"renegades" poems
I can’t help but wonder if we have crossed paths
Over and over again, tangling each hello
Catching a hint of mischief when we first bumped into each other
And how easy it was for us to slip into
Conversations, plotting to take on the world
But first things first, we have to catch the moon
And hold the stars ransom in our back pockets
I swear we were pirates singing sea shanties
And conquering cities, but now we settle
For late night dance parties, and one shot, two shot, three
And sure, we are invincible, and I can’t help but wonder
If we have crossed paths over and over again
Our stories layering, life long friends
Or maybe arch nemeses, and each time
Tagging out a new adventure
Where we are chasing after each other
I swear we were renegades, young rebels
Questioning authority and pushing boundaries
Now, we collaborate artistically
Broadcasting in a world of social media, one shout, two shout, three
And sure, we are strong, and I can’t help but wonder
If we have crossed paths over and over again
Our history repeating, kindred spirits
Or maybe pieces of the same soul, and each time
We meet, we find a part of ourselves
We had forgotten
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
West reality made so
that people forced to consume
whatever material or unmaterial goods
here any protest is legalised
in form of demo
which is necessary surround by police
northeless there are people exist who are illegal
beside of refugees from east lands
there also socalled insane people
who are locked in closed loony bin
or hunted like amok
untill they really get insane
if you take separately each after other
their fate and observe it precise
you will find there all the evil of
patriarchal repression
what is the consequence of capitalism
patriarchal repression
which is so masterfully comuflaged in west
but since the victims, the renegades live on rand of society
no one ever take their lifes and deaths under lenses
just example:
feminists dont fight for the rights of the debased woman
in their neigbourhood
but just speculate about arbitrageness in Iran
not ever able to change something in afar lands
they simply ignore evil which happens beside them
every day, every night
there is pseudo-publicity in capitalism
since those who rebel against
become mostly so oppressed
that they never ever get any chance to
speak out loud
and revenge!
While those anarchists and punks
who squats in city and towns
will never give political asylum
to the one who's life circumtances
penetrate to be betrayed by friends
living on the streets and parks
and hunted by psychiatry
during anarchists and punks are not
real activists of underground
but just kind of subculture
which live quite comfortably in capitalism
it just funky to be anarchist or punk
and nobody knows how they will act
in critical situation
I lost my believe on socalled leftists
in fact they are same equal part of society
like bankers or yuppies
with a difference that they
pretend they still had some ideals!
known to many
believed by the few as
the truth
Accordingly my individual struggle their claim
is nothing as fallacy
whom believe? Whom with resist in action?
Where hides real iconoclasts?
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
How to fit it?
Be fake.
Put on a pretense.
Like those anchor peoples on the newscast.
Hold your opinions.
They don't like opinionated folks.
And if they are they called personal commentaries.
How to fit in?
Put on that smile.
In life we all are actors.
It's a trait of our character.
Unless we get selected to heaven.
Then that's another matter.
We required to be real because the love of God is there.
How to fit in?
Embrace the concept of your surroundings.
Just sit back and take it all in.
Like a shy person you'll be able to describe everything.
From those that fake to the backstabbers.
Now, you can be a rogue.
Just realize renegades doesn't last in the fakeness for long.
But that's how you fit in?
You just need to ask yourself?
Is this your quest?
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
Passing over mountains
and forging over fords
slipping though forests
filled with dappled shapes,
the Coward-King makes his escape
His heart is beating
and his mind is fleeing
As behind Him
burns all he has ever known
His kingdom ablaze
His cities razed
Fields salted
books torn and statues melted
His people fighting in the ruins
dying ,trying,
to let this not be the end
Flee Coward-King
as your nature becomes known
as the mailed fist torches your own.
**** whats been done!
the Great Enemy has come!
the dread Master
of a dark and terrible horde
and his servants seek you
with ****** swords
Dark Knights on vile steeds
Grim men of black heart
Exiles and renegades
each eager to do his part
To bring you low
to make sure you reap
what you've sown
Can you hear the hounds a baying?
Neath the trees swaying
was that the sound of horses neighing?
The shadows playing
Your wits derailing,
Coward-King,
Your fortress walls have failed
and your flight will be to no avail
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
To those of you who read this,
Who feel like they don't belong,
Who feel that they are the jagged puzzle piece,
Let me tell you one word that describes who you are:
Brave
You stare into the cruel faces of the ones who belittle you,
Who have made you feel like you are nothing
Like you are too fat
Too thin
Too ugly
*A ****
A freak
*A ******
*A ******
You stare deep into their eyes and with all of your might you tell them,
I am braver than you
I am stronger than you.
You will NOT be defined,
You will NOT be dominated by the perfect society we apparently live in
You will NOT be contained like animals in the cages of your despair and live in the shadows.
Together, we will revolt against the ones who have pushed us into the dirt
We are soldiers. We march in unison with our heads held high and the shining sun of pride on our backs,
We are the renegades who will accomplish the mission who will wave the sweet flag of victory above us,
We are the people who are perfect.
Please remember, dear readers:
You are more than a number on the scale
You are more than a social stereotype
You are more than the blade you hold between your fingers
YOU
ARE
BRAVE
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Beware the sour duchess with her cobra tongue,
Come marionette, fall at her feet, the carnal cherry flower maid,
She hides in the devil's gap tooth,
In his pinstriped pockets full of rosary beads and candlewick,
She steals the heart-shaped cosmic superstition,
Demure with dulcet debauchery,
Forged in a grand dalliance of coquettish repulsion with his valiant renegades,
Vagrant of prayer and petrichor,
Buying fancy for the maudlin dolls, the ethereal actresses nursed to betray,
These childish ordeals rosy with youth,
Turn to lilac smitten executioner under the glass of a silver boulevard,
She writes me foolish want in this presence of gods and criminals,
Sell me your kisses and fingertips bruise my aura with your architecture,
Sleeping sound in your dominion the sheets are always warm.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
A cider and a minder
Passing time as a reminder
Pink glow and songs flow
A waxy time erodes the mow
Renegades and perspiration responds
Swimming in winded seas of Jordan
Heated in space, evicted in their pace
Libido fails as the liquor dilutes in taste
Catch an esse as the moonlight smite
Hold another to fake a romantic right
Filter to the cards of ace as the one winks
Emotive intruders farm in fields of pastures
Imbued with alcoholic waterfalls
Molehills of termites condense lose soil
A lack of connection a taunt that apes
Future anthems triumph in hungered strums
Amused by the music erupting volcanoes
A morrow blows as the candle slows
To tow the tall grassed disused straw
A spring to summer that promises sun rays
A resolve to moderation to preserve modesty
A kiss stored forever peeping the awing stars
To guard a heart and hatch uniformity
Trembles justly forgotten in termed premises
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
"O GOD ! only hand--- only leg
bleeding, hanging to the chopped body --o god !?!"
enough ! to discharge the debt of the soil.
"o god!
these little babies who are supposed to be the metaphor of passion,
are forced to be the product of flesh trade !
these tender hands , supposed to paint the alphabets
are made to clean the riffles !
o god !
they are eating mud--
they are drinking the ***** of animals...."
yes! the survival is important
to break the shackles of this soil.
"O GOD ! O GOD ! O GOD ! O G>>"
no !. no!. sympathy? charity ? i am not the beggar !
do not come on the wings of eagle holding the dove.
if you have a human soul..
demand those who are shedding crocodile tears.
i demand the answer , not the bread of consolation.
do the sons of my soil robbed these big-brothers at any time?
tell them not to declare the renegades as the protectors of my land.
**** **** ***** **** **** **** ****
tigris and euphrates, ganga and godavari
amazan, dandakaranya
somalia, rhodesia---- red with blood
santiyago, madrid, -- echoing
tahir square, beijing, brasilia... burning--
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
i may be falling down-- but i will rise ...
o big brother... you are not god
you can declare yourself as jesus
i am the child of spartucus
"o god ! are you a terrorist? are you a revolutionary?"
ha ha ha--- let it be.
now , the deserts having oil in lap
the forests having minerals in heart
the voices demanding the natural justice
are these the shelters of terrorists.. revolutionaries ?
let it be!
i am a revolutionary........
to discharge the debt of my soil !!
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Acrobats diving into a sea of exotica
Landing amongst the heroes and the renegades
They were equipped with the power of silence,
Subtle yet unafraid
And all disbelievers drown in decimals of a twisted maze
Were they casting spells on the curious?
Or we're they the definition of what it is to be brave?
I wasn't ignorant
I was here to learn from it
It was force that lead me into the darkness just to find the light of faith and hope at the end of the tunnel
At the end of a race
After an avalanche of discouragement
I finally saw the weekly forecast of what it could be.
Partly sunny
Mainly rain
A light chill
Or a thunderstorm
I wanted more
I wanted everything
I wanted more
I had everything
I was dreamer drunk on dandelions only to find what couldn't be true
But I wanted to;
I wanted you
I was hopeless romantic with a bad attitude
With a delirious mind casting spells on you
I was entitled
You weren't having it
I wanted everything
But you wanted less from me
I was incapable, but you were everything
You had nothing
But you were my everything
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
This is for the cell phone renegades
Those who use post its like grenades
This is for the average mavericks
Those who live in defiance of cruel cliques
This is for the subway gladiators
Those who live love over hate even in an elevator
This is for the commuter warriors
Those who ignore the bigots and barriers
To all of you out there , wherever you are
Let's create a better world, both near and far
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts
into the unfinished talks
into the incomplete memories
into her interim proximity
i summoned her as she left
but it went unheard
renegades often turn deaf
let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts
i'd claim it elusive mischance
i'd profess on empty hope
i'd even bridle my despair
'one can ail to no avail,
nor tears'll bring respite!'
these were her last words FOR me
let silence settle by my side today
else i'd again be driven
into the echo of her thoughts
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC
you run through my mind like water
cleansing any good left in this world
showers of emotions that cannot be restrained
down upon my heart do they rain
and in seeking shelter from the storm
i find myself in the trap you've created
left with no option but to strip myself down and now my soul is naked
though i stopped answering your calls
i remember how good you felt inside me
soon i am prisonor at war that's been taken
(and you always seem to find me)
what say you? you crazy man of a fool
i've sent you packing straight to hell
(though i've been there a few times too)
it's when the chill in the air becomes too cool
that i feel the need to be abused by you
and the pain in the pleasure is worth the ravishing beating
we say it's love, but what's the true meaning?
when two souls are colliding because they've come out of hiding just to give way to waters receding
you say i'm your revolution
that i am the sun to your earth
i say some lies are worth believing
(yet they always seem to work)
a round of applause to the love
that always makes it hurt
a standing ovation to the taste of your kiss
that always makes it worse
because you will always leave
and i will always turn away
but you will always be back
and i will always vow to stay
what's the meaning any way?
an addict never tells the truth they say
shoot me with your broken promises any day; right in the veins
the high is a euphoria i can't explain
we've everything to lose
we've nothing to gain
i am addicted to your madness
you are addicted to my pain
rebels in a world that isn't ours
we set the standards; there are no bars
there is no sun to set; there are no stars
there is just us
whoever we are
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
called me in for a consultation,
“*lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,
“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides
the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence
I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,
let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful
here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived
return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!
I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!*”
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
One soul speaks through all beings. Do you feel your breath this instant? Listen to your gut. So much for laughter that never hurts.
Maybe that's true if only for less than a minute.
But prisons have rhythmic fences. And sentences are full of repetitive dissonance.
Listen to inflections upon inflections of assonant elements.
Permanent renegades find solace in their bank accounts.
Routine check-ups in tenements are redundant.
As are our abundant landlords.
Saddled with debt, sandwiched between apartments and developments.
It's a cantankerous day in the city.
Our feet are fired up. Like living in an aquarium.
A solarium is a serpent's ideal apartment.
Kindness is always humble.
So I stumbled into your arms and found my retirement package.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
I need you to roll me a cigarette,
little girl. Give a twirl.
Flick the Bic and spindle your hair.
Will-O-Wisp in every curl.
Princely visions laced within your
every exhale - sparkle fog. Alive,
thoughts so eager to dive and weave something vivacious
Memory’s mantra, colony hive.
-
We were born in a bog, favors never come easy.
Just stepping stones and play things
for the spoiled, the renegades, and identity seekers.
Impressed not by treks of rat kings.
Perhaps a crag will open up with a yawn
and swallow down towers of sheep-men.
Digesting their white picket vaults in the core.
Maybe I’ll get some sleep then.
-
Void Water throne room;
on golden stools they sit.
Not shiny chairs to squat on,
but the stool they crave to ****
We lay in watch - cackling, amused -
As the chamber corrupts its own brood.
Together, we cast jubilant tones.
Beggar’s sphere language renewed.
-
Beneath the crooked branches of the walnut tree -
all bards fell silent. She riddles: “In which key?”.
The answer was the sound of ten-thousand vibrating wings.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
jumping jumbled thoughts
hop-scotch, double-dutch, criss-cross
getting lost in mish-mosh
scratching a vinyl
stuck constant skipping,
unfinished rounds of loop-de-loop spinning
speeding down stream
leaping across time warping lilypads,
memories interrupted by what-if daydreams.
my brain places haphazard bookmarks
when it runs into a lump,
then hops on a new train
ka-clunk ka-clunk-clunk ka-clunk,
tripping over decaying stumps
and mountains of over-processed junk.
always falling back to distraction,
instant satisfaction
was taught to me habitually,
so i look the other way when
my will bends instantaneously
at the mention of insane
raucous romping renegades.
i throw hand grenades
to prevent unfinished fragments
of insight from cementing.
wishing my words would
spit themselves out,
or dive off a cliff to utter calamity
cause effort is lost on me -
passionless revere
and bottomless see-sawing.
just stick me slack-jawed
in front of any cookie-cutter size of
plastic rectangle-god,
they all repeat the same chant
commanding me to stare endlessly at
screen after screen after screen after screen after screen -
my screaming pacified by flashing lights
and buzzing jibber-gabber.
infinite scrolling consumes isolated nights,
meticulously crafting a self-projection
made from inverse other-reflection
to deflect nagging fear of
detection and rejection.
can you really hear my inflection
from this typeface
and condensed pre-packaged mind-space?
i feel like i'm speaking,
but feedback is empty and misplaced
only muttered out by thoughtless mistake.
well once i pin me down
ill stick you beside,
and we can melt into cork board
a collage of disintegrated insides.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Your ******* became my freedom
My freedom, your *******
How do we make it in this cruel world, my love?
Side by side we’ve always stood
Moving from this esteemed position
I plan not to do
Change is inevitable, as it has been foretold
Your soul is beautiful
Scars, bruises, tears, and all
I look far deeper than you realize
You see far deeper than I would like to admit
I’ll drop my double-standard
If you drop your self-loathing
Sound like a deal?
I rest my scars in your hand
Not because they are your fault
But because you cared enough
I take responsibility for those nights
Not because they were my fault
But because I care for you so deeply
Lovers, we are not to each other
Soul mates and renegades, we’ve become
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
From the tip of my toes
To the top of my head,
This world
Is suffocating me.
I'm up to my ankles with Jackals;
I'm up to my tibia with Libya;
I'm up to my knees with Refugees;
I'm up to my thighs with Counterspies;
I'm up to my crotch with Iraq;
I'm up to my groin with Muslims;
I'm up to my waist with the Displaced;
I'm up to my belly button with Christians;
I'm up to my hands with Iran and all ...stans;
I'm up to my rib cage with Renegades;
I'm up to my sides with Genocides;
I'm up to my chest with the Oppressed;
I'm up to my neck with Egypt;
I'm up to my nose with Jews;
I'm up to my cheeks with Sheiks;
I'm up to my Irises with Isis;
I'm up to my eyeballs with Jihads;
I'm up to my ears with Syria;
I'm up to my forehead with Baghdad;
I'm up to my cranium with North Koreans.
My Christmas Wish:
Is for them to do
The anatomically impossible:
***** Themselves.***
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I am Renegade.
Have you heard of me?
I've heard of you
I've watched you
I've listened to you
You and your disgusting lies
You and your empty promises
Battalions of idiots follow you
Battalions of the hopeless follow you
You spit on the people
You **** in their needy hands
You hunt those who apose you
You don't hunt me.
You know why?
I'm your shadow
Always watching you
I lead the poor
I lead the sick
I lead the dieing and the ******
I am your opposition in the shadows
I am a rebel
I am a Renegade
We are rebels
We are Renegades
We smile as lies are leaked
We laugh at your stupidity
We watch and wait
I am the the idea nothing more
I am not the leader
I am not the army
I am not the weapon
I am the beginning
I am the father nurturing the child
I let it grow by itself
I am Renegade
I am the beginning of the end
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Starring through
the eye glass of this
Empty. Empty bottle,
and then another
and another
I extort the plights of this world
Post-pubescent, Bile.
The gutters reject the rain the same
Alleviated
by the glint. The glimmer
of the OPEN sign cascading across your
Eyes, repress the boredom.
The subdued state of Euphoria.
So lets drop the glass
and propose our toasts
Renegades on a destructive course.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
I’m trying to numb the intensity of this prayer
didn’t make it to kneeling cuz I doubt I believe in this
pasts experiences never equip me for this
love was meant to be kind not bruising so anger replaced sanity
as I denied its existence in me
then hate became an ultimatum to my soul
Love has not let me down
A person did
We had different ideas of love got confused somewhere in-between
How can you ask me to go back to that cold place alone
Where self is denied cuz pain occupies
He loved me only to hate me I don’t know how to justify it
Cuz is in the doing not in the things you say
So resentment of them became a state of mind
Jumping to conclusions cuz I anticipated a lie
Father love did not fit no where
Show me a map where renegades
Authorize a path for the wounded soldiers of love, the helpless, the broken and those letting go
Cuz love still remains kind and unchanging
Love still protects and unhurting
Love still remains love
BRING ME BACK AT LOVE’S DOOR
I’ll form a fist so tight for the sake of my healing I’ll knock till my knuckles bleed come out love I’m knocking , I’m kneeling, I’m prepared to believe in you ,existing
Now that I found my revelation that love still remains kind and unchanging
Love still protects and unhurting
Love still remains love cuz I believe that love did not let me down only a person did.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
First thing when I rise
Devine beautiful mastermind
Badass twisted reckless mother ******
Chivalrous charismatic being
Grass inhaled and exhaled-
exhibition of your minds greatest works on the biggest ***** of their bodies
Trusted and tender
Passionate pitter of his vocals trickle into my ear
Zoning into his eyes
Dark and soulful
Locked in and uncontrollable involuntary hands move swiftly across colored skin
Secrets swivel through the air
So sell me your sweetest memories
Tell me your worst
I’ll prepare
Aligning our aliens
Parallel parking in the third eye
Dismember her heart
Reassemble the right way
Getting their fix off one another
Rough rendezvous
Right place
Right time
Tattoos intertwine
Awakening between the sheets of her mind
Reciprocating the rawness of his past times
Renegades seeking retribution
Last thing when I fall
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
When I told you "I love you."
It was my heart
When I chose to cross-over
Shout out that it's done
It was my mind
That was an era that started a war
A rage that erupted
Conflicting feelings
Disheveled emotions
Vague decisions
The siren signaled
Man is the enemy
Woman ran to the open field
She looked for shelter
Man dropped the bomb
Woman surrendered
A white flag, man also raised
Both died- but not in spirit
Man and woman felt alive
Man lifted the woman's hands
Together they marched as one
The darkest days have ended
If this was a siege, man and woman
Both are veterans
The renegades of love die last
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Within the arteries of dense retentivity
There lives a captain that attracts
Waves of mass intensity
Oh the stars’ gaze
When we put down the map
And drift into this maze
The magnetic dynamic perpetuates
A life so unjust for the rarity of passion that instigates
A constant motion that renegades
Against the law of inertia
This is the grand escapé
Oh the stars’ gaze
When we put down the map
And drift into this maze
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC