"standpoint" poems
Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
Bumped heads together dully
And started down the gully.
Whole capes caked off in slices.
I felt my standpoint shaken
In the universal crisis.
But with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.
Then the rain stopped and the blowing,
And the sun came out to dry me.
6.7k
the passage through time is quite uneasy
imbedded in concrete; consciousness dreamy
faces skewing, anemic monsters
intricate patterns, enhances, obscures
repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition,
incomprehension, incomprehension
i can't continue, can't vacate
i'm only human, my souls to take
i discovered what it means to be
when you can truly see
the epiphany of heavenly monstrosity
visions of a black hole theory
i've seen all of time in one moment
the future, the past, times of atonement
lucid and frightful
enlightening and grateful
heartbeat steadies
i think i'm ready
to explore the world from a different standpoint
and fully know this is not an endpoint
it's forever changing
and we're made for adapting
our primal nature's to live
i will never be held captive
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
I thought Religion was supposed to make One more compassionate, but it seems that so many religious people are only compassionate towards others of that same religious group.
Of course, this isn't always the case,
and I commend those who defy this trend,
but still I sit in awe
of those who look down at others from their religious standpoint
rather than looking inwards at themselves.
Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist,
Christian, Pagan, Atheist, Agnostic:
it doesn't seem to matter:
everyone favors their own in-group:
what if humanity was your in-group?
Why is that such a strain for our psyches?
People are people.
Get over it,
get over yourself.
Compassion cannot be selective.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
*i wait all weak for the newspaper sections i read to arrive,
the magazines of sat. and sun.,
the style section, the culture section, and the news review,
things that matter to be honest.*
i wonder why people want brave ethnicity,
they want the long ships the arabs do
listening to viking metal,
the vikings want peace and quite,
but with global capitalism
and the defunct national socialism:
if only the jews weren't involved
the single pathology, all those able and nimble,
we get no ethnic bravery,
we only get citizens and astronauts,
the only exploration geography is empty and vast
space, and since we're using fossil fuels
we're exploring and destroying at the same time,
like the olden days: plunder and pillage mechanics,
but we're waiting for the other exploration
dynamic, where almost everyone is involved:
turn an autocrat to be paired with a tsunami
or an earthquake and you get panic,
pair the tsunami / earthquake with democracy
and you still get panic...
pair it to a theocracy and you get theories
like evolutionary history with the time scale all
too wobbly extending too far, people
think of gooey eggs easy in 5min,,
but monkey to man in 5 minutes - where's
the adaptability issue concerning?
the darwinian per se dislodges man's
adaptability concerns - historically it was going
to be either Stonehenge or the Giza pyramids,
darwinism dislodged man's adaptability
to future concerns by favouring debate of past truth
and whether mathematically speaking:
the geometric beginning of x, y, z, was
a will to live from the standpoint of (0, 0, 0),
denial of denial creates a propeller, kantian
given 0 = negation.
instead of being as darwin stressed evolutionary beings,
we've become historical beings,
with 24h news reels, with celebrity culture,
trying to piñata nazis... japan conquering with karaeoke
singing... loss of story telling...
with intellectuals trying to pinpoint and in an arena
of plagiarism agree a historical date
where dialectics is impossible... because something
is cited, circa, and the circa defines one person being
wrong and the other person being right...
evolutionary analysis made us so overcome by our history
we're trying to live a single day out,
but in 24h news reels no important historical event will take
place... i call it historical insomnia...
as a scot might say: eh maytee,
das est shovel of ***** (linguistic allegory: shy kite)!
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
It happened again and was exactly the same
the place,
the feelings,
the kiss.
I was unsure if it was as before
But it seemed like it had developed
The passion had grown and emotions were shown
It felt like a granted wish
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards
This time, I thought it was for real.
The words we used
The things we felt
The looks we shared were strong
But a cloud passes over me blowing about all these doubts
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards
It was suppose to be different this time around
We expressed ourselves
We spoke out minds
We confided in each other deeply
Yet somehow it feels like I must have been mistaken
These were just motions for you as how can you lie to yourself daily
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards
The change hasn't come and unsure that it will
I've had to make a stand
I wish my standpoint was stronger and it stood for what I truly want
But each time that I've tried
I feel pushed aside
So don't know what to do
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards
If the words uttered were just for effect, they have certainly worked their way
I can not go without a thought of you crossing my mind at all
Minutes go by, hours tot up and days they seem so long
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards
I don't want to make myself believe that feeling we had was fake
When to me it felt so strong
I would trade anything to go back to that moment
But I'm not sure you would
I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
Because that's what I have been dealt.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
Professor, I was in the hospital all night
with a morphine drip;
shaking and crying as they
poked and prodded. Really.
*The ambiguous nature of your Philosophy class
makes me dizzy—
so I decided to find the meaning of life in a Starbucks cup,
frothy foam, and the banter of friendship.*
Yes, Professor, I realize that I missed out on some key terminology,
not to mention a stimulating lecture
on the importance of faith, but
*isn’t faith too personal for these stark walls,
your icy dissection?
I find more meaning in the pews of the local Catholic church
even though I am a devout Protestant.
Plus, the topic of Christ as a battering ram
did come up over my second double latte.*
Certainly, Professor, I understand the importance of regular attendance.
I missed out on the chance to participate in colorful discussion—
*not to mention how each of my comments is torn ear to ear,
scrutinized, or shunned altogether.
This room becomes larger by the word.
I much prefer this cozy table with its international
creamer choices.*
Of course, Professor, I deeply value this class:
It fulfills the Literacy requirement for what I really want to study.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
I apologize if I'm too persistent in telling you that you matter to me and my heart in ways no one ever has. I've become melancholy in the thought of being alone since I have never been treated like anything but a waste of space and values on a clock. Years have gone by since I've felt like I truly existed to anyone for reasons beyond carnal need and emotional comprehension. I'm not accustomed to feeling a purpose. I've become distant from my own mental standpoint and blood-pumping center whereas I can find no direction. I've been abandoned by those who claimed they would never surrender. I've been damaged by those who stated they could never, would never, misuse me.
When you re-arrived in this shattered existence of mine and evaluated me as an actual being with sentimental value, instead of falling apart, I found myself falling together. Every last piece of me discovering the significance of who I am, always have been, and hopefully always will be. I lost multiple opportunities in which I could express to you the amount I care for your entire essence, I could beg to show you now. However, I will do so as you're willing.
Prepared.
Consenting.
Wanting.
You appeared in my life and became a part of the character I never expected to be. "Tu me manques." You are missing from me.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Stop telling me that I'm not fat
I stepped on the scale this morning knowing full well I gained weight
I was not expecting to make it up to 140 though
I was wrong
I thought I could keep off the weight I fought so hard to lose
But no, looks like this is going to be a lifelong struggle for me
I'll always have to think about what I eat
Always
I've gained 8lbs
It doesn't matter what's muscle or how much my ***** weigh
Even if they're legit, I'm going to quit making excuses
I have to starve myself again
I hated that the most
More than going to the gym
More than never eating anything good
The hunger
500 kcal a day, or I was never going to see any results
And it was true
I can't eat 1500 kcal without gaining something
My metabolism is non-existent
Regardless
The thing that has really been killing me is everyone else
That false hope
“You're not fat.”
I don't even know why I ever agreed or let them get to me
Even after losing 20lbs I was still fat at 132, I still had 20 or so lbs to go
But maybe my clothes were too flattering, or they were too nice
I don't care if you are 500lbs
Don't tell me I'm not fat
Don't tell me I'm not allowed to feel fat
I'm not skinny-passing and I never have been
I'm not some skinny girl looking for attention or reassurance
I don't care if that's your honest opinion
I don't care if you'd rather be at my weight or would be happy at my weight
I hate my naked body
I could never pull off a bikini
I'm living in reality
I know what other people would honestly think
Fat is fat
I could weigh so much more, but it doesn't matter
I've already passed the threshold of what is considered fat
From a health standpoint I might be better off
I might not be that hard to look at naked but I'm still fat
Quit telling me I'm not allowed to feel fat because I don't meet your requirements
This is something I struggle with just as much as someone at 200 or 300 or 400
I feel ugly, unwanted, disgusting
I know it has a hand in my love life
I need exercise equipment at home
I'm too self-conscious to go out running or jogging
I don't want anyone to see me
This ends now
I give up
I'm ready to trade it all for a body I love and am proud of
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
within an introduction exist two things: one and the other.
similarly, in such a meeting two things lie: you and i.
speaking from the standpoint of time, a conclusion must arrive
and what could be better than lying together?
hand gripping hand - seems normal
hand knowing hand - painted, pained, veined.
hand to hand from boy to girl
hand upon hand - all notions entertained
what would it take for a couple's bodies to become one -
a glance in a mirror to confirm the presence of two.
where four footprints stained, a duo remains
seal our deal with a kiss blown towards a reflective sun.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
The world needs balance,
The world needs balance.
Wake up to the news every morning of homies Wildin.
Why don't you stay in school?
Education succeeds violence.
Why spend your life in the hood?
Get a new challenge.
Get some new talents,
The trap game gets old.
Half the ones that say they trap,
Get in the real game and just fold.
Never going for the gold,
But they settle for them metals.
Just be palming on that pistol,
Advocate for the devil.
Willing to **** to survive,
So much pain in mothers' eyes.
Lost two sons:
one to system & and one to the skies .
The devil in disguise ,
He don't care who stay alive .
He just wanna create chaos ,
He just wanna ruin lives.
Heaven or hell ?
You choose .
Whether Dead or in jail?
You lose .
Heartless or heartbroken ?
Stories rolling on the news.
I'm never amused.
My generations amusement.
Six flags fall to half-staff,
My generation is losing.
Dying off.
Kids my age aren’t coming home.
I’m realizing, kids my age aren't coming home.
Some wonder why I write poems.
Just So you can feel me and my standpoint,
Cause I never been good with words unless I write out what I've planned. Huh?
Wishing we could talk to God more.
Wishing the FEDERAL government would provide more;
assistance for college that's why these kids quittin' .
They lack the AMBITION,
And incentives to keep them driven.
Unemployment is high .
These kids gettin higher.
In an attempt to talk to God ;
So they all Rastafari .
Playing host to a chess game.
Satan Versus God.
But you can't wither & Waver,
Gotta pick & choose your side.
So whose side do your reside on?
I mean, who do you rely on?
This cold world, but no heat.
Can't stay wrinkle free, without an iron.
Perfection's in belief.
Belief is in faith.
Faith is discussion.
So who do you discuss today?
Give them something to talk about…
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
performing autopsies on our old conversations
dissecting every angle and standpoint
checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me
and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Her heart might shift back towards me,
Never realizing what she does herself,
She underrates her loving mother,
Aspiring to go to foreign lands,
She thinks life is easier there,
Knowing not life is harder,
And so she might change,
Changing her standpoint,
Her mind towards India,
I wait for her marriage,
If she's happy after it,
I will forget her too,
And I will marry,
Some other girl,
Proposing me,
Otherwise,
Waiting for her,
I will be.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
Shall thou fade
or is it a blunder
if one can speak thy mind
in regards to ones perspective
from a standpoint?
Or is it ones best
to express hence
whining
or whinnying
Clouds are near
sun shall fade
rain may drip
darkness
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
..1. .
the fool remakes himself
into a bard
and no one laughs when
he says this out loud
because a crying fool
brings only melancholy and misery
and as for the bard?
well, the bard feels foolish
about so many things
the question still stands
begging for an answer
if loving you
was one of those foolish things
still, the bard would like to think
he understands what falling in love is like
if only from an artistic standpoint
like the poet to the muse
after all, hearts can’t be reasoned with
and this bard has made quite
a career out of being maudlin
welcomes fits of melancholy with open arms
knowing that a good ballad
a misguided declaration of love
is impossible to write without
have a good cry while doing it
2.
and sometimes there is
so much hurt in those tears
that if feels like anger
but the bard does not know
who it is directed at
and does that really matter?
for, while the anger of a poet
runs deeper than blood and bone
the love of a poet is
an infinite thing
maybe not a thing to say aloud
though, what is a bard without
the sweetness of his voice?
fingers tenderly plucking
at his own heartstrings
pulled taut again and again
nothing as poetic as that will
eventually break
even if the bard tries his
damndest to shatter knuckles
against his growing loneliness
because, sometimes, the truth
is saying that you’ve made him
cry and meaning it
when he confesses to missing
being no more than a fool
what does a fool know of love?
of heartbreak
of empty bottles
and emptier promises
the fool knows nothing at all
and the bard would like that back,
so tired of collecting the coins
made from making a broken heart
sound like such a beautiful thing
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
industrial lights that glisten and gleam
Shine and shimmer, sparkle and preen
We're the footlights of her growing up.
The clang of the American swing; iron on iron
Formed the incidental music.
No aroma of roses or apple blossom
But industrial pong and fog scented the air.
No silken lingerie to kiss the skin
But grammar school knickers that left a green stain on the ***
In pantomime the slipper gifts
In this story brown lace ups rub
And ankle socks slip under the heel or grey 'pull ups' slip down.
In the wet night black iron railings and soot blackened brick shine
As does the peeling paint in somber tones of maroon or green.
Oil stained cobble stones glow iridescent in the entries and rain smears the light from lamp posts.
A gabardine Mac and a good hood and the night is hers, walking home from the swimming baths with sweets and a good friend.
No style, no shape, no ' je ne sais quoi' ( no French yet)
No self- consciousness, no cynicism, no act , no role;
Caught between childhood and puberty.
Daft and funny and giggly
Laughing till it hurts, with tears streaming.
Making up stories and fascinated by 'what ifs?
Loving friends unreservedly and having no idea that 'now' would soon be 'then'.
A time when innocence and intellect met and each enjoyed the other,
A moment of balance
When two sturdy legs in brown lace ups stand slightly apart
And a scrubbed chubby face looks you in the eye
And dares you
To see the world from that standpoint.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Sometimes you feel...
Useless
Abused
Threatened
Insulted
Hurt
Damaged
And that's okay.
You have to push through all the hard times.
Take back the life which is rightfully yours.
Stand up to your problems and face them straight on.
Because without perseverance, you have no drive.
Without drive, you have no reason.
Without reason, you have no standpoint.
Without a standpoint...
You lose.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
I've been spending most of my time
finding ways to feel fulfilled
but honestly I am twenty-two and life is a cycle,
monotonous,
i sleep more than i ever have before
and i avoid responsibility like
the plague.
to be worthy of someone's time would be great
but i am in a constant tug-of-war
with my standpoint on relationships.
yeah, having a partner could be fun
'cause i could belong to someone
and i guess now that i think of it,
that sounds exhausting.
i should go back to bed.
i stay up until 3:00 am,
listening to the same songs on repeat
tweeting my thoughts like a lost prophet
serving a sermon to her open palms
i'm hopeful you will think i'm clever
i want your attention,
not your surrender.
my mom tells me to be careful every time i leave the house
i shrug and say "yeah okay" but promise nothing else
we drink beer in basements and watch kids sing their hearts out,
only alive when it's dark out,
i end up on some foreign couch with two beards and a ukelele
you couldn't thrill me if you paid me.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
I lost my house cars and kids as fast as I can say I do,
Now live my life with no care in the world to what it is that I do.
Even with the chances that I had to get them all back just obstacles for me to overcome,
It's a lot easier said because otherwise it would be done.
I have my family to thank for being there otherwise I wouldn't know where they would be,
I have my family feeling hurt because they believed in what I stood for as far as I can see.
It's like my life has come to a standpoint my motherhood has been stripped right out of my hands
,It's like the only way to get them back it's by following orders or specific demands.
But who said the parenting comes with a handbook filled of instructions on what's right and what's wrong,
I'm still at the point where they call me an unfit parent and due to that my kids are all gone.
Everyday that goes by I hear my children's voice and have to tell myself that they're not here,
It's like I messed up and can't do right so my days turn to months and now my months have turned to years.
Now my children have to live a certain life they didn't have a chance and it's just what it is,
All because of my selfish act and my wrong choices they all suffer for what I did.
What is wrong with me I wish I knew every day I wake up with all this weight on my heart,
Not only for my children but for my family who loves me enough to love them who's willing to fix something I tore apart.
Just the thought to try to get back what I lost for me the results are still the same,
I lost them and now they're gone and I am the only one who is to blame.
My life is filled with pain and anger for I am my worst enemy for what I put them through,
What kind of person am I when I look in the mirror I can't even recognize who I am I say to myself this isn't u.
When you can tell you're not the mother the sister , Auntie or woman you used to be,
But you see a lifeless soul me fighting a demon that lies Within me.
What's wrong with me I lost my children to my health and addiction and that's real fact,
What's wrong with me I lost my life and possibly I will never get it back.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
It's nice to know the standpoint I am seen at
How much the truth is twisted...
Is that really what I do?
Was that really who I was?
Because the facts I have,
The evidence I keep,
Says differently.
Its funny as people lie when
I know the truth.
Because I can never convince
them of what actually happened.
Nobody ever believes that...
So I just sit back,
and listen to their twisted tales,
because, hey, might as well
throw them a bone.
I know what I believe,
I know who I am.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
When I realized
I was in love with you,
It was no movie scene.
No red roses,
No heart chocolates-
It was simple.
Like going out in May,
Wearing shorts and standing in a puddle
Looking at the sky thinking,
"I guess I should have
Checked the weather this morning."
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Her standpoint reminds me of my mother.
A warrior, a worker and a teacher
She Could put all girls to shame
But she has another aim.
Her focus reminds me of my father.
Driven by passion,a man of action
She Could put Wonder Woman to shame
But she has another aim.
Her smile reminds me of myself
A part , I lost somewhere
I miss it, I want it.
Thank you
Coz of you I found it.
Her beauty reminds me of no one.
Unparalleled to anyone.
A creature of another world
Not made from earth's mud.
I miss you, I want you.
Thank God.
I Found you.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
“The Only philosophy which can be responsibly practiced in face of
despair is the attempt to contemplate all things as they would present
themselves from the standpoint of redemption. Knowledge has no light but
that shed on the world by redemption: all else is reconstruction, mere
technique. Perspectives must be fashioned that displace and estrange the
world, reveal it to be, with its rifts and crevices, as indigent and distorted
as it will appear one day in the messianic light. To gain such perspectives
without velleity or violence, entirely from felt contact with objects – this
alone is the task of thought. It is the simplest of all things, because the
situation calls imperatively for such knowledge, indeed because
consummate negativity, once squarely faced, delineates the mirror-image
of its opposite. But it is also the utterly impossible thing, because it
presupposes a standpoint removed, even though by a hair’s breadth, from
the scope of existence, whereas we well know that any possible knowledge
must not only be first wrested from what is, if it shall hold good, but is also
marked, for this very reason, by the same distortion and indigence which it
seeks to escape. The more passionately thought denies its conditionality for
the sake of the unconditional, the more unconsciously, and so
calamitously, it is delivered up to the world. Even its own impossibility it
must at last comprehend for the sake of the possible. But beside the
demand thus placed on thought, the question of the reality or unreality of
redemption itself hardly matters.”
~Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
You say I should only have eyes for you but everywhere I look, you're all I see
Everything is so mundane unless I can relate it to you
Feelings erupt out of the ground when I hear your songs, I see your smile
And even in the ones I say I love, I hope you're hearing me say it just for you
The world spins around everybody, and we are only able to truly understand being selfish from one standpoint
But to experience it with another person is to have a partner in crime, to truly love
And when I feel, I feel us together
And I hope you do too
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC