke through open flue.
Rumpelstiltskin had gone,
and a blizzard filled the room.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
Flapping flames fall from above
A reflection of affliction
Kissed by death when time is up
The transference of one
To reimburse the curse
a cycle continues of the young
From which we all grow older
to become shards of the sun
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC