"subsume" poems
If Eight Fanned Angels admit to his Name
And beg the Sullen Scroll to recompense
These Fortitude's Maidens learned to maintain
An Hour to decide which Fashion made sense
Loyalty alone may not win his Heart
Consider the Hours he has to consume
Now celebrate each other; Though apart
To golden yourselves and Pride you subsume
All of you - Beauty's Inner Chorus - Taste!
Taste and realise Other Flavours grow
The Bowl you feed in has more than one space
As other Jolly Princes dive for show.
Your Plum Prince still smiles. But go and decide
Which Heart to follow and which Heart to hide.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
Apart from the Malice I'd like to Subsume
Are some Fortune's Tags which I strive to defer
And Mood the Dragon's Seasoned Pawn resume
Threw Slime instead; And dissolved my Brother
Shall I charge as your Fault? But then again,
Your same usual Stones pound my Bouncing Head
With no other Ritual to confront this Pain
You continue to bray; And play Mule instead
Unaware of the Grass you still do hurt
Blinded by the Light which you call Divine
Philosophy leashes your own True Worth
Sticks you in Trivia; And robs your eyes blind.
What is there to blame from such Harrowed Young
Since the Lord Philip's Man has not yet sung?
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
But then that Bronze you would Commercialise
Out of those Hands which reimbursed your Win
Need not be Displayed; For Humble concise
The Best Blown Victory embraces your Skin
Like that Gold-Dresser his Scriptures resume
Though unexpected Prime Tarriff despite
Saw this Next Call for Excitement subsume
For the Corvocado Christ he'll incite
And as for you, to Teeny-Bopps you relate
And Promote your Sport as a Pop-Ear's Rage
With Some at-risk, masturbed and hate
The Artist's Garden stolen for corsage.
There are certain Themes which need no Reform
That if we do, such Gremlins we Transform.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
There’s too much air to breathe here.
A swirling mass of emptiness heaves through the crowd’s lungs.
Stop.
Won’t everyone just god ****
Someone sings at the bus stop just outside my window.
Wires hum, ignoring the melody that person has so carefully constructed.
A hiss.
Rising steam.
An abrupt end.
Another listless night.
A beetle flies in through my open window.
It takes me twenty minutes to help it back out.
I think about wandering the forest.
But am too scared to confront loneliness, and the frailty of human existence.
There is a gap forming already.
Here.
A dialectic that seeks to sublate my very identity.
Subsume those closest to me.
Until I am completely alone.
There is a bush down the street which is in bloom right now.
I think the sun is too hot.
The flowers are wilted.
And the pavement is littered with dead bees.
Voices.
An exchange.
A language game.
Two horizons meet, merge, melt.
‘Wait--’
The horizons drop.
If only for a moment.
And the abyss is revealed.
The only universal in this world is that we are all alone.
Trapped in our own understanding.
Forever interpreting one another.
I am waiting for the day the wind carries me out the window.
Perhaps it will never come.
Perhaps I will live a long boring life amongst friends, family, and all those people I despise.
Oh well.
No point, either way.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
*We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been, must ever be.*
William Wordsworth
stunning and stunned,
perhaps even life momentarily,
stunted angry but enraging confusion
this notion, stirs a commotion,
primal sympathy, spawns poem
not a broken totem
not a stolen token
hand writ, inked in pen,
no golems in a modem
to assist
this just pure human spoken
an omen giving,
notice total,
this is one true ether,
or either it is not!
this primal essential assertion
a conditional propositional
that it is natural for man
to be deep sympathetic to his kind,
*for which having been,
must ever be*
in Syria, snipers shoot children for sport,
in Nigeria, young girls to slavery sold,
the list, matter of many facts, well known,
needs not embellishment or addition,
the history books teach the children well
so vaunted primal atmosphere,
in these places,
are you absent, non-existent?
when primal was pre-creation,
spelled first as primeval,
in the era before the appearance of ratiocination
of life on earth
Prime and Evil,
was a combustible fuel of necessity survival
primeval became primordial,
man essayed to improve,
aging onwards himself to enlightenment
yet rooted in this prime number of humankind
is a cellular tissue that springs to life
in those who allow it, residence of the remnants,
original origin of the evil that can subsume
and assume
do not allow it
I can tell you I
will not lay quiet
for the murderers of children,
I have primeval hatred
the rage of primal sympathy denied
unleashed ten times greater
be wary when the best of us rises up
the snipers and the enslavers will die
by their own weapons
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
two hundred years ago
or so
this title might have read
"America", etc.,
according to the myth
that then was strong
and still exotic
and promising to aliens
with no experience
today, after Wounded Knee, the Trail of Tears,
the Civil War, the Restoration, all the lynchings,
after Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Nicaragua,
the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,Lybia, Syria & cetera,
Ferguson, Baltimore, & cetera,
"America" has disappeared
it has, in fact, become quite evident
that to subsume the continent
on the far side
of the Atlantic or Pacific
with this name
will do no more
in truth, it rarely ever did
the mythic notion
of a just and free society
was definitely buried at My Lai,
Panama City, on the desert plains
of Kurdistan, the Baghdad prisons,
and Guantanamo
by racist violence & arrogance
and pitiful ideas of white supremacy
the usa today lies bare
of the old promise of 'America'
street people, rampant fundamentalists,
drugs, and low employment rates,
in a society that longs
despite its cherished myth
of tough but honest competition
for holy war in order to rebuild with profit
what it has destroyed with arms
that, to all evidence, cares not
a penny's worth for
the unbuildable
which never shows in the domestic census
or for the lives of others but their own brave boys
preferably white
who have in recent years
though with increasing discomfort
upon appointment by their country's presidents
achieved the dreary fame
of bombing back into the stone age
distant lands that had
just barely begun
to make it out from there
* * *
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I am
the universe.
Unique and indivisible.
Focus on this, my inner truth.
Then, broaden bright consciousness
to subsume everything into this sphere
of most subtle and sublime reality.
Until a greater dawn reveals.
I am part of everything:
The universe
is me.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Holy Spirit took Him to the wind and sand,
Left Him alone in dry air
To meet the Devil.
Forty days He fasted,
Must have prayed,
Alone.
The Devil knew just where to find Him,
Rolled up in a whirlwind,
Did he?
Or slithered he up,
Wind in his face,
The Serpent, from behind?
The conversation followed,
Enough to raise my hair,
"I've been given total dominion
Of earth and sky down here.
The glory is all mine."
"Unlimited my power
Within the earthly plane,
And all of it you'll have,
If you but praise my name."
The Devil said his piece,
Then waited,
Plotting Jesus' pain
For invading his dominion
For bringing Glory down.
He proffered ease of life
And Earth's opinion,
The greatest things he owned
To tempt the Chosen One:
A monstrous devil's game...
Risk every earthly thing
For the Knee of the Almighty.
Jesus spoke:
"Satan, get behind.
Worship only God, your Lord,
Serve no one but Him."
So Satan took the two of them
To the top of the temple spire,
"Fall free from here,
Let angels catch;
Subsume human desire!"
Jesus answered quickly,
"You shall not tempt your Lord."
And so the Devil left Him,
The Tempter's power, blown.
And so began
The Savior's journey
Toward a humble Cross,
The Gate Post to our Home.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
through dawn i stumble,
singing to bustling streets through
clenched teeth, through
wavering eyelids i
am the sum
of the sleep
i haven't got. i
was lost,
and couldn't
and can't tell if this day
pervades, but;
lost like this, lost
undercurrent, while caverns of cloud subsume,
i can take this.
in an instant,
lucid life is a dream i
carve whilst awake. i'd
never seen vanishing
as perfectly as this
platanus leaf beneath
rain, beneath me.
the sky dissolves as i breathe,
choking on city air.
at the end of everything,
i draw out short
straws. indisciplined, the
spaces between my heartbeats
become,
to curl up and writhe and
scream aloud your name,
to take down
the whole **** coast
on the single point we
intersect,
with hope;
to fall into your life, like
slow leaves to footpaths.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
You are truly magnificent; you're great, you are marvelous, you're expansively strong, you are out of this world!
Be courageous, be humble, give back and build up, be dynamic, a student, and teacher, be BOLD!
I'm telling you this 'cause you don't hear it enough and I know you're unique and can impact the globe.
You have dreams and high hopes. Though negativity surrounds you,who you want to be fervently burns in your soul.
Hey beautiful and dedicated! Hey handsome and strong-willed! Don't let this life pass without honing your skills.
See success is not businessess, money or boats.
Established is not a doctorate, true wealth is not in notes.
Those "Yays" can't compare to the gleam in your eyes.
Those True Religion jeans are just fabric for thighs.
Those Jordans may be hot, all these things show you're paid but don't matter 'cause you're already beautifully made.
Do what you enjoy.
Fight for what you believe in.
Don't take "No" for an answer, please realize your dreams.
Reality is relative, no goal is impossible,
The prowess you subsume can create NEW extremes!
I love you and I believe in the positive change that you can be to the community and this world, but it's more important for you to believe in, respect, and love, YOURSELF.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
The fragments of the sumptuous
thirty-plus
have been dispersed about me
These shards, not merely placed
here accidentally, rather having found
their way through
the hands of one who would have
them for a night
then repudiate them.
That’s how it would seem
to the hordes of eyes
who’s business goes unattended
for that sole reason.
Now it is my duty to live
with a title others who
bear the plague of
an unburdened
dangling protuberance
as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable.
Through those very eyes
they exert themselves to live
vicariously through
your eyes.
How foolish are the feeble minded.
to so easily set out
on a self cataclysmic odyssey.
When viewed from the eyes of
the sumptuous thirty-plus
the perspective have been
effectively skewed.
The acclaim you were once
engrossed in has altered.
Transmutation has taken effect.
Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes
will subsume
the feeble minded
Thus creating only one
possibly point of terminus:
solitary confinement.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
the raw confusion of the nucleotide fusion,
the great concoction of recombinant DNA,
when we cross over our own boundaries
and subsume, integrate, reformulate our
very selves, with inhalation complete of
another human being; the danger’s inherent,
absorbing a foreign body totally is the creation of a new being entire, vulnerable
despite the new totality of the resources of
two hearts acquired for mergence
and the rush of two different bloodstreams
now circulating, stronger by far, and equally
vulnerable to diseases never prior considered,
these tissues patches, interwoven skins, two
fabrics, silk and wool, a smooth itchy, that
makes us stronger with yet unknowns of weaknesses, and then we encounter what
cannot easily be digested, comprehended,
for even new cells split apart, and the terrible
terror of dividing division that is the side effect of integration, new subdivisions never
ever forever foreseen cause volcanic tremors
and trusting your other half is awful,
until the fear subsides
*this is the why
I write of
only love poetry,
the study of this process
so poorly and powerfully
misunderstood
is the atom bomb
of the human psyche
in rivers dark we travel,
oars with cotton muffled,
for there are dangers on each bank,
and in the waters beneath
the salt and the fresh
excitingly & violently blending,
different weights
somethings fall to the bottom,
others rise to the top
*and when the process is nearly resolved
(for never ending,
by default defined,
for end is a conflict
constant
interrupted by truces fraught,
fragrant and vulnerable)
*this then
is living,
this physic of the
bio-il-logic process
called love,
and the endlessness
that it requires
the inconstancy
of the
constancy
of the
deepening well,
and the
redemption of
redefinition
of what is
well*
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2:10pm
nyc
10/21/24
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 2:11 PM UTC
Oh how these Strings wrap our Candied Dreams bear
When sordid Fantasies plead our Wishes real
Though caught by Intent from Good Sages hear
Submit to Heart his Childish Play reveal
Though evident Time and Geography states
And Primping Albums we'd like to Assume
These Spectral Lines think to earn our Best Rebates
Then soon Collapse his Investment subsume
For all his Campaigns ribboned his Image
Such his Craft only forced us to beknow
As Profits and Shares feed his Entourage
And only for Them his True Seedlings grow.
So why the Trap we swallow still Fancy
Restrict potent Friends - and salt Family?
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
How often it takes to live in Review
When Hard-Bound Cases never sate enough
Of you and I - Respected Crafts adieu
To have Moments subtled yet rendered so rough
With Meanings as these no wonder consume
On how Equalled Dimensions create some sense
Yet fail to meet be such Reason subsume
Based on Degrees sapped to our own Defense
Thinkers, maybe. Yet Actions your Deeds score
More than which my own Carpels could apply
Foremost Succeed; As made Success your Fore
Which the Reclusive Verser struck on-High.
And she was Right; That Flower's Universe bloom
As yours the Board; Whose Waves herald you soon.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
**** your Captors, free your soul
How can you say you love me?
Knowing that you hate the thing:
I love the most
And that is you honey!
the man of my dreams
Free yourself from mental slavery
**** your captors,
free your soul
Love yourself again for me
Suicidal thoughts is not the answer
Think like a man never be apologetic
that simply Internet etiquette
Only the failures choose suicide; choose life
A vague empty feeling subsume you
As you look into the eyes of evil;
When man becomes dear to me,
I have touched the goal of fortune
Is there such a man for me?
After you depart from this world
Is there such a man for me?
Why deprive me of such a man
why the suicidal thoughts
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
*" I would like to be
the air that inhabits
you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary"*
**Variations on Sleep
Margeret Atwood**
to be inhaled
into your essence
to become your
breath in this world
to inhabit the marrow
of your soul
is but a dream
for we are,
different components
different aspects
needed to compliment
needed to inspire
the pthers aspirations
needed to question
the motive
to mobilise the heart
to gain forward momentum
we do not subsume each other...
we are become,
to one another
catalysts
gunpowder and fuse
lit.....to make the world explode...
we are not each others breath....
but,
we are each others,
reason
to breathe...
What do you dream of
my love...
I watch you twitch and murmur....
are you a big brave hunter....
or something less ferocious...
tis no matter to me....
i love you and if you could walk me dreams with me
you would know that there
you are a gentle hero
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
*A fight with my biggest demon,
Addiction,
Its consumes me, mind, body,
And soul,
A fight within my self,
That only seems to subsume with the demon its self,
Only to cause doom,
Pain,
And shame,
From outer to inner,
And flesh to bone,
It takes over me,
And swallows me whole,
A battle to fight,
For the rest of my life.*
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
when i think of you
twin souls burning
your kisses, dark chocolate
when your gone
its a devils black pit
hopeless to a wild heart
and a jutting **** in zebra striped pants
better come get me
subsume me in flames and incense
zombie lover on fire
eyes bulged
smudged mouth gaping
feet scorched
*** turned to jelly
blood bell kisses
pop
your **** are eyes smiling
your hips
metronomes trance
your darkness is incandescent
i want to live feeling this way
the way you make me
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
If, furnished back to Prime Memories, if
These ****** Fans review your very Young
Then, as Coach or Commenter state, consist
What Fetus or Form your Body has sung
Strike, if so given Bags or Condiments
Ready to face that Sly Monster called Heat
Outsized your Height; Thus with Impediments
Forced Tender Blessings to High Noses repeat
Which, after all, placed your slice of the blame
Though Infection be the source to consume
If Consumption be Truth, then swallow the Name
For yours and their Eyes bid Lust to subsume.
If we view again, let our Conscience bear
What Red Eyes we style; What Cold Lips we wear.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
At least that much with PIN Services climed
To cash your Fortunes for us to consume
Yet, ask more what you Deposit, enlight
The Addict's Flavour our Taste Buds subsume
But why, after a Year's Half-Pie debate
Still your Velcroed Ghost we can't un-manage
Still, your Latined Face we entempt to bait
Though Absolute Value mums the Savage
How can we, for such Troubled Mercy's Will
One day these Settled Chains we liberate
One day, when all these Windy Flags be still
One sole HER our Acceptance contemplate.
If so much as a dew we can Respect
Then lighter it be for us to Expect.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
with charon as thy chauffeur
subsume thyself in the guise of the left hand of god
complement part and parcel in opposite
trudge that weary path of darkness
scathe thyself
in the burning retribution of saint michaels sword
in the burning retribution of saint michaels sword
live for the pain that teaches what it means to be alive
do not obsess of love and purity
you alone hold the hand you are dealt
there is light and there is pain
there is terrible hunger
there is weight and there is unbearable weight
there are things we can not and do bear
live by the sword; die at the wheel
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
it opens
like a wound
a torrent of
flumes and
the worries
subsume.
the day has
broken
with a thud
& every thing
we are, were, was,
momentarily
stops.
a
system as
tightly
bound as
ballet shoes
loosens
and we
become
the mist.
and when it sighs
a part of us dies,
the world's
engine ignites,
and those
familiar cogs begin
to grind
inside the
mind.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Embrace me my sweetheart with all your passion
Make that moment remarkable like a heavenly gift
Let us be on the edge of eternity to make it fashion
Please be sensible not to create any tussle or any rift
When bodies touch then soul is at comfort and solace
That unity of moment make us a unit to just celebrate
I have visited all your charms now allow your grace
Do not ask about experience of love it is really great
Let me kiss you, caress you from every pore to pore
Let me see how innocent rose flower to just bloom
Let me in honesty and entirety to admire and adore
Allow me to be your heavenly part and to subsume
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Too young! Well, yes, isn’t that the way
It seems to us when we hear a friend is gone.
The scythe swept close yet we ourselves remain
to drink our coffee and put on mourning clothes.
We’ll gather in a place we loathe to go.
We will see familiar faces in those folding chairs.
We’ll kneel before a casket made of bronze
And offer an inadequate childhood prayer.
In time, we all come to terms with our grief.
Experience has taught us nature’s way-
Our memories are like sand the tides subsume.
Not gone, exactly, submerged, hid from the light.
to surface like a dream in the dead of night.
Our friend was our companion on this journey,
Good company, a source of strength and humor.
Our paths diverged in a dark stretch of woods.
Our friend has reached the destination sooner.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
We try to sound
Profound
As we
Expatiate
Not meaning to
Pontificate
Philosophies
We contemplate
More often end up
Platitudes
Convictions we assert
Assured
Of righteousness
And rectitude
Conflating faith with certitude
In provenances
We conclude
Consensus from the misconceptions
Answers to subsume
The questions
Even if the faintest doubt
Still lingers on each word
Of mouth
And furtively betrays
Ideals
As easily
As Death reveals
Itself to all of those in time
Who claimed in life
Divine design
More absolute than its unmaking
Predicating
Their awaiting
Finitely
To resurrection
On hypotheses
Of heaven
Fallible
Incredible
Intangible
Untenable
But nonetheless
Congenital
Is man in all his arrogance’s
Gods upon a pedestal
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC