"strifes" poems
With a raffling breath
I sate death neatly
I am now in trust
Dead
And being played into new life
There's a swelling of new strifes
and wavings from within
Heats of organisms
Worlds accelerating
Pulsion
Gases waste and gases invitations
take place where I have been
A celebration
A bedding
If only The Humans would leave
the 'Dead Body' be
Just when I am finally achieved
They make a bother
I'll make out a doner card
No, a placard
"No Preservation Upon Death !
Corpse Rights Remain !"
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
trying to make a rhyme in time
before my feeling lock me out
trying to find the time to write it down
when I really just want to drown it out
I try,
I know men don't cry,
but little boys do
I have a bit of both I guess
but guess what one I use
thighs that remind me
of a drunk man drawing
on a scratchboard
with a knife
strifes break out between parts of my mind
tearing me apart from the inside
now,
what pride?
I'm whats left
if you take away all the right
and leave all the wrong
I'm the awkward hello
and the silent goodbye
did you hear me whisper
oh wait
no one heard
or maybe no one cared
I'm not ready
but I am prepared
I don't belong here
goodbye
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
i am a woman who hasn't gotten over her girlhood strifes. i am alive in conflict & chaos; when storms still i tremble. i struggle with questions of my own importance. if i am your leaning post, why do i feel so alone? i am one ocean with many seas, rivers, harbours & waterfalls - each with their own names. i am not of this realm, yet my father calls me worldly. i struggle with questions of my own identity. if everyone sees me as one solid being, why do i feel so broken? i am a lover of opposites, of balanced scales, of reflections: black & white, girls & boys, sea & sky, everything & nothing, always & never. the sometimes, the somewhat, the earth, transvestites, grey zones: they don't sit well with me. & yet i am spokesperson for the exceptions (i before e, except after c. using drugs to have *** with people is assault, except for ****** i only like to write with black pens, except when I want to use a pencil. i only drink black coffee, except when I crave a double-double. i only **** girls, except when i need a **** each girl has her own firm resolve, that is contradicted with another's opinions: my whole existence is self-hypocrisy. i struggle with questions of conflicts in my own interest. if i am decided, why do i peer with longing at the other options? i am a planner, an organizer, a sorter: i put my problems in piles. i am erratic, scatterbrained & impulsive. i use my abilities to try to outsmart my destructive tendencies; to try & balance the scales. my flighty adventures often win over my obsessive habits. i struggle with questions of my own intent. if i am scared of commitment, why do i keep promising?
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
If nice guys finish last, then call me an ******* Im done being the nice guy, im done playing that role. Because society doesnt care if you can save the human race. All they seem to care about is stuffing their own face. With fast food, and expensive gifts, with cool gadgets and lavish trips. This world is selfish and does not care for you, so you might as well loose the nice guy attitude. Your friends may say they like your nice guy ways. But lets be honest, love and affection cant get you recognition and fame. Life is cold, life is bleak. Like having no paddles going up a muddy creak. Love is blind, so you will never find, that special someone, that someone to call mine. So why be nice, when no one cares. Why be nice, when life isnt fair. Why be nice, when no one sees you. Why be nice, when no one cares what you do. So call me and ******* call me a **** call me a huge, monsterous ***** But dont call me the nice guy, you'll only make me sick. So here's some advice, if you want to get ahead in life. Forget about fairytale endings, forget about the lavish white weddings, forget about being nice and allways doing right. Cuz life ***** and blows, like a five dollar ***** So get use to those sores, cuz thats what lifes for. ******** you from behind, when you've been nothing but kind. Giving someone your heart, and getting nothing from start. Working your *** off for that spot, only to loose what you got. So **** it all, and **** my life. Get use to these phrases and get use your strifes. And get use to never being right. Cuz when life kicks in, you've already lost the fight!
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Neck pillow
Life would be perfect with a neck pillow
Just sit back and chill
Relax
Let your neck feel no pain
It might feel like its on a chain
But it'll feel comfortable
That's one of the most sought out goals in my life
To have no strifes
To chill
Not always have thrills
Sit back watch the world go by
Get up and create
Get up and debate
But in a mellow way
With a neck pillow on, I say
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
You don't know me
and likewise for you.
So why would you feel the need
to tell me what the **** I should do?
In this life, you have no idea,
NO CLUE
the strifes and struggles
anything I've been through.
You preach to me
which way to go
what street to take
or path to go.
You'll never know
what road I came down
to get to this place.
So, just dismiss your petty judgement
and your ******* case.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
***Muffled strifes of the blanched soul,
Pines for redemption to plug the hole.
The casing remains colorful though,
Mere existence, deceiving puppet show.
Malignant now once benign,
Tragic waste of a grand design.
Delicious torments served each night,
Another day onsets another plight.
Deafening silence, everything torn apart,
Hot tears emerge from the frozen heart.
Quiet scream of the desperate mime,
Mourns the arrival of departure time.
Scythe begins to kiss the shell,
Heaven’s calling or may be hell.
Crimson red spills to shroud,
Darkest void now dreams out loud.***
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
I look in the mirror, the subject framed--
A monster-- scarred with decades of conflicts,
But others see a youth perpetually tamed.
The battle fought was all within, only to me explicit.
Strifes with friends all in my mind
Overthought words clog reason. Reserved, but virtuous,
Always expecting the golden rule to apply, though none are kind.
The problem's within me
I am too nice, the other's aren't contemptuous.
I must work to elevate my mind, resent less.
Not my neighbors-- my thought; the catalyst of my growth.
An arduous journey, efforts must remain relentless,
But less rest makes me regress, the ebb and flow,
The didactic struggle of history, in a microcosm so small.
The flight of the mind anchored by the burden of guilt
Each new break through shows a hole in the wall
of yesterday's beliefs towards good,
now a window to a grander one built.
Does every soul struggle with this Hell?
The will to do good not nurtured by nature.
I hope for the best, will good will come? Will time tell?
First my soul must work to mature--
No hatred, love only, for all, no exclusions
For He would do the same, forgive forever.
Each hurtful word said is a soul's laceration.
The ire over, but there's scar tissue--Past's physical identification.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Blanket troupe called finally finalizing finances
beseeched of asian seas and deformities
begone of witch's seeds
creeds,
and further formalities.
Controlled and sold away,
disney ears and candied shmears of salmon serendipity and forlorn serenity
collapse, perhaps?
can't strap the wrap of boot soles and cannoned poles
of butts and handles throwing sandaled barbarians in their foolish faith
For Empire!
the dire need of those to take and feed and be the god-men to tickle and bleed friends and foe alike,
to nettle the fangs of the good hounds blindly following;
scent dividing love and steeds to carry armies and lone conquerers to their final destinations, permutations of how so many flowers whittle at the broken touch of thunderous life;
of hidden strifes that attack these patient sentinels
their yelps yet signals of defeat so unburly pardoned
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
She tries to put that favorite poem of her's to sleep
it wasn't easy as it spoke of pain, made her weep,
kept on talking about losses, promises not kept,
fighting losing wars, strifes and getting lost.
She waited for the night, fully covered in black tresses
the ample woman, compassionate, who gently would caress
in night's presence and deft manoeuvres all weeping stops.
She sighs, no more poems resurrecting the reign of pain, she hopes
forgets what makes her nightly haunt this place, that she is a ghost
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Sailing saints with bloodied hearts,
Starting strifes without good tide,
Kingdoms crumble,
Buildings fall,
Who will end up with it all?
The hearts so strong,
Sturn, quiet, hearts of gold.
The diamonds so open,
Bright eyes, flirting words and wondering hands.
The spades so wise,
Fighting, Fighting, buying time.
The clubs so blind,
Driven, Driven by blood and greed, but is that what you really need?
Kingdoms crumble,
Buildings fall,
Who will end up with it all?
The king was ill,
The Queen is strong,
Forced once to face her fall.
The Jack is wise,
The Joker mild,
Flags of war are not their style.
Peastant children taught to rule,
Mixed blood is strongest,
Spades is not the land of fools.
Four kindoms strong,
Balance long,
Will it ever be all gone?
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Counting the stars, in the middle of the night
Right by my side, would you be holding me tight?
Mirroring the moon, in your bright black eyes;
It’s just a happy feeling
Being lost in your arms!
When all of the people are scuffling in strifes
Would you be walking, with me all my life?
Clasping my fingers in your soft little palm;
It’s just a happy feeling
Being lost in your arms!
When the wind wafts the dust and it blocks your sight
I shall blow soft air into your eyes, until you feel all right
Would you let me look into them and see the light?
It’s just a happy feeling
Being lost in your eyes
If the time won’t stop and the day starts to break
Would you still be awake, just for my sake?
Would you make me feel that I’m not alone?
No, don’t leave my hand because,
It’s just a happy feeling
Being lost in your arms
The moonshine would seep through your silky hair
You would be shining like a dreamy flair
Would you look at me and whisper my love,
That it’s a happy feeling for you too
Being lost in my love, being lost in my arms?
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
They said it would last.
They said it were completely wrong.
We had a different religious back ground.
But ,what back ground was Adam and Eve.
And we know they faced many negative things.
They stated, family would be upset.
And that friends will disavow us.
But, if they do.
Then they were never friends to us two.
We, who simply fell in love.
Now must be referee to those judging us.
Whatever happen to love?
It seems, that they that speaks of our strifes.
Is afraid of others opinions.
But in life.
These things we face.
When they wants to live our life.
Creates our own rules.
Because they were dictated by others to do.
They will forever be around.
But pay attention about them.
They can't accept being put down.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
Gotta be a better way.
For humanity to get along.
We let religious ideology create strifes and division.
We let untruth operates amongst the truth.
There have gotta be a better way.
With so much love controlling this universe.
We let the few evil minded destroy us all.
There just gotta be a better way.
To this day.
And it might just be me and my thinking.
I can state that war has never truly accomplish many things.
Because let behind amongst the nation's is destruction.
Which leads years later to more disruption.
Because peacefulness was rejected.
There has gotta be a better way.
To live with one another.
But only after war begins.
Does people request to meet at the conference table.
Mained, maligned and dying.
Or maybe even death.
Do you find the news trying to bring logic to the mess?
As, is they didn't play apart.
We all know they loves to brag about winning the Peabody's award.
I just believe.
There must be a better way.
It just gotta be.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
To live a truer life
I fancy quiet surroundings
To allow me the lull of my inmost thoughts
The sojourney longing has barely begun
For Your company to Keep
I kneel down and plead forward
Mercy on our souls living in a worldly world
Complacent feel when only my breathing I hear
Let's not rejoice in a darken solace
But in a rich, cloaked affection.
I found Peace
Rare contentment in adjoining my tomorrow
Repose I have found.
Do not permit other agonies
Your quiet disrupt
And when strifes erupt
My tomorrow is now much coeval
The sought peaceful living I entreat
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
People playing out time.
They work all day
Doing mundane jobs.
Passively watch the telly
And play on their mobile phones.
Week in week out:
Same routine,
With the odd break.
So what is The Purpose
Of all this?
We have our struggles and strifes,
Our glorious wins –
All forgotten once we go.
Generation follows generation,
Each an essay
At the game of Life.
So I ask again,
What is The Purpose?
I've asked this most of my life.
All I can say,
Scratching my head,
Is that we are here just
To Appreciate
The Beauty
Of our Universe,
This World we call “Earth”
And all that Mother Nature
Creates.
We must meditate on this
And make more music.
Listen to our Muses
Then sing, paint, write, sculpt
Or whatever Art
We care
To flow
From our souls.
Amen.
Paul Butters
© PB 1\4\2018.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Cheesesteaks and grimy streets
with a broken bell walled 'round by glass
over cobblestones trod weary feet
and love is born and hope is born
Strong fountains sweep in summer heat
sparks blaze in artful air at night
recalling every future song
when love is free and hope is free
Autumn ripeness sewed the flag
lofting parchment highly penned
before Billy ever stared us down
til love became and hope became
Cold souls all hunched in grand salons
broadly fluttered civil strifes
two hundred years were faded long
but love remained and hope remained
Reborn of blossoms freeing most
Who stretch on Spring Garden to South
And tumble past down to Navy Yard
until love grows until hope grows
Once wise as Ben struck under tree
If ever Delaware George had crossed
—If this Republic we can keep—
it’ll've been by love and a little hope.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
If I could spend
the rest of my life
Happy and true
It would be with you
This love we feel is just the beginning
I can hear the bells ringing
So loud
So proud
With you I would stand
My head held high
With a ring on my finger
And stars in my eye
With you I could see my self building a life
With triumphs and losses and plenty of strifes
But in the end we will rise to the top
Cause babe with our love we will never stop
Without you, my love
I will never be
Snug like a glove
In a new life, can’t you see?
Baby these words
Can’t even describe
The feeling I feel
So strong, surreal
With you once again
I promise to be true
And no one will ever love you
Like I do
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 1:05 AM UTC
I was with you from the start and stuck until the end.
I clung onto your back through all the curves and bends.
I wrote you songs and cried you oceans.
Just so you can swim and sing.
I carried all your burdens and tended all your needs.
I carted away sadness and watered all your seeds.
I even made sure that your house was always clean.
Yet you always say that I had broken in.
3 years ago we fell in love and started our own lives.
3 years ago we stopped thinking and started mixing strifes.
Present day I have learned better to give my heart away.
And now my mistake has made me all alone again.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
Life is an impartial balance
From its beginning to its end
It weighs you not as a foe
Nor does it weigh you as a friend
It comes to you uninvited
In the dark within the womb
Then leaves without consent
And you are laid within the tomb
Life cares not if you be rich or poor
Life cares not if you be strong or lame
Life comes to each just as they are
To life, we are all the same
Life does not possess us
Rather, we are possessors of life
Possessors of its many joys
Possessors of its many strifes
Pursue life to its utmost meaning
Do ! That ,within your heart you know
For life is not your friend
Nor is life your foe
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Money trees is the perfect place for shading
A shade so tempting
Which will bring a satisfactory life
It will end many strifes
The shade will keep me relaxed
Keep me intact
Protect me, save me, reseruct me
It might destroy me
Tempt me in doing the unethical action
That will cause a domino reaction
And end up in my destruction
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
We build our bridges
We tear them down
We wish for kisses
We get frowns
We accept it
As though it's all we deserve
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard.
We build our cities
Live our lives
We hide our struggles and our strifes
They don't want to hear it
So we don't say a word
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard
And we take it
We listen to them
We **** it up
Again and again
The stories that we cannot tell
For we were meant to be seen and not heard
In this hell
I make music, I make noise
They try to tear me down
But they can't speak over my voice
They try to quiet me
But listen to my words
I was meant to be seen
and heard
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
It’s time. I’ve stared in your eyes
And I’ve seen the hurt, the pain
The sorrow. Can I borrow your spare
Time? This is real, girl, no game.
The windows to your soul show how
Silly young boys think girls are toys
I’ve seen the hurt, the pain the
Sorrow. Now I want to see the joy
That smile from inside, that I
Love you when u stride, body slang
You sweet ebony thang. But your eyes
Are diamonds exposed pieces of your brain
Poetic lies and prophetic ties got me
Calling Miss Cleo to see if you in my cards
But only the Good Lord sees what’s in
Store for beautiful Allison and Sherard
How shall we start? First let me kiss
Your soul. Take away the pain I’ve caused
I once was that silly, young boy thought
You was a toy. But yo, we all got flaws.
Let’s move to a higher level of life
Beyond the meager strifes of job stress
And thoughtless actions. A level of
Satisfaction no more questions am I askin
Besides, your eyes say yes.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
In me see Christ.
See his ways in my action.
See my calmness.
When I should be moving like a thunder storm.
In me see Christ.
The way I adjust to conflicts and strifes.
Not easily pushed to anger.
More adapt to solve a situation.
Yes, in me see Christ.
It's only fair.
It's only right.
See me use his words given to him by God.
To educate.
To motivate others to act upon his words.
Do unto others?
Which you you would love others to do unto you.
Respect me.
Even if you can't find ways to love me.
Admire me.
For all my good deeds.
Yes, in me see Christ.
Cause in his company I do belong.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC