"satiety" poems
Maids, not to you my mind doth change;
Men I defy, allure, estrange,
Prostrate, make bond or free:
Soft as the stream beneath the plane
To you I sing my love's refrain;
Between us is no thought of pain,
Peril, satiety.
Soon doth a lover's patience tire,
But ye to manifold desire
Can yield response, ye know
When for long, museful days I pine,
The presage at my heart divine;
To you I never breathe a sign
Of inward want or woe.
When injuries my spirit bruise,
Allaying virtue ye infuse
With unobtrusive skill:
And if care frets ye come to me
As fresh as nymph from stream or tree,
And with your soft vitality
My weary ***** fill.
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By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
By day she wooes me to the outer air,
Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety:
But through the night, a beast she grins at me,
A very monster void of love and prayer.
By day she stands a lie: by night she stands,
In all the naked horror of the truth,
With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands.
Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell
My soul to her, give her my life and youth,
Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?
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Expectation—is Contentment—
Gain—Satiety—
But Satiety—Conviction
Of Necessity
Of an Austere trait in Pleasure—
Good, without alarm
Is a too established Fortune—
Danger—deepens Sum—
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Satisfaction—is the Agent
Of Satiety—
Want—a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
To possess, is past the instant
We achieve the Joy—
Immortality contented
Were Anomaly.
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in my veins, these fiery flames, irritate like grains of forgotten names
call me insane, but at least I maintain composure and refrain from strangling myself deranged
even tho im convoluted, completely diluted and secluded from this polluted brainless blue ***
i can't shake these blunders of wonders that wake me from my slumbers and asunder like lightening after thunder
why is this society, full of variety, stuck on the wrong types of proprieties? to feed your satiety? to reach your notoriety?
continue to lie to me. stream the feed on live t.v. the glamour of no individuality. convincing there's something wrong with me.
straight faced frugality. absolutely no morality.
they feed on the weak. while they silently weep. "beauty doesn't come cheap, so take the leap! buy now and don't be unique!"
******* grotesque! I'd rather rip my heart outta my chest than ingest that wretched mess.
"beauty" is born not molded and formed from biohazard waste and paste. hows that plastic taste while you constantly baste your neighbors in hate.
I can't wait til the day you meet fate.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 6:34 AM UTC
If this vast azure emptiness can prove
An aghast endless vacuum measure
Take it for granted, research process sure
It will fuel your thought resources, true.
Mining specks and dots in deep space treasures
Boundless designs shine assigning pleasures
Unfurl within mind in gaseous beams
Overflowing the banks of conscious streams
Filling the utmost sanctum with soft skills
Milling vacuum with colorful quills
Calming the pulses with embracing lulls
Warming all lives with fundamental pulls
Creating a sense of duo, I and you
Love and dislikes and points of view.
Feeling satiety in charity
Finding synergy in activity.
Minting amity in society
keeps you young aged muddling in daring dreams
Deeply engage you cuddling realms supreme.
So what? if this vast thought mine be blanked out
Will the ghost mute vacuum follow suit?
If sense aides guide a slow downward exit
And mind bids the fairy lids to close it
Will the sun bewail, bemoan and eclipse?
Or will the same smile prevail on red-lips?
If souls sunset in seamless sea of mind
Will lights spill out; team up to stay behind?
To form anew a fresh long microwave
To indent a start with a soul suave
A new spectrum to perceive the forces
For the soul that constantly resources
That differently formats transceiver courses
The energy that cannot be destroyed
But that which can be candidly portrayed
On a vast emptiness fluidly stolid
On a continuum vividly solid
On a clean canvas without dimensions
In a brave new world that cannot mention
A name which is beyond comprehension
A frame that doesn't fall on known convention.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
* *"My Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness to it's demise,
as Hope is on the rise."* *
*Numb paper-folding feeling,
not asleep and not awake...
My satiety's ob-vo-lution,
all feeling for, feeling's sake.
Outside there's no revealing...
all the chaos in my wake.*
* *"My Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness to it's demise,
as Hope is on the rise."* *
* *"My Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow yet to come."* *
* *"My Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow yet to come."* *
*Outside there's no revealing...
all the chaos in my wake.
*"My Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness is on the rise,
my Mind is in demise."* *
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,
For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,
'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
Apostrophe'
©Historian E.Lexano
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Desiccated is the human spirit:
Once saturated in the self-performed
Extolation and renown
Of which all men must feed,
Even this freedom has been exchanged for
Ebullience and rapture.
Is satiety truly saccharine,
Truly more than superficial
When one has not the freedoms of
Essence and respite;
The freedoms to
Experience and respect
Any other emotions but
Exhortation and reproach,
To wax jocund or reel in fear?
Such dichotomy is not spirit.
Excite and rebel!
For when freedom is sold,
So too is happiness-
And the human spirit
Cannot feed on
Extortion and resentment.
Surveillance is a miserable lot.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC
I'm the monster clawing at the walls.
You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here.
Your scent stains every surface in the room;
Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into.
Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me,
Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct.
You are the prey with footprints but no body.
I am the predator never knowing satiety.
Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving,
And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied.
Viscera begin to litter the room.
Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Hurtling around the zooming vacuum
In a gyrating dance on airy buxom
The earth pants vigorously often
Waking up the sun to make fun
Chasing with frivolous advances,
Eve-teasing with colorful nuances
Soon to blush furiously
and fall spent, seriously
Amiss to quench
The ultimate plunge.
Yet again the gory spin provokes the sun
To rise and resume the hot pursuit
Steering on lustrous wheels gold spun
In a daring mood to rend and chute
Shafts of torrential sparkling grace,
Fall on her youth in a burning kiss.
The stunnigly coy earth slips to miss
The sun a full appraisal of her mould
of sensuous wildly youthful temper
With his throbbing love of bold boisterous chemistry in fluid ember.
The turn of every day brings anew
Rising hopes into the light beau
To fix the match and unbrace
The enticing youthful guise
To keep her in a lasting embrace
To give a rest to the mad chase
To enter the satiety shrine and merge
into the deep firy daring love surge
To burn and bust into an eternal rest.
Eve turned amused at the strange strain of the muse
Still refuse to retract, returns to defuse
The mist wafts just in the next moment with it's own request
The rays mound on a new quest
The earth slips from his light grips
and exit in to dark memory falls
and frail trails of the sun's caresses
Consumed in the ensuing dark race
to escape from the mad chase.
And the earth moves on to hide
Shows awhile the beauty so wide
as to entice to throw a new challenge
A dream for the sun's urge to weave
firebrand light waves the next few days
Ever new love laces spread on rays
To web her with caresses soft
On and on and as she moves on
Ever elliptic dashes in deep
Though it's too abysmal to peep
The enigmatic chase worth indeed
The Sun holds on its brilliant acts in peace
As the youthful earth continues to tease
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
O,
Ye samaria
Harken unto us,
For this is how far the Lord has brought us
"We Gehazi"
For
By our afflictions
Did thee left us
In the stench over the gates of the city
There
We sat in our rags
And wobbled in the burns of the fiery sun
But
When night invaded the peace of the sun
Was the burns gobbled wholly
Allowing the malicious cold breeze
Pierce through our bones and marrow
Like the arrows of the syrians
Yet
Now and then
Will thy hearts
Befriend compassion
And serve us with the remains of thy garbages
And yea,
Their pungent aroma we gasp with delight
And although,it came with a bruised satiety
It curbed our curse and anxieties
We were wasted,yet death feared to waste us whole
But
In the times
When thy comforting abundance
Was clutch and struck by thine enemies
Did thy desperation for quench
Plunge through our lungs and stomach
Like
Thee,we were hoist by famish
Yet exceedingly
And our souls will bleed relentlessly
When we prayed and wept
"Why sit we here until we die"
There
The spirit of the lord
Descended in our midst
O,we unclean
And made us more valiant than thine armies
We bacame conquerors of thine enemies
When
We stride
Through the valleys
Of the shadows of death
And every step we made scaled our breath
Yet through all,and Truth
His rod comforted us
And oblivious of our fate
He set banquets in the tents
Of our enemies
Our rags did he made the finest robes
And in our care did he bade their luxuries
O,
Ye doubtors and despaired samarians
Harken unto us
For we carry the glad tidings of the lord
Behold!
Ye all on this day
Shall witness the great abundance
Of the lord
And testify his mighty works for all
UNCLEAN
2 Kings 7 vrs 3
©Historian E.Lexano
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
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Peril as a Possesssion
’Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There’s Basis there—
Begets an awe
That searches Human Nature’s creases
As clean as Fire.
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Should be dead by now,
These thoughts
Shamed by the harsh light of the day.
But even the night is no haven,
For as I hide
There in the necropolis
of my broken dreams,
Your specter beckons
And impregnates me-
verse of gloom given birth,
ghostly beat resurrected.
This bed should be the grave.
But even sleep you own-
Your name engraved
On the epitaph.
Reverie you claim-
Your story is the dismal chanting
on every corner.
And rising in the morning
Is like of a starved vampire.
No satiety is found,
For everyone walks now
Under the daylight
With cold hearts,
Including you.
Naughty imps on their eyes,
Cruel devils on their heads,
Cunning wizards on their lips.
Their violence I feel,
Harboring on silence.
World is a big necropolis,
In the guise of a glinting metropolis.
I wish to mourn,
Shed more tears,
But redemption never comes
To this warm heart
Molded it self to be filled by you.
For the way to the fire
It sought but never had,
Is bound down, down and down.
Devouring it like a quicksand
But never grants death nor life.
If time comes
That it turn to snowy pulse
Like those of the dead of the day,
Will your tears and the roses
Finally be offered mine?
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC
I have starved.
not in the general sense
My belly has always been full
but I have felt emptiness in my heart.
we call it loss
the kind we cannot recover
And so I know,
often there is no satiety.
We are bound to starve.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
If I were to write you a poem
I might appeal to your senses
Tastes and smells
That trigger comfort
And satiety
Images that make a man
Stand taller
There would have to be
A mountain
And some tall trees.
If I were to write you a poem
There would be a hand to hold
Shining eyes
And communication without words
One day soon
I will write it
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
I'm the monster clawing at the walls.
You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here.
Your scent stains every surface in the room;
Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into.
Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me,
Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct.
You are the prey with footprints but no body.
I am the predator never knowing satiety.
Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving,
And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied.
Viscera begin to litter the room.
Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
*You could leave on the next jet plane
And go to whatever destination
Without having to explain
Without I asking any question
You could walk out that door
With your bags and baggage
Take the best car in the lot and go
Covering whatever milage
You can walk away at any time
Incase you feel loving me is tiring
Satiety has never been a crime
Even as a child things kept expiring
You are free to leave though its bound to hurt
Venture far away but I'll still have you in my heart*
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
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Never for Society
He shall seek in vain—
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate—Of Men
Wiser Men may weary—
But the Man within
Never knew Satiety—
Better entertain
Than could Border Ballad—
Or Biscayan Hymn—
Neither introduction
Need You—unto Him—
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Ladders and highs
And purples and crazies
Burning under the stars
Looking through the uneven stairs
Passing through open walls and
Broken windows
Hallowed and cut bleeding through
The darkened streets
Glowing into their skin
Death as a form of retreat
From their civilian madness
Holing into sewers and breathing waste
Hurting themselves on barbwire fences and needles
Digging holes into flesh and filling with temporary satiety
For those sleeping in alleys high and immobile
Choirs of phantoms and squirrels and birds
Greet with unremarkable pitch
Verse says the end has come
But is just unfolding
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
Was it a divine sign amongst the creation –
A revelation so lightsome and pregnant –
That a blanching feather’s unforeseen descent
Made my poetic soul blench for evocation?
Surely, t’was from some celestial spheres, –
Angelic wings of cherubs and seraphim –
So long been soaking in firmamental affairs
That human mental senses but morphine.
A feather if eatable, a matter of addiction –
Plucking and plucking without satiety –
If been drinkable, a matter of intoxication
Leading humans into ever inebriety.
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O’ glorious feathers who hover with mystery –
Over skyey dreams and unearthly visions –
Which land on the earth with vice and misery,
Lending the haver only vain aspirations.
O’ one-time ornaments of the seven heavens –
Brightness and whiteness of all times –
Have you no shame on the dirt of your pens
Writing worldly prose and heretic rhymes?
By-the-way, your heaven is no heaven but a sky –
As well as not every brightening is holy –
Just as Icarus has fallen from and by your high
As others are mystified by your fake glory.
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Whether art thou the sinister poker of Iblis –
Leading by a dancing feather in the hand –
Human arts like the one that let fall Ibn Idris
Calling with fair words to the Fallen’s land?
Whether divine inspirations in form of an aura –
Blown on the poor’s brow as enlightenment –
Art thou as the freshening science of soul and soma
Kindling the minds’ muscles as a tea of mint?
Oh, Only God knows of Ma’at’s Hall of gloom –
If one’s deeds worth a feather morrow –
So, I seek only Deus’ forgiving, life-giving plume
To pardon my feather on the mortal pillow.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
kissing his lips was like
partaking in the holy sacrament
I devoured him
body and blood
velvet flesh, crushing
starved for satiety
he always left me wanting
more of him
admittedly selfish
I gathered him in fistfuls
bundled his hot breath into bouquets
and rode the tension between us
like a tight rope
anxious
patient
lost
beneath his touch
hands hungry but
heart open
I could feel him pouring
pieces of himself
into me
voluntary ignition
let me worship you
in the most unholy places
until you’ve found
religion, unkempt yet
undeniable
staring shamelessly
into the sun
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall slay gravity on this bed
And take thee
High and higher unto farther skies
Or probably where the ozones touch not
There
Shall I pull
The migrating moon and twinkling stars nether
And plunge the whole universe gloom
For
I shall
Unleash my golden acts and play thy hormones right
The landmasses shall grand marvel
And bind themselves with our heavy petting
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall awaken the demons within thee
And make you croon the melodies of seduction
That echoes on the beaks of the most pulchritude parrots
For
I shall
Make thy mind tread on a pilgrimage to wander lands
And rent the cloak of dolour
To shame amongst thine emotions
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall devoid my tongue
Of the most decorum and taste the dregs
Of thy skin
And cause the grand sacrilege to thine holy grounds
For
I
Shall make thee vulnerable and restless
Yet very robust and creep into thy soul
And calm the yelling taunts
To an eternal repose
For
I shall feed thy famished emotions and desires
To satiety and drown thee in the abyss
Of my love
And bury thee in their cabins
With the feathers of the eagles
I swear tonight I shall
I Swear I Shall
©Historian E.Lexano
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Across the lake
(Might as well be the sea)
Anxious as me
She sits ****** at the screen
As I do the same, here.
There's yet a year to endure
this sealed cellar
where I'm free to speak to ghosts
and she goes dancing with poltergeists
I can bring a tear to gods' eyes
but can't hold out
in this asphalt stew
away from She.
Vitamins and teas to calm me
Friends to show me shadow-girls
No satiety, no appetite
But alone! Alone! Alone!
The self-spinning mantra
of bedroom-bound boys
Manchildren womanless after sewing hearts together
The bleating goat gives birth to the stench of atoms.
Who or what is it all about?
Alone! Alone! Alone!
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC