"shrive" poems
What a world that I live in.
Oh my, have the times changed.
The 21st century, so glorious and new.
Society's changing and it's not well to do.
Strange religious cults that spew arguments of hate.
Condemning our soldiers, government, and state.
Young teenagers lust without a care in the world.
Ignorant to the consequences that can be deterred.
They give birth to lovely children whom they cannot feed.
Too busy partying and fueling their own need.
The need to feel loved, or young, or alive.
Consumed by desire and refusing to shrive.
With the presence of drugs, crime is on the rise.
The stealing, the killing, the fooling, the lies.
******* ****** **** Crack.
Young women are ***** by addicts in packs.
The corruption of those who swore to protect,
The very same people that they choose to neglect.
The big name companies make the products we buy.
Thirsting for money until we all die.
Some are expensive, others are cheap.
But all the big companies call us, "the sheep".
We follow the trends and lust for what's new.
Believing what they say even if it's not true.
I'm young and I'm curious; an observer of life.
Feeling the love, and avoiding the strife.
What a world that I live in.
How ugly can life be?
Because in all these sad truths, I see a reflection of me.
Living in in this world; the new turn of the century.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
merry happy buddha of all
happy buddha is here again
cheering go get ‘em fella to be ready to shrive again
making people laugh again
happy buddha us here again
you see buddha checks on the women and men
and buddha checks tom **** and harry
and my good mate ben
everyone is saying, yeah
the happy buddha is here again
go happy go happy buddha
go happy go happy buddha
the mighty buddha has reigned supreme
no matter what your voices really mean
ready to pump some iron again
ready to party for everyone
yeah happy buddha is here again
you see we never tell our secrets, no
because if we do, noone will show
here in this place where we meet and pray
happy buddha is here again
happy buddha is here again
go happy go happy go happy buddha
go happy go happy go happy buddha
for now the mighty buddha has reigned
happy buddha is here again
he is making the sky appear blue again
and the devil will get ya if ya don’t get to buddhas side
and that’s the truth
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
this is a page about how you broke her bones brutally.
blinding her days into the darkness she couldn’t settle for a stand.
“this is your sin.”
love was great,
love was strong.
but,
she felt small and very alone.
she has been good with broken things.
she is a big bang of catastrophe, an eruption of God’s tears.
if you just didn’t promise, she was whole without your shadow.
a promise is a sin.
and there is a sea of promises bare of thunderstorm needs to be nurtured because she has been damaged with your bona fide lies.
a dudgeon.
her voice is hoarse, a singer of your sobriquet name.
nights are no absolution and her cries are getting softer.
she wanders aimlessly to the 12 am's.
for her, this is exactly what death looks like.
a midnight snack and frozen story with her bedroom’s wall.
she locked herself in a funeral she called a slumber.
your love was a fanciful story, but one night away from the present time.
“this is your sin, and now she’s a sinner.”
she has been fragile and your love was boastfulness.
she was a rose and you brought her wrong.
this time, it’s her period of middlescence.
maybe you love her but your goodbye was more intimate on her guessing mind.
she was no longer a human, nor ghost in your grasp.
she is a belle of disaster.
but a million miles away,
you will beg her to come back home.
and missing her will be the only thing you need to shrive.
she has struggled to pluck your name and deep in the ground up you know she will.
and you expect her to be whole for your bathos tub.
the riot forms within your lungs,
and you had enjoyed as a fabulist to her.
she was your joke and games.
she's altering your lies into poetry.
her dictums soon to be as soft as the dusk teaches her tenderness.
to tame the seas inside her,
you have to tame her kingdom with thousands of armor.
and her Lord listens to her prayer.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
Cry the tears that makes it blue,
Paint the sky to make it true,
Light the sun right now with you,
Yet why I ask that you fly past through.
Hold the breath to be alive,
Clench the hands for it to shrive,
Bite the lips until you strive,
Yet forget-not to always take five.
Heave the sigh that was to keep,
Let the feelings out to weep,
Rant the words that made you creep,
So that you can finally sleep.
Once again, I would like say,
Nothing will ever make me stray,
For that I will forever pray,
So that always I'll be gay.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
On a moonlit night,
after a long time
the two wanderers finally met.
They shared an extraordinary
bond that held them close.
One with a crushed heart
and the other with a secret.
He wanted to share his
Story and she had a
confession to make.
A rain drop fell
on the ground and
so did a tear that
rolled down her cheek
when she heard his
story.
He had a girl on his
mind who had left
him with deep scars.
Her heart sunk
and all the butterflies
died.
She submerged in her
own pain.
He told her how much
he adored the girl
and how she had
taken over his heart.
The petrichor
lingered in her mind.
The stars skewed.
A dream that turned
cataclysmic affected
every single atom of
her body.
He held her hand tight
and asked her if
she would help him
get through the heinous
storm.
She nodded with a constrained
smile on her face.
He didn't realize how hurt
She was.
Unfortunately, he was the only
the one who could be a bandaid
and heal her scars.
She remained quiet and swallowed
the words back in.
Her secret remained a
secret which she couldn't
shrive .
It remained enclosed
to the world.
Losing him as a friend was
something she couldn't
afford.
So she just let it die
and bother her inside.
She buried it deep inside
her heart and completely
concealed it where no one
could find it.
But neither of them were at fault.
Both of the wanderers craved
loved on that night.
Sitting so close, fingers interlinked,
they were stuck in an esthetical
mess of love and insanity.
The two paths had
finally met but a night had
never seemed so
Solitudinarian before.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Yeshua was a young lad too,
Returned to Nazareth
When he was two,
Back from Egypt,
What a trip,
With a sib or two;
Riding on the family mule.
Back at home he turned three,
So Mom invited family
To celebrate with bread and tea.
Great Auntie Liz
Gave him a teddy,
Larger than life,
He named it Zeydy.
To watch him lug it
Was pure pathos,
You'd think he dragged
A ten foot cross.
Two years later, he turned five,
Just learning guilt and how to shrive.
Brother Andrew gave him a frog,
That croaked aloud in synagogue.
So they cast him out:
A fitting
Prologue.
But the weirdest pet
For him to get
Was given at the age of eight.
Sister Martha gave a snake.
Yeshua named him Lucifer,
A Proper Name,
For an improper adder.
His crawling, slithering creepy looks
Often found him underfoot,
And crushed one day by ardent error,
So they cooked him on an open fire.
His favourite pet,
A ***** named Mary,
Would wag her tail
When he came home
From wondrous miracles
And lengthy sermons.
Mary never left his side,
She licked his feet
Until he died.
Now the Pope
Has decreed,
All our pets,
All the breeds,
Are welcome to eternal bliss
With their master
And mistress.
There's a pet door
In the pearly gates,
For dogs, frogs
And holy cows;
Even Lucifer's
Back there now.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Little sir, LONELY SIR
Why are you so alone?
SPEAK UP DON'T MURMUR
No flowers litter my gravestone
BECAUSE PEOPLE WALK AWAY
I just want to blend in
THEY TREAT YOU LIKE AN ASHTRAY
My problems lie within
I JUST WANT YO PLAY
I need to close my self off
IT ALWAYS RAINS ON A DARK DAY
So there is no trade-off
THEY DON'T SEE YOU ANYWAY
She's always there for me
PEOPLE CHANGE ON DOOMSDAY
She protects me from myself who is beastly
RAISE YOUR CUP
I refuse to listen
THEN BURN UP
You won't darken my mind, it glistens!
LISTEN TO MY WHISPERS
Leave me alone
SUFFER MY BLISTERS
You won't break my capstone
ALL I WANT IS A SMILE OR TWO
This is a beautiful day
NOT IN YOUR FIELD OF VIEW
You won't have your way
WE ALL RUN OUT OF TIME
What if they look for me?
THE BLACKNESS IS ONLY SUBLIME
They can always see
THEY ARE BLIND LIKE ALWAYS
This is my happy life
YOUR TRUTH IS JUST A LIE IN HAZE
Just me and my wife
SO WHY ARE YOU LONELY
You aren't really there
YOUR OPINION ONLY
We GrEw Up OnLy To FaLl AnD TeAr
YOU JUST LOVE THE PAIN
All I seek is happiness
NOT IN MY DOMAIN
Why are you fueled by my sadness?
DOLT YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE
I shall and nothing will stop me
DEMONS INSIDE ALWAYS MAKE YOU SHRIVE
They all decay eventually
I'm NoT WeLl
BuT No OnE CaN TeLl
As I SiT AnD StAy
TrYiNg To KeEp ThE DaRkNeSs AwAy
Please help me
Before the rest of me is locked away with a skeleton key
HE WON'T LAST LONG
BECAUSE I'M HERE ALL ALONG
My MiNd Is On FiRe
It BuRnS LiKe HeLlFiRe
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
My love your hangover takes me to taste
I do know haunts me your being chaste
Let me embrace you to take in hands waist
Please take my heart in your palm to paste
Your sweetest image till the time I am alive
Let be frank and straightforward to shrive
Let beauty to take my love in ***** to thrive
Be my heart and soul be in arms don't deprive
My beloved my sweetheart my life my luck
I love your fragrant flowers let me to pluck
Allow me to take your fruits in hand to ****
To test my hospitality please hug and huck
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
You came in my life as a stranger
Curly, hair, dimple on cheeks,
Smoky eyes for attracting me
With your story which had some
Pain to speak.
Everything was in your favour
You nailed in my heart by saving my life
From danger as a braver
Hanging out with you was my pleasure
You was the one who came in my life
With fun like a treasure.
Your gift for me was so sweet
The novel you gave twist my life
"You was sleeping since 10 years"
The words of dora make me surprise
I ran to find your memorize.
You was standing in front of me
But the tone of your voice was strange
You are not the one whom i love,
Your appearance was change .
"I killed you in the novel , you are my character Miss lovell, you are not alive "
The words of that stranger makes my heartbeat shrive.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
Roof tops, dancing,
she's all alone in her sun flower dress.
I'm caught romancing,
haven't given my best in quite some time.
Wanna fall through it all with her,
land on my bed, take off that dress,
and press my hips to hers,
our skin saying things
we can't with words,
wether we're soft, gentle,
or bound up with chords.
The shaking a shimmy,
to shrive off ill feeling, hate,
the gasps to capture
the musk given off by our heat.
We will collapse, panting,
entangling our feet,
everything else will fall off
like your sun flower dress,
black and yellow,
mellow,
mellow,
mellow...
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
She ran,
clattering over the linoleum
which had been designed
to look like wood,
having just bolted from Asia's arms,
as if harm were imminent,
our intent evil-bent and cruel.
I reached out my hand,
trying to imbue tranquility
in my movements,
shrive any hostility.
When I brushed her head
her wide eyes —
they shook.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
To think is to dream, to dream is to live
To live is to sow, to sow is to shrive
To watch is to know, to know is to give
To give is your soul, as you pretend to live…
To live to your means, to embrace those you love
To be is the goal, as you look to above.
Above is just you, behind is but truth
In front lay your choices, while below you may sleuth
We are slaves to experience, and experience knows best
I’m me and you’re you….but at your behest
Social for one, and the one speaks for all
With no single choice does it matter at all….
We were stuff of stars but now binary we are
Our choices are many, but are lacking by far
So I look to my past to tell me who I am
**** you….don’t judge me!
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC