"reincarnates" poems
so someone remarks and thus a poem commissioned...
*a better world, a wish no one can turn a back to...
a literacy of mine own, a bridge too far...
but such a lie too glorious to ignore...
blessed be the wisher for he gave this day
water and wine to a lapsed Jew who reincarnates
the containership of body and soul from the Star of David,*
it,
burr~etched upon his chest, and embraces lost tourists
who unfated unfazed stumble
upon the guide dog of his verbal chicanery and funny bone,
smiling for as long as it takes to cross that last bridge,
nearer our god, you than me..
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
I have been hurting for the past 3 months,
I have met someone new,
Her name is Molly,
She introduced herself to me and I took her in,
15 minutes passed and I felt a rush,
*** my knees are buckling as she is caressing me,
I never felt more alive...There is a surge of life that reincarnates me,
Instantley I am In Love...
As I talk to her she tells me everything is going to be ok, you are with me now,
I give into her and she gives me the willpower to carry on,
I tell her, "Molly I trust you, please give me the strength and will power to overcome any obstacle,
She says back, "Manny I will take care of you, carry on and live life with no regrets, you have me I will ALWAYS take care of you."
As I entrust in her I get goose pimples,
My face immediately chooses a different character,
This is the turn around for me and the beginning empire I will soon begin,
As I carry on I will never forget the day of my emotional turn around,
The Day that I met lovely Molly.
{RP}
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles
Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles
When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
When she runs out of hydrogen to burn, she evolves off of the main sequence, climbs the sub-giant branch, and becomes a red giant. Her helium core will continue contracting and eventually, ignite.
Of humble beginnings: birthed in light.
The surface of the sun expands, cools down, turns red. Death of a low mass star. Above the wooden clouds. Whittled to form a sketch of a sky, screaming to be perceived.
Monuments to an era
With less fabrication,
And more speculation.
Four hundred exhalations between ten million years of innovation and instant incineration. Goddess of life itself. Betrayal. Though her temperament lacks spite.
And is Wrought with inevitability. Everything evolves.
Visual constants.
All that is exalted. Our stagnant star suffers, a main sequence departure. Reincarnates herself. A hydrogen Lazarus. Painting for us a portrait,
Of a humble ending: death by light.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC
he is sitting still
a pen in his hand
a paper on the desk
he wants to write
he can't think of anything
he searches trough his pockets
he takes a cigaret
he lights it
he watches smoke
make circles:
seeing the new universe
of unsaid and untold
the drop of ink
falls on the paper
now,the story can unfold.
the ink spreads on a sheet
starts to form a spider
with thiny legs with
six white eyes
made of smeared blue ink
it inlarges it dances
it does what ever
he wants it to do..
then it dies,
with a movement of his pen
it reincarnates with the other one
it's so fun when you can
play with life and death.
he disperse the smoke circle,
with no trouble or regret.
all the time i stood watching
the way the story was made
of a spider from disperse
he puts a dot to end the thought
what a strange mind he has
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
We lay asleep between white sheets.
I can feel your words
through the softness of your kiss.
You’re scared.
I’m scared too.
We press our fear into the safety of one
another.
“Stay” he said.
“Always”.
For it’s the fear that connects us,
bonds our weaknesses,
braids the skin on our arms
and reincarnates love
again
and again.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
It is Easter 2020 a hard time indeed
No Easter sports unless you play sports on the PlayStation yeah
There are no fun events for the kiddies
Just stick to social media
But you could there is a lot on
There is no need to panic
Easter Easter Easter on social media in our homes
No going out to clubs for dinner
Or puns for drunken parties
It is hard if you can’t talk on the street
But that means you shouldn’t be rude
Because Jesus wouldn’t want that
Easter Easter Easter on social media
In our homes
Partying on your couch
Doing art and drinking grog
And saying party ****** party
But Easter tells you of the death and reincarnation of our very lord Jesus
In 2 days well nobody reincarnates that quick but Jesus is important
He helped a lot of people
And helped a lot of souls
Is it about the Easter bunny
Giving eggs and bunnies to
All the cool children who love Easter
Easter Easter Jesus is alive
Easter Easter bunny for the kids
Easter Easter have fun in life oh yeah
Easter Easter yes it is a great holiday
But the coronavirus is making people
A pack of fucken clowns
I hope Easter is a happy one
I hope Easter is great for all
I hope Easter is a time to have fish on Good Friday but no sports no sports
Well let’s party at Easter, dudes
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
people have written about everything,
nothing has been left to be found.
I've tried to find what wasn't leftover,
but it's gone.
there's been poet's and scribes,
prophets and writs;
but they're gone,
for now.
until another one reincarnates.
again.
love is nothing new to us.
and war never changes too.
but what we write is just rhetoric,
maybe that is too.
what's written makes no sense.
but there's no more writing to be found.
weirdly how I'm writing,
what should've seemed so profound.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
I fell in love with a beautiful koi fish
One jaded day she swam up stream and didn't comeback
I've been fishing in the rain
Baiting her
Then one miserable day
She swam downstream and came back
they say"por la voca muere el pez"
And you took the bait
now you're dead.
I'm left wondering why do I keep feeding the fish that dies and reincarnates
To leave , whirlpools , maelstroms , and broken waterfalls inside of my brain.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
I can't fathom the depth required to indulge in trust.
The possibility escapes me at critical moments.
At moments of possibility,
At moments of change,
At moments of new life.
A larva.
Here is my word, hold it sacred to you. It is my life, hold it as
though, if dropped, the ground will swallow it whole.
Here is my shield, you may glance, gawk, or gaze, but
this I hold sacred for when the ground swallows my word whole and reincarnates it as everyone's air to breathe freely and wholly.
A butterfly.
You may have my word.
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Hands stretched exposing their webs, and then
flexed into white-specked fists; and then again. And then the hands stretched. The ground unbuttoned as the word descended clawing at draped silk.
A butterfly, wings tattered.
Capture. Torture. Exploit.
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The atmosphere was encompassed with dread and longing -
a smog of guilt, anger, and repression. Diamonds lied on their sides and bled tales that stung the ears of all in the vicinity.
A caterpillar, hope helms.
Bleed. Infect. Repeat.
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Passerby after passerby shuffled along with wide eyes and hushed whispers. Faint feathers were pressed outward, hitting people like bricks and leaving craters behind.
A moth, lights negligent.
Judge. Sabotage. Forget.
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Dignity lost and feeling next to naked. Covering myself with my token. My word builds; my walls build.
A larva.
Heal. Scar. Fear.
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I can't fathom the depth required to indulge in trust.
The possibility escapes me at critical moments.
At moments of possibility,
At moments of change,
At moments of new life.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Ive lost all motivation on loving you
Being with you is tormenting
You drag my soul made blue
And you've made me hate loving
Anger corrupts my heart
As beautiful awakenings disintegrates
You enabled my introvert
Now depression reincarnates
I'm so blue it has become evil
No remorse can be tamed
Everything seems vile
It appears I am chained
Loving you felt so euphoric
Until you cursed it for fear
Now I stand disorientated
As everything is unclear
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
The aroma in the air,
The pungent smell of sulfuric acid,
Dripping down the table,
My hands shake in abhor and fear,
I lean down to check,
There lies your body restless,
In this anxiety and sweat trailing down my back,
I feel pleasure,
This ****** was forceful,
Our once flourished love story,
It has now ended in demise,
Your lifeless body reincarnates my soul,
I slowly trace my fingers on your body,
"We were once so good to be true,
But now you are no more",
I say, as I close your eye lids.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
How much more will I have to break my bones,
How much more will I have to stay paralyzed,
How much more will I have to rip out my skin,
How much more will I have to claw out my heart,
Before someone comes and reincarnates me back into a healthy new born?
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
stripped away and sanded down
old love settles /
creaking knees still
bare love’s weight
sweet neck nuzzles
faint patchouli /
hot dog breath
crowds exposed legs /
tipping slightly
placing a soft kiss
onto a smooth cheek /
sunbeams through lace treatments
spotlights our tattooed rings
our eyes meet /
gently upturning
our smiles align
with the sun and moon /
timeless and constant
our love reincarnates
next time we meet
each time
until we travel the cosmos
as wind /
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
You don’t worry now
In no way you know what’s in store for you
You are prepared and strong as never before
Your strength is the past you
You landed to keep cultivating
Learning reincarnates the new you
Damped and vexed you go panicky
Materialistic move makes you volcanic stormy
Blue and hazed you loose maturity
You go killer, adverse for humanity
The days pass, scenery changes
You go through creation-devastation phases
Channel changes, fluctuates the life
You put a stop when a move can be miraculously divine
You can shine brighter in the constellation of stars
Why look back, your life is to start
Glory to the art of living
Entices you, forces you to go brainsick
You are composed with the vast experience
Insanity can be pricky, more fierce
This short span is to love not to regret
Put your worries and fear aside
Gather the traces yourself to fight
Every day is a war you are in
Be so confident that you ever win!!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Meditating my way to Nirvana,
I exult in desire,
My needs fufilled,
And tranquillity comes along as willed,
Wishing away tyranny,
Atrocious leaders that ****
Should try meditation,
Until their soul reincarnates.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
the bone-ache of wind and cold
runs up her legs as she walks through the plain
so she could rest in the earth and finally
sleep, knowing she found
something better than it was
before.
she searched the jungles once
but all she found were choking vines
still, the leaves whispered
𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵
but the tip of their tongues faded
into static and she thought she found
a parchment’s glass bottle washed
up onto the shore but then the sea
leapt up and stole it again.
she sat on the beach for hours
like a long-lost lover, yearning and
waiting
but one day she vanished—
not to home, there was never
home, but to a place that replaced
her new loss with the ones she’d
met before, old friends with the other half
of the story.
now, she walks with the others’
manifest destinies but hers is a
glory that they’ll never know,
no gold or God or greatness but
an answer…
brushstrokes to give definition
though the edges always bleed,
so she reincarnates to do it all
again.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC