"relm" poems
They say come shine with us brotha
We'll make you a star
Above the life your living
Into a new beginning
They Really want you to Illuminate...
So They'll scope you out, take your talents
and you'll Illumainate..
Out of the darkness
of nothingness
the normal everyday
Into a new relm of darkness
Blinded, guided all the way,
So You'll do as they say
becasue you want their way
of lifestyle they portray,
But thats not their everyday
But You Illuminate.....
On the black and white
cause colors don't exsit
well not by themselves
just hidden in abyss
But you Illuminate....
Climbing to the top
your light can't be stoped,
As a pawn in their chess game
you just want the fame
Because you Illuminate....
You think we are not the same
And you do as they say
found no better way
to see but out one Eye
an As You Illuminate...
All You see is I
Cuz To you thats who got you there,
But they know it was them
and You so unaware
You Illuminate
For Him,
Marrying the night
with contracts that seem so right
and then Your tied to strings
To Illuminate
All there things,
the corruption of the pure
No longer your own source of power,
But they're your electricity
Causing you to Illuminate
The way they want you to be
Binded To the ROC
Universal Mind control,
But everyone Once a chance
To Illuminate The Soul....
Making this your goal
you dont understand,
They say to be great...
You Need To Illuminate....
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
I believe people can change. Anyone, in any time of their life can change, but only if they are willing. The problem lies in the fact that most people are not willing to change, they are, instead, trying to change you.
I have tried to reach through their mental barriers, but words only push so hard. I tried to show them videos, certian circumstances, I even took a stand against an entire community, risked relationships with people that I love, people who looked up to me, people that were important... But, I guess, not as important as the big picture I see.
They will always refuse to see my picture and rather show me theirs. I listened, I watched, I read, and I submerged myself in their world, and tried to see what they saw... And I still said "no".
So when I try to do the same, I am not even aloud to bring it up anymore, unless it's from their relm, because they are cowards. They want to believe, not take action. People are timid to bleed, to cry, to feel what another feels. The truth makes them cringe because they don't understand. They don't want to understand. So therefore it's wrong, or it's right, or it ceases to exist.
Change requires action.
I hope you're comfey in your chair.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
alone in the depths of my minds chaotic commotion
trapped in the relm of my ever changing emotion
trying to make sense of my hopeless devotion
instead i turn, holding my gaze to the ocean
caressing the shore, the waves pull me in
unleashing, unlocking something deep within
teasing and taunting daring me to begin
for life is a game i can never win
the lull of the waves whisper softly in my ear
silently beckoning me to surrender my fear
awakening my senses, pulling me near
as i look out to the ocean my perception becomes clear
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC
his leisure suit is neatly folded
benith his sweating palms
each exact line per-measured and tailored
to demonstrate to all who gaze on his corrupt face
that he is a man in need of a beach
a little drink with an umbrella and
a dusky girl named Lola
she walks the fenceline
she mends the gaps with patchs from
the pants of this girl from phish tour
and peices of the tye-dye tapestry she uses as a blanket
we mend our lives with the things we have at hand
we see our lives in the slow motion
of each days new reality
regardless of its bearing on what reality really is
its a painting of a man painting a smile on a sad womans face
sitting on hasting's whisper wall
the corporate man
with his far eastern flavors
tends to exaggerate his bent frame
over people sitting at the whisper wall
his face sings a sweet song
but his fingers set fires in the pockets of passerby's
stealing the coins of the relm
but only the ones with a stuttering king
gone down this road many a time
seen this same company of rabble-rousers
dressed in folds of scented linen
walking along the river road
disscussing in mid-evil painters and poets
but they never resolve the questions of the universe
they never even agree what topping to get on the pizza
so much for the rule of wisdom
been many years since i sat at
hastings-on-the-hudson's whisper wall
with that girl
but i still cherish the conversations we had
and time i spent there with her
i have a new whisper wall
on a beach facing the setting sun
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
"Take me back to Jupiter" the little girl cried.
Tears in her eyes, releasing a sigh of....
something.
A release of a subject, something not quite in the relm of love but that of loathing.
Losing by the tail feather of cupids arrow.
Grazing his cheek.
Pricking the skin in her chest.
Planting a flower of heart petals which blooms in her eyes-
Mid blink.
When her eyes open. She sees you.
And you let that feeling,
The dopamine feeling.
The chemical experiment which runs through your veins,
Pounding in your heart,
Fluttering in your stomach,
Pressing against your lips
Without realising....
She also saw someone else when she opened her eyes.
Instead of a monogamy of romance youve invited yourself into a competition you can't win since she'll always love the both of you...
And there's nothing you can do about that.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC
My drought had been long
My thrist severe inside
The desert cold of my loneliness.
Such a pining I felt
And could not describe but
My need was easily understood.
I had a craving for contact
Of warm skin, conditioned hair,
Under the saftey of a comforter.
The Night's cold that chills
May speak of my need, but the
Wounds of my soul held the truth.
I could feel myself withering
In the cold desert of my feelings-
Such a death I wish on no one.
My rewaking arose with the cold
Sting of a blade, feeling warm
against my icy veins.
The blade made a flow of
words into my mind and
bid me to write them here.
Of such reminders I have few,
But I remember this feeling,
Which I asked to wait outside the door.
Upon Her entry I remembered why
I had avoided Her for so long,
Her cold gaze penetrating my heart.
It was not in my strength to
Fain a second defense against
The onslaught of her will.
She held me in her frigid embrace
And I thanked her for it,
For within it was a hint of what I longed.
I knew the blade was Hers,
And bid her again my gratitude,
For I knew this death would let me live.
It is almost morbidly humorous
That Loneliness can take care of
Those enslaved to her so well.
Clasping the wound from the blade
I walked out the Door, wishing to
Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom.
There was little time however,
And I wished to say goodbye to a
Chosen few, and the journey was harsh.
The wind outside howled and snow
Bit at my face, much like those
I felt necessary to bid my adieu.
While I can scarcely recall
My meetings with both, I know
The burden was lessened by the visit.
The touch of a warm hand lingered
On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss
On my tongue were the only memories I left with.
At the Gateway to the
Relm of the Warm I looked back
quietly on the Land of the Lonely.
I know many despise that Queendom,
But I cultivated a fondness for it
Few can grow, and fewer can explain.
At 2AM I took a longing breath
Of the coldness that surrounded me
And with it I walked out the archway.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
I've always heard silence is golden
but, what if your voice is stolen
Is it then as precious as gold
or is it more like steel bars bitter and cold
I've always been told the grass isn't greener on the other side
sometimes I wonder and sometimes I think they lied
I have heard on the wind, you reep what you soe
I ponder this as I weep for a foe
All these expressions , these old wise tales
They try to nutshell the human nature
All that we fail and all that we hail
I believe life is short
we must set sail , we must leave port
Explore the relm on which we grace
Hand in hand and face to face
Love all that you hold dear
cherish every hug and every tear
Never ...ever live in fear
Always follow your heart,
but let your mind co-pilot
Hold on to your pride
but keep it in your pocket
Live your dreams
but,don't dream your life
Your life is a vessel upon a vast sea
Do you want to be the sail that guides your way
or continue being the anchor that holds you down today.......
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
We will never understand the reason
If we only focus on this life
Or the purpose of God and the plans that he's got
For the good of all mankind
If we only see daily mounting troubles
And not the Glory that's soon to come
That God set aside when his son came to die
Offering that free gift to everyone
While some gladly take, others seal their own fate
Judging themselves apart from God's Love
Setting all of the blame on the God who loves them
Thinking they know when they clearly don't
In speaking those words they just add to the curse
An eternity of Hell fire and brimstone
Because somehow they think for them to believe
They first must give everything up
No way could they know the treasures bestowed
For those who die to themselves
Giving all that they have to what forever lasts
Forsaking everything else
We never will understand the reason
If we only focus on today
Instead of what's to come in the heavenly relm
While what we have here quickly passes away
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Introducing someone to poetry is like
rubbing steel on concrete
the grit makes sparks,
and the sparks grow and glow
and though the steel is dull,
and the back abiss of its coloration can be depressing
still the sparks glow
still they grow
but this time, with vengeance
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
This is a repost of a repost I once posted
Just to get somebody to read
As I'm quickly running out of ideas
In the relm of poetry
My hopes is it's far enough back in the pack
Where the first repost has faded from mind
Along with the fact originality I lack
At this moment in time
I might add an extra line of rhyme
That didn't come to mind the first, second, and third time
In case it looks too familiar
When brought out in the light
Then with this repost of a repost I once posted
No one should suspect a thing
Although they may have their suspicions
In its rhyming and its ring
Sometimes I figure if even I can't remember
Myself writing out this poem
Then I have no worries as we all read in a hurry
And no one will ever know
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Immersed in deep and warm waters
In blissful, warm, and clear sparkling oceans
I swim to a relm of deeper awareness
Thoughts connecting radio waves from my mind...to another..excited emotions.
Two souls connected as one.
More powerful as one mind
Than as two separate minds thinking alone..
Electrified waves of deeper discovery
To the answers to the complex problems that ate through to the bone.
A team
Fighting, together, to aid in the strength of our future.
Clairvoyance doubles security and the power of our intellects
To defeat those full of blind ignorance
Once at our weakest
A disease,to us, once infects
Us to a scared fever of delirium
Now the ones who were the disease
Through combined teaching
Are the cured ones.
Miles apart..however ,in mind, we are always together.
Connected as one
We defeat overwhelming odds
As one energy, forever.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
As the pain of the knife i felt stabbing me in the back
The black whole and black universal abyss pirate treasure map cracked
Open seasame on seasomy street elmo and big bird snack
The plate and tunnel vision tube with birning pictures attack...
The records of archives and tape recorder ******
Maxing out credit cards until andromada Pandora bOX crack
Thankfully the painting on the picture in the kitchen MATCh MAX
Max a million in mortal and immortals WW{3} combat
The water is broken and the paint on the Mona Lisa cheek smack
Still with a poker face straight face held in perfection barracks
One military commander and commandress controlling a corporation sleeping sack
In church with briefcase packed
My relm is never out of wack
Black cat crosses ducks quack
Ducking and dodging paper stacked
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
My insomnia is getting to me,
seeing things that should only exist;
in my dream relm.
I wonder,
can the people around me see them too?
...No, or they'd be screaming too.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
The sun took it's first breath.
The moon flew downward,
Attempting to take a rest.
The beautiful rays of the sky,
Drew a question mark written across
The blue oasis asking "Why?"
That's when I first saw you there,
Oh, and if any words could tell you where
Myheart is,
it is lost.
Disappeared in an invisible relm,
Washed away by numb feelings
To overwhelm my body, my mind, my soul,
To grasp every word drawn up in my
Occupied mind would surely be a blessing,
For you have definately, undeniable, amazingly stole my heart
I don't understand what went wrong;
My love,
Or my song,
Sung for you.
Which one came first?
My reasoning or my verse
Read to you?
What made the words form oh so
Perfectly?
But where did I leave you?
Marked up,
Bloddy, lain upon a road I only wish I knew.
Fell past behind an opposing fate.
On that road, I left my soul.
All smiles slid down to my shadows,
My shadow smiles now.
My mind stole my words,
My mind speaks for me now.
My body breathes,
My body lives now.
My soul has a voice,
My soul screams now and cries
For you.
Every breath departed from these lips
Sings a song only for you.
Line by line,
Layer by layer,
I express every feeling for you.
When your palms rested against my skin,
My whole entire being felt you.
Pumping gratefulness through the veins.
I feel beyond myself in your grasp,
The warmth of your touch.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
She stands in front the mirror,
looking from head to toe.
She stands in front the mirror,
as the tears flow.
Why can't she be pretty?
Why can't she be strong?
Why can't she be the one,
that anyone wants?
She stands in front the mirror,
all broken and alone.
She stands in front the mirror,
hoping for a home.
Just wishing she could,
walk through the glass,
to another relm.
Closing her eyes,
She begins to dream.
A life.
A love.
A hope,
for better it seemed.
She looks up,
and hope something's changed.
Sadly only a broken girl staring,
into the mirror remains.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC