"sanely" poems
There's a tree that rest in middle of forest.
A beautiful evergreen tree
Just as shiny and precious as a Jade.
May all the seasons change ,
Let it rain ,storm, snow, and shine.
The beautiful evergreen tree still
Stands just as shiny as a full moon
on a midsummer night.
It's so astonishing to glare.
This rare Evergreen Tree .
A beautiful Blue Jay Bird
An striking blue bird colored like the ocean .
Fierce bird as the tormenting waves .
A bird call of heaven
So sweet , adorable
Migrating to post to post.
The blue jay sway into
The evergreen tree.
It tweeted on its delicate branch.
A beautiful humming tune , sound of the heavens
Slowly it cured the tiny imperfections
that linger around the tree.
An impeccable romance
A beautiful bond establish.
May the seasons change .
Thunderstorm, Snow, Hurricanes ,Tsunami
The evergreen tree will glow sanely
Under the moonlight always waiting
for the Blue Jay to visit
To listen for the humming tune of a romance
Under the deep moonlight on a midsummer night
Blue Jay & Evergreen Tree
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
behind barricades
before the red bandanna meant you were a Crip or Blood
undaunted, refusing to be
..........intimidated
nameless
.....(known only
to
..........................YOUR LOVE
as "love")
the streets are red with the ******
dreams our youth is bleeding
on these streets
but then the gangs recieved from the c.i.a.
control over the drug trade
and killed us all
-----
(behind barricades)
the liars are everywhere and those most visable
are
the greatest of the liars
speaking softly sanely
to you all................
.....................in
words-
impossible
--
love is a powerful feeling
only love
means a thing
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
California gold-rush blues
Got you pretty thirsty
Where's tank girl when you need her
Saliva thick
Lump in throat
Tongue swelling
Neck swollen
Can't breathe
Drowning
Shrinking skin
Hallucinations
Eyelids crack
Tears of blood
Leather-purse face
Amputated lips
Nose withered
Eyes trapped
We're all exported and exploited
Sold sanely cheap
Used how the rich see fit
Dead in one week
Ecosystem crashing
All for their mansions
Filled with rooms they never use
Profit ******
We see oceans through our windows
97 percent
97 percent
3 percent for you and none for us
Little boy is drinking bubbles
But it ain't champagne
It's dead dogs and fetus juice
Dog dogs and abuse
Where are the wetlands
Where are the holy springs
Soon we'll all be Atlantis
Just another lost city
Soon we'll be living
In underground caves
Like cowards
We all want roses in our garden bower
But the best heroes
Might as well be slaves
Global desert
Without rain
Green turns yellow
Here come the earthquakes
****** forest
Rest in peace
They erected cities
In your memory
Cartels and shades of grey
Vivendi, Veolia
Machines with no soul
Privatizing blue gold
In their corporate quads
Woe to WTO
The new colonialism
Coca Cola 7-Up
Sorry but your time is up
Destroy everything you touch
When it's gone
Get up and leave
Destroy another planet
**** and conquer
SLAPPing silly pointless fools
Transporting silly tools
Shooting all the people's people
Got to pull up the roots
Bullets through lace curtains
Has a ring to it
You spineless cruel leaders
With your oil rivers
Well you've made a rival now
World map's changing underground
Alternatives are scarce
Purity is all but lost
Path of least resistance blocked
Metamorphosizing clocks
Circulation down the train
Don't drink the red water
Just pray for rain
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
Previous month wasn't just the end of beginning of new month.
It's not just how time flies. But how time upgrades to new stage.
Change,
Because nothang have to be the same; future is born.
New month begins because life goes on.
Bust on,
Never hesitate to update and transform to upgrade the version of your life.
Month ended, sorrow ends, grief, pain, all sources of sadness ceased.
New month harvest, joy, abundance blessings, favors, peace, freedom, deliverance, healing, breakthrough, love more money, and sanely sound life. 😊♥✌️
#c9_fm
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Hot headed one eyed nerd,
walking blindly with the herd,
be aware, every time you croak the F-word,
cussing like an irritated toad,
you denigrate those moments on cloud nine,
you inch up the rainbow panting,
smearing all colors together;
the very moments you hanker for,
past every sunset
as if there is nothing else you can sanely think of,
till the ******
and your partner is the only one that exists,
in this whole wide world.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
The feathery touch
Of your skin
Is so sincere and warm
My blood starts throbbing beneath.
The bond between
Our hearts
Is strongly entwined
Obtaining a new truth.
Your breath,
Your touch,
Your gaze,
All drive me sanely mad
I no longer choke
On my own loneliness
Because you are my new clarity,
Igniting a flame in my soul,
Jumbling the insides
Of my stomach
In some chaste way.
I'm naive to your potency,
The fool...
Letting your love
Stain my heart
With no regrets.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Everything is nothing and nothing, everything therefore neither can exist as absolutes. What you are now is but a moment and this moment shall pass. We as humans cling to these instances with exhausting desperation. We yearn for them to last eternally but it is only because we dream of the infinite that we hold so tightly to our experience. Like a slow poison we watch ourselves betray our former figments, the people we were suppose to be slip from our grip, descending forth into the people we are to become. My tone may suggest an attitude of anguish but this reality, my reality is not one of judgement. It is far removed from good and evil, it just is. Leaving only my brain to decipher its worth but outside of these illusions of measurement; I know something is happening, the who, what, where and why may escape me but I am convinced that something rather than nothing is occurring.
The experience of stimuli is the only revelation of mine I dare to brand with the label of truth.
Our certainty of the laws that govern today are but manifestations of our misunderstandings and will become subjects of satire tomorrow. If man is to live sanely he must not carry himself so seriously in regard to his follies of days past. He must laugh with the comedians, the jokers and the jesters.
For laughter is the medicine of the mind and the metaphorical heart.
Today you are you, yesterday you were someone else and tomorrow you will be a stranger to yourself.
What does that mean?
You are not who you think you are.
To some this is tragedy, to others a great relief.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
in madness, explain a chair to the ocean.
unborn, be buoyed by pregnancy.
scrape
mother images
on a cave’s wall
by the glow
the unborn
have.
I sense I still flicker in two lost minds.
she would say god planted in her a notion of anorexia.
she would sanely say her morbid obesity made her largely abstract.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
You might say I am talented, and talented am I
But maybe not the way in which you're thinking
My words may seem so balanced as they bleed before your eyes
But the veins from which they spill are badly torn
The peace that I have wanted only seems fit to comply
Scarcely randomly between each effort's sinking
It is my greatest challenge to find beauty in the lies
And the tragedies now endlessly reborn
I tell myself each instance, it won't be like times before
But repeatedly, I doubt the words I'm saying
Even though I know the future has such miracles in store
My worries and my fears come out to play
Instead of having patience, I embrace what I abhor
'Til what little peace I've found, I am forsaking
And I find it that much harder to keep holding out for more
Through the torment of such never ending pain
So, I write down every word of which I need to hear the most
The very words I often speak to others
And arrange them in a way I know I'll keep them very close
And reflect on them each time I lose my way
But, as my understanding seems to venture oh so close
To the truths that I so often seem to smother
The party starts all over, and I play the gracious host
Entertaining every doubt in every way
What seems like creativity so sanely resonating
Is emotion never making up its mind
Although it may seem natural, each time, I'm hesitating
Almost never satisfied with what I say
So many imperfections in the art that I'm creating
But I blend them in the best way I can find
'Til the beauty of the heartache and the pain so devastating
Ring out true for me as madness leads the way
My writing helps me through each darker day that's always waiting
And the storms which come to rage within my mind
Even in this reading, some of you are now relating
As you see the bitter truth in what I say
Don't focus on the way that I arrange my conversating
Focus on the messages within the rhymes
For my talent isn't in the way the words are correlating
It's in showing, just like you, I'm not okay
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
I am surrounded by a heavily massed army of syringes,
Syringes that pierce my soul, and inject it with the fluid of hatred
Syringes that take from my soul leaving black wholes with in me that swallow up the massive attack of the masses.
Oh you strange syringe, why tempt me into your malice, in hopes that I will grab it, reaching the idiopathic havoc that is sanely insane within my mind.
Oh syringes the pain you cause me, do you not see? You inject me with hatred, but do not expect to be hated, how dare you, oh foolish, and foul syringes that leaves blood dripping from mine own eyes
And I stand in a puddle of tears, in hopes to see the reflection of my sorrow
I see my reflection, but what I see is not me, what I see is dark and cold blooded, could it be really me? How do I save my self from such pain?
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
"i wish
i'd loved you better..
and that you
see me clearly
without disguise.."
as for love slipping away:
"we cannot continue for long
to exist sanely
under conditions of absolute reality. . ."
"to truly love another person
is to accept that
the work of loving them
is worth the pain of losing them. . ."
everything that i love
is me
the same way everything
you love
is you
you became a part of me..
and to feel you..watch you..hear you
slipping from my fingers..
feels like a vital piece of me
is being suddenly and violently
ripped out from within . . .
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:59 PM UTC
Some days I think I hear my inner voice crying out- its too much, its always so much. And yet day after day, I tie up my laces, I place my boots on the ground. And I'm not sure how I manage to stand, or even to walk- ya, some times I dont want to be strong, or be an adult- I want to live, to play, and laugh all the time. I know you dont like it, my favorite part of me. So, I do this for you, even though its killing my heart. I will keep waking, I will keep walking, and I wont stop. This is my life, my path, a story of my own making. I know you are losing faith in me, that shine in your eyes is fading. I may be a wild card, my passion unyelding, the weirdest of weirdo's, the sanely insane. Im the one risking, giving, and you're the one taking the blame. I wont let you down, you know I'll keep fighting till my face is flushed and my knuckles bleed hot, I may not look the same, but baby I am coming back.
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
*Intrigue has kept me sanely desirous
A blooming light has bound me captive
Blossoming blue with a sky-lit iris
The eyes of she who keeps my heart active*
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
When we were nine, you left your mother's home and told
the world you were going travelling. I still wait—
Hoping that maybe one day you will return with your sanity.
I have been waiting twelve years for you—and nineteen years from now,
I will be nineteen—because today is the day I start living,
sanely.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
you ever had one that kept haunting you
I saw llamas today in a field
I saw balloons again
to construct my urge
sanely you would have to share my head
When the llamas looked up at me
on the edge of their field
where they were minding their business
munching
flowers and grass and greens
I felt like an intruder
an alien
in their world
and the balloon thing again,
I watched the car dealers early today,
a man walked with what seemed like a hundred
of them helium filled colorful things, tieing
them to antennas, when one did
escape, a white one, that wafted and floated
into the sky like freedom and relief,
I felt for it. I felt for the llamas.
You would have to
share my head to
see.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
THE FUTURE IS BORN
Bury the past behind, live the life of the current moment.
Love the
moment and
cherish the
present time,
can only
hope' for
tomorrow
but is uncertain.
Because no
man knows
what tomorrow
holds,
but
the future
is born put
the past in
the casket.
Tomorrow's unfold just
got to open
the mind and
realize on a
real eyes
where that
hidden potentials
is
and how to
discover
and turn them
to fortune.
Some
enormous
talents are hidden underneath
the soil of a
man's mind.
Mining the
Talents
which are
invisible to
the naked
eye to
realize.
Requires a sanely sensitive creative
mind
gazes what
the brain thinks.
#c9_fm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
"Candice fetch the water for the daughter," screamed the old man out loud.
Quick did the fiend hastily pace away from the sand that she was playing with. The sun, hot high up above, blistered itself alone changing its mind upon these defining fine. At last she ran back with a paper box filled with whatever the man willed.
"Good girl, good girl, now stay very still."
The old man poured the trickling cool water over this little girl blue all the while dipping her head back until she could no longer feel. Was a beauty in the way her head dipped right back, the sun shining through Her magical shell. The clouds poured over cooly as if they did not want to interrupt what ever was happening which wasn't all that much.
"How do you feel my little girl Sue?"
"Oh alright, just enough water to make me feel right"
Old man dipped his hand into the sand and threw it upon the coming wind. As fast as he did the wind came and then it was all that he did. She smiled a creek bed of water fast ripples that would have toppled any church bell steeple. They sat together witnessing the pass of God's mass, listening to the river that lay in an eternal shiver.
"Soon your father will be back...alright?"
"When he gets here I'll see with a new sight."
The old man smiled miles all the while the poor father traveled through rocks which unraveled much like the mystery of the mile. They made sandwiches from the meat they met from the corner store they found along the fast moving shore. They chewed slowly so to enjoy the ticking bore.
"Stale it is"
"Hail I feel"
Soon the rocks of ice washed over these two faces that stayed steady for the love in the family is one way to stay sanely. Pebbles broke quick with the late afternoon stitch of a weather vane which broke all in their own vain.
"Home soon?"
"Not until I see the loon"
They sat there till the man arrived and when He did, it was never a time too soon.
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
take or take
6pm
having just
gotten
glasses
I left
father’s
body mirror
to mother
and comb
and set off
for the aptly
named
Hill
armed with
a science book
and shielded
by my own
oblivion
and there
every bit
white
as weary
I sat
as I thought
would sit
the black man
I so wanted
to be
with British
accent
and there
a sanely placed
forklift
seemed okay
abandoned
oh
that I saw
a too strong woman
hop down
her wrongness
a nothing
though from
I ran
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
question your sanity
as often as you question your insanity
for everyone is sane
as well as insane
for all those who are sane are just a wee bit insane
and all those who are insane are also sane.
and this way
maybe
just
maybe
you wont go insane
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
crazy woman
Crazy
Crazy woman
."""""""
( she still
Loves ! )
She loves
She loves everyone
( what a crazy
Crazy
Crazy
Woman
•
Her tenement stare
Finds you
Down on your luck
Out on the street
Only 2 steps
Ahead of the police
::
Such a crazy women
She looks down
She comes out
To offer you
Relief
•
Crazy woman
It's a crazy woman
::
You might praise her
Angelic Kiss
or you might simply call her a Communist
)(
She's a crazy woman
To act sanely in a world like this
)!(
she's a lover
She's a lover
She's a lover
••
Come on. Now
Why don't ya be
Another
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
The sound drowns out
You're mind fills with doubt.
You've been living in bed lately.
Did you really think you could act sanely?
People can see that you're sad.
They can tell as you walk past them.
Your eyes are in a depressed state.
Have they not yet realised their fate?
You somehow stay calm as you say,
We'll all die someday. so silently.
I wonder if you're really there anymore.
So long ago, you shut that door.
The door that kept me inside.
But Just know, I'm still alive.
Your happiness is in here.
You just have to find me.
Don't let the sadness devour us.
Please, you're not Hell Bound,
You're just stuck inside of the sound.
The sounds of the past.
But listen, it doesn't last.
I believe that you will succeed.
Just trust in me.
Find me.
We can be happy, again.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
My being is filling up with rage and hate.
Why the **** can’t I get off of this hell bound page?
I wish the worst for the masquerade.
The pettiness is growing and it’s driving me insane.
I have no will to live unless I **** them dead.
Why the **** can’t they just be done with the torment because I can’t stand them getting into my head.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
I have slayed before
But I'm sure this will be a redefining moment
I hear you talk of guns and arrows
And I wonder if there was a moment like this before
A moment where past and present met future and time immemorial
So now I'm just crawled up in a corner
Thoughts and maybe dreams of better times and greener days
Warm nights that didn't need a lover's embrace
We lit our own fires within our hearts
I have written but never like this before
Pardon my brain for creating and expressing the unfathomable
Yet I can only fight with my words
So I spit bars and hope not to crush you
I am a slave
A prisoner of my own mind
Do me no harm then
I've already killed myself
And maybe I'm crazy so I speak sanely
I have lit subtle fires
That I hope won't consume thee
Gather warmth
Before the hurricane that is my presence extinguishes it.
I am the corner to a circle and epitome of feeling
Warn the rest of your generations
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
We paused
for a few hours
at Rouen
and got off the coach
and the guide said
have a look round for a while
but don't get back late
we got a long way to go yet
so I wandered off with Miriam
to see a few sights
she said she was feeling
tired and hungry
and so we took in a café
and had a coffee and cake
and then went
to Rouen Cathedral
and had look round
can't see the point
of these places
she said
no one believes any more
you know that's not true
by saying no one believes
any more
many people believe
but they don't make
a big deal of it
I said
these places
have a beauty
apart from whatever
religious attraction
they may have
she wasn't impressed
and we didn't stay long
and walking back to the coach
she said
the whole religious thing
is a hangover
from the last century
I let her have her say
I liked her blue eyes
and red tight curled hair
and her way of walking
the hips moving
the tight ****
bobbing up and down
in her yellow top
do you believe then?
she asked
believe what?
all this God
and Heaven thing?
guess so
I said
but it's more like
a comfortable tee shirt
I like the feel of it
and it keeps me sane
in a mad world
we reached the coach
and got on
and sat together
on the right hand side
half way down
I can make you
feel comfortable and sane
she said
do you believe in me?
sure I do
she took my hand
and kissed it
and the driver
put on the radio
and a Beatles song
came on
and she leaned close to me
as the coach took off
out of Rouen
and I smelt her perfume
and her closeness
warmed me
and the world seemed
a little less mad
and her hand moved
between my thighs
and I was comfortable
and sanely glad.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Today I woke up and wanted to **** myself.
I hate feeling so low that I can't even help myself.
I look to the sky for warmth but it just didn't help.
I'm afraid to close my eyes, for my dreams are really hell
Constantly hopin' and wishin' for **** that won't really happen
and all this pain that's inside
they said that **** doesn't matter,
"Just get to the money, P. The rest will come later"
But what if living is killing me?
Doesn't my sanity matter?
I'm locked away inside my mind,
the key is on the table
But I'm tied to the chair with invisible
ropes stronger than cable
Can I live?
I ask myself twice is the possibility of purgatory worth
the price of my life?
Can I live?
Depression at its best and happiness that is struggling.
Find the finer things in reality and
don't ever think you are nothing.
But I don't. I'm the ****
at least that's what I tell myself today.
Even if I do believe it, the tears are still only a blink away.
I'm bipolar. And a girl. Yeah that's one hell of an equation
and when I have my emotional fits it's one hell of a conversation-
with myself. All 8 of me.
Not even standing between two mirrors to mask insanity.
I'm sanely me. Insanely me.
Inside the soul that sang to me.
I can't even write this rhyme with complete accuracy because
they're watching me.
They prey on the weak.
Misery likes company and right now, woe is me.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC