"reviling" poems
I fell in love with the feel of the earth beneath my feet,
With the set of my arms and the cold on my face,
I fell in love with the things that I see and the people I meet,
I feel so madly in love with the sway of my hips,
When I’m walking away when I’m feeling like this.
I fell in love with my clever remarks, my hair and my heart,
Fell in love with the way you can’t tear me apart,
I fell in love with feeling like enough,
And knowing I’m strong, I’m stable, I’m tough.
I fell in love with the girl in the mirror
With her scratches and bruises I’m so proud that she’s here,
With her brilliant blue eyes laying claim to her dreams,
That glistens and sparkle such beautiful things,
I’ve fallen in love with all of my freedoms,
With how I cast off my chains screaming I’d beat them.
Through torture and heartbreak, through hopes gone and died,
Through horrible moments and losing my pride,
Through promises destroyed with lies and deceit,
Through all of the things you cast down on me,
I fought and I prayed to the cold in that place,
I practiced my aim, against the words you misplaced.
I pushed through all those words that you murmured,
The very same ones I strangled and murdered,
That now lay still at my feet, reviling the person
I always knew I could be, Unnerved and wide open,
with fresh pains and fresh hopes
No one will ever tear me down
Not while she is here
I will let those burdens go and cast away my tears
Knowing good and well that I have killed my fears and
I am with the one I love and I’m so proud she’s here.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Today I reached for you
With a kind of virtue
And sincerity pressed behind
the design on my lips
Little realizing I was still reviling
Within my current remiss
I went and sinned again darlin'
There's little to do for recompense,
and so cordially I professed to you
all of my candid truths
With every intent
To avoid becoming uncouth
and elusive
Because... I do miss you
And I suppose I well knew...
You don't feel the same
I could feel it the instant you responded
Not the least bit concerned
Which was well deserved
Leaving me completely despondent
I need you to remind me
Just how lost my heart has become
And what that has cost anyone
Trying to reach for me
When I become undone
Somewhere in between
the real desire to reignite whatever fire
had transpired between us
With a new flame
Lay my hidden ulterior motive
Even I believed we would achieve
Something constructive
Yet my devious mind
Deceived even myself
To harness this abject,
self-destructive desire
Call me by my real names:
Heartless.
Narcissist.
Liar.
Coward.
Creep.
Thief of catharsis.
Remind me of the same feeling
Delivered in your own unique way
Because I can't stand
To let myself ever forget again
This pain in my chest
Is everything to remain
It's all I have left
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
I accost daylight, reviling in the promiscuity of the waken world
Come, be absent with me, enjoy the splendor of the famine
The only pleasure we’ll allow ourselves is that of a despondent heart
As we weaken the bonds that chain us, we’ll destroy ourselves
How can I rationalize my desires, their innocence shames me
To be reprehensible, oh such a glorious way to be
We ran through the streets encased in neon luminance
You, with your hope and rebellion
Me, in awe of you
This truancy, this desolate homage to backroads and swindled affairs
It leaves a longing to wear her fur coat, my makeup soiled beautifully
Those nights of dreams, and dreams, and dreams, resurrect disenchanted
As I lay aching, biting the the cold steel for the knowledge of ones price
The nullity welcomes a confusion, searching for a fragment of familiarity
Wanting and wishing back the stale taste of the endless mornings
I’ll bring with me the calm, the reassurance of futile worth
The length is calculated, the smirking clock relishing in his dismal pace
We trade the dampened moss as the stars scoff at our ignorance
They whisper, piercing the darkness with their reminder
three moons, alas three moons
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
Let as many Bondservants as are under the Yoke Count their own Masters Worthy of all Honor, so that the name Of GOD and His Doctrine may not be Blasphemed. And those who have believing masters, let them not Despise them because they are Brethren, but rather Serve them because those who are Benefited are Believers and Beloved. Teach and Exhort these things. If anyone Teaches otherwise and Does not Consent to Wholesome Words even the Words of our LORD Jesus Christ, and to the Doctrine which Accords with Godliness. He is Proud, knowing nothing, but is Obsessed with Disputes and Arguments over Words, from which Come Envy, Strife, Reviling, Evil-Suspicions. Useless Wranglings of Men of Corrupt Minds and Destitute of the Truth, who Suppose that Godliness is A means of Gain. From such Withdraw Thyself. Now Godliness with Contentment is Great Gain. For we Brought nothing into this World, and it is Certained We Can Carry Nothing Out. And having Food and Clothing, with these we shall be Content. But those who Desire to be Rich Fall into Temptation and Snare, and into many Foolish and Harmful Lusts which Drown Men in Destruction and Perdition. For the Love Of Money Is A Root Of All Kinds Of Evil, for which some have Strayed from the Faith in their Greediness, and Pierced Themselves through with many Sorrows. But thou, O Man Of GOD, Flee these things and Pursue Righteousness, Godliness, Faith, LOVE, Patience and Gentleness. Fight the Good Fight Of Faith, lay hold on Eternal Life, to which thou were also called and have Confessed the Good Confession in the Presence of many Witnesses. I Urge You, in the Sight of GOD who gives Life to All things, and before Christ Jesus who Witnessed the Good Confession before Pontius Pilate. That thou Keep this Commandment without Spot, Blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ's Appearing. Which He will Manifest in His Own Time, He who is the Blessed and Only Potentate, Thy King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Who alone has Immortality, Dwelling in Unapproachable Light, whom no Man has Seen or can See, to whom Be Honor and Everlasting Power. Amen... Command those who are Rich in this present Age not to be Haughty, nor to Trust in Uncertain Riches but Trust in the Living GOD, who gives Us Richly all things to Enjoy. Let them do Good, that they be Rich in Good Works, ready to Give, Willing to Share. Storing up for themselves a Good Foundation for the Time to Come, that they may lay Hold on Eternal Life... Guard what was committed to Your Trust, Avoiding the Profane and Idle Babble and Contradictions of what is Falsely called Knowledge.... By Professing it some have Strayed Concerning the Faith.. Grace Be with Ours All.. Amen.!
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless,
Peace n Love.!!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Everyones the protagonist
to their deceptive movie life
made-up delusional illusions
to distract us from the strife.
Delude ourselves into
the minds- 'Hollywood'
hallucinating surrealism
numb & evasive to reality
& the creeping white noise of realism.
We lose track of fleeting memories
as we chase feign & shallow visions,
end up reviling our true form
& make some of the worst decisions.
Are we humour to the gods?
& ideals to the slaves of hell
Are you living in your minds- 'Hollywood'-
Or are you living your reality well?
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
What kind of man is this
To report his mother for begging him
To abandon hateful folly?
What son is this, so depraved,
Would shoot her in the public square
With jeering blood-seekers cheering?
What kind of god must this man seek,
To end the life of the one who gave him life,
To what end would such a god demand obeisance?
Perhaps a god this is,
Whose thirst for blood would raise
The dripping flags of war
And bathe the world neck-deep,
Up to the horses' bridles in gore,
But he's no god of mine.
This god is not the One
Who sent His only Son
To give His Life in the name of peace,
To save His friends and love His enemies.
This god is in rebellion,
Denying his own creation,
Lying to himself,
Reviling peace
Because it bears the image of
The One True God.
Enviously manipulating,
Beguiling the children of Eve,
Desecrating the human form,
Dividing the human race,
Heaping doom upon doom,
Calling damnation on himself.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
We are magnetically bound,
Where I go you will follow.
You retired your bloodhound,
You’ll find me on your own tomorrow.
We are anonymous, reviling in nothingness,
But how many times has nothing been wrong?
Nothing is the last straw,
There is no appeal process when you are nameless,
The fringe keeps you hidden;
Hidden from your monsters,
Hidden from your salvation,
My personal Jesus.
You have thrown me into the deep end,
My hands and feet are bound,
And my voice can’t make a sound,
But my worth will be proven,
I will swim until I reach the sun as it sets on the world,
And I will tell him everything about you and that special girl,
He’s seen it all and will see it all again,
He is the light; he is the storm and the rain.
Hate is a model;
A person with their solar removed:
We all shine like stars, but this one has collapsed,
This one has lapsed into a different state,
In a stranger’s shoes, drinking a stranger’s *****
He will cry for a man he never met,
At the alter he burns his regrets,
In tribute to a God we tend to forget,
To make amends for our debts,
The collection company is calling.
Face first.
The water is cold,
I am cold,
I have been cold.
I have been aging too fast,
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
You may cover the stench with a potpourri—
while you gag, as you finger your rosary.
Sacrosanct nourriture…
or decayed pourriture?
(Other patrons might label it Popery.)
Though the tepidly Protestant matron
of a church that is stagnant and state-run
does not care about Luther,
We’ll bother to truth her
with Calvin or Knox as our patron.
Though the Vatican’s bottomless coffers
make some very un-Lutheran offers,
I would rather talk Tetzel
(with beer and a pretzel)
and drink with the rebels and scoffers.
We forget that the birth of the Kirk
was a vicious, un-Catholic work
One recalls ****** Mary…
and Knox was no faerie.
His doctrine drove Satan berserk.
Many chairmen, deficient in wit
who on flimsy theologies sit
with no justification
hate predestination,
reviling it more than a bit.
Barthelemy (in French: St. Bartholomew)
was unpleasant, as most of the martyrs knew
Roman Catholic correction
or violent deception?
In heaven, they’re getting the overview…
People gag, and then murmur the rosary
seeking solace in incense or potpourri
you must pardon my French
but this damnable stench
smells like nothing so much as like Popery.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Daisy remind me of when i
sleep
A reminence of a more peaceful place
A world created from what we bury to deep
A good way to hide whats
truely on the face
But the problem with daisys is there the same as dreams
They die maybe in a few years or even a few days
Reviling the demons and what they mean
Poppies remind me of the war thats been
The hidding of a horrible tradgerdy and the millions it destroys
The mothers and fathers who will Miss there teens
Just to protect the rich's
choir boy
Popies remind me of a world of war
And the millions of people distraught
Roses remind me of
society
Beautiful on top with thorns underneath
Rips at your skin just to pull you down, with gravity
Picked from the crowed slowly destroyed to make someone else care free
Roses reminded me of society destroying you slowly till your unseen
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
What man has made of man,
Is the weeping snow reviling its pompous cry,
What man has made of man,
Is the unwanted dandelion left for wishes to die.
You see now, what man has made of man
Is not what God wanted,
For our souls have absconded,
To be forever daunted.
Silly you not rectified!
Those rose colored glasses won't last forever,
As for us who access our beautiful, hoodwinked temptation,
We stay fated to see salvation never.
In this case of reality on the precipice,
The money in your hand weighs nothing.
For you'd think what man has made of man,
Should be worth something.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Reflecting into my vision
Red
Reading between the lines of my own mind
Running away
Red
Running back
Rotten judgement is what I seem to be
Red
Ripped away from what I know about myself
Reviling is what I am accused of
Red
Right or wrong doesn't seem to matter anymore
Responsibility knocks on my door
Red
Reduce the yearning
Remorse fills my eyes
Red
Rolling my eyes in mockery
Checkmate
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Do you want me to love you?
Why do you want me to love you?
Isn't it enough I was willing to overturn my life for you once?
Isn't it enough I bore your scorn, undeserved?
Isn't it enough I cried for a year over you?
That I spent hours ranting at you and reviling you in my head?
And yet you've come back, after a fashion, turning my world on it's head yet again.
"What I want is the opportunity for ME to love YOU."
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
3/16/2015
When I awoke,
too depressed to leave my bed,
too caught up in the fact it was Monday,
I decided to take my liberties with
attendance and questioned when
social services would end up at my door
but that's for later. For now I stood
up and went downstairs, and the first
thing I took note of in the panoramic
window
was the fact that all the snow had
melted, seemingly overnight
and I saw how grass looked like
I remember close to a month
ago I had spent a blessed day
in town where the birds chirped
seemingly out of place for a
February sunday. But I smiled
and smiled and I still felt like
Every single vein was ripped out
and I was watching my blood stain the sidewalk
And last night I had a dream about you for the first time in months and I was happy to have you back even as a subconscious hallucination
Where I drove my car into your work
that little funny store where we ate breakfast the last day of summer
And you just stared at me, red in the face with a reviling hatred that
I am used to at this point.
The snow melted when I had woken up but now the ground is so hard to walk on and the sky seems blue today bluer than usual but I know it is mocking me.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
deigned delight entrapping the pliant lapdog
an altered ego detained in devoted denial
to dive in divine and loiter in her grave garden
groping golden hair, granite angel hailed, heaping heroine in vain
idolater in deliration, ardent driven danger
deepen the deterioration
her deviation, groaning god to reviling devil
viper invigorated, oh revolt
appetite dripping in eager dread, dangling death rapt
deprivation tirade dilating pride
elevating elation, a railing riptide of toil
planting perdition into the gaping night
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who **** squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC