"termoil" poems
Lets stop n slam on somethin' shameful like war and anguish...
'Cause im pretty sure that tremendous termoil and suffering and starvation is the same in all languages...
But something that most of us will never know...
'Cause in this country you tend to grow a fat *** as you grow old.
Give this countries cold dark history a warm embrace, look it in the face!
All this killing, death, distruction, and disease...more war than peace!
Something most of us will never see, much less feel...Because ignoring it is so much easier.
We'd rather be pleasing ourselves than siezing the keys to this country!
Jump in.
Take a sunday drive for freedom.
Sunday football keeps you occupied...
Kicked back in the recliner, while others freeze in the name of the flag.
And your constitution.
And the human condition.
Patriotism is not pretty to the petty.
To...those getting rich, hand over fist...
On your...vacant homes, vacant jobs, and vacant votes.
While they vacate our education with more lousy legislation.
We get lazier and sleezier and sloppier.
We pass judgement on our fellow man...
While we let politicians pass bills that destroy this great land.
Hand over fist, hand over hand...one hand washes the other politicians ****
These dinosaurs with their special interest agendas make me sick.
Stand up strait.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Dont turn a blind eye to all the bodies that once hung from loops...
Remember where we came from.
Re-write history like the bible.
Re-write war and peace.
We call soldiers "property of uncle sam".
Brainwashed to believe in 'the man' and his plans.
Slavery doesn't segregate anymore.
We're all in on this together.
This time.
We stand in unison.
All in on this together.
Revolution is freedom.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
Anger, bitterness, sadness, and regret
What strong emotions these are to be felt.
What horrible things for someone to feel.
Makes me picture the colors blue and black
Makes me think of bruises and tears.
Loss, lonliness, confusion and hurt.
I want to just make them all go away
I want to make your heart stop bleeding
I want to stop your mind from aching
I want to dry your falling tears and make the world a better place for you to be in.
Lies, deceit, pain, and termoil
These make up the world now days
Everyone hurts everyone without a second thought
No one cares they are evil and selfish.
Sin, loss, darkness, and sorrow
What sad things
What lonely things
What frightening and dark things
How do I go on living with these
How do I not perish into the night.
Money, *** ***** and drugs
Thats what you do to cope
That's what you long for
It's an unquenchable thirst that can't be slaked
Alternates the way you think.
Abuse, neglect, hurtful words, and agony
The yelling and screaming
The hitting and beating
I know these aches
I have felt these things.
I detest them so much
What agonizing pains.
Stupidity, hatred, carelessness, and shame.
What things to feel
What heavy burdens to bear
What thoughtless things
What hurtful things
How does one live with these things
What a better place this world may be without all these things in it
They will eat you alive and swallow you whole
Make you black and cold
Bitter and scaved
I know about all these things
I have felt all these things....
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
in this between-time
after the day-work
before a partying-night
outside in the city-street
I window-stand
people pass
a rich-day collecting
the determination of things
that future-spell so
I am replete with possibility
conclusions safely-stored
filed-finally I fill
with you-thoughts
board-pinned your photo
to turn to but I daren’t
eyes-shut instead . . .
and there you are
only more so as this portrait
- an august-glorious day
garden-full with butterflies
the sea-sound distant-sounding
only more so -
this portrait expands
to show all your sudden-self
a pause in twilight-termoil
I grapple – should I
let this brown-inked pen
flow inscribe tell and paper-paint
knowing full-well you favour words
that do not spell out what’s in store
when the bedroom door
closes-shut on poets’ licence?
so being careful not to press
passion’s path beyond the bounds
of touching-tender kissing-close
when once I would barely-break-step
to think of not exposing such
geographies of gracefulness
unclothed revealed to savour-so
the breath-shortening rise
the eye-closing slow-release:
please know to write so
brought you close
when you were not . . .
my dear-joy
I still my pen
hold thoughts in check
trance-like knowing now
(and conscious now)
of other ways
to tell-out spell-out
characters desire-dense
ambiguity-rich
flavoured-full
beyond-beyondness
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
Overdosed on salvation
I live in a nation of nothingness
No Bliss
I long for a kiss of finality, in actuality
Maybe just a shot of spirituality will do
Bounded - Hounded - Surrounded by insanity
I sounded the alarm
There is no water here - I live in fear
Of being in this cage - a fluid filled Haze
My mind wonders in a maze of indecision
No Vision
Pin-pointed pupils
Dialated
Blood shot eyes and someone dies in my mind
Everyone blind to my murderous rampage for sage
to spice up this homicidal soup
Vines of untrust winde behind my mind
I find
that I am all alone
etched and sketched by memories of emotional termoil
My soul toils
I Spoil
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
The days and years they have gone so fast
I can not catch up, can not seem to grasp
And this ever growing urge to make time stand still
to keep you just the way you are pure and so secure
I want to keep you save, to always hold your hand
I know I can't keep you here and this I understand
It does not make it easier to be aware of this
I want to always have this special bonding bliss
I can't stop time
I can't keep you young
I can only hold you tight
Try to teach you wrong from right
Show you all the love I have
Cherish these moments
Be proud and be glad
I never knew the termoil ,that comes with raising young
Already I feel the pang of seperation and it has yet to have begun....
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 7:41 AM UTC
If only love was easy.
If only I could understand it.
If only I could find the 'one'
The one that so many speak of.
If only love didn't ****
And after much fighting and termoil
I see
Love *****
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
I'm just a puppet,
in your show...
Pull my strings,
and lets go...
I can say,
the things u wanta hear...
I can say,
hey lets play...
I can be your smile,
I can be ur laugh...
But we will always know,
that im the one in control..
I set the tone,
and u set the mood...
Is it the things we do...
Or is it because i love u...
Termoil and comotion,
what's the right potion...
Love or hate,
what makes it great...
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
A SERCHING SOUL...
How do I move forward, when I was told always to take a step back?
How do I break free, when my only view is through the crack...with in the walls?
How do I remain composed, when my minds racing on fast forward?
How do I relax within a crowd, that makes me feel so awkward?
How do I spread my wings, from within my dreams that set me free?
How do I find solice, when termoil calls for me?
How do I climb out again, from this hell that is my mind?
How do I find self peace, as my heart is pure and kind?
How can polar opposites, both live comfortably within me?
How can I douse hells fire, and set the devil free?
How can I protect others, when its a daily struggle to protect myself?
How do I keep this relevant, not left upon the shelf?
How can I quieten the voices, that lay within my mind?
how can two souls find inner peace, when quarreling within only one?
How do I find strength and power to keep postive scope?
How do I stay tranquil, when I've lost my only hope?
To these questions I cannot answer,for you I am so sorry.
But as you do please take life slow, try not to hurry.
'Cause when you find the answers, lifes usually close to an end.
But alone you are not, find inner peace a friend.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
Who knows when I'll arrive
But
When I do
Don't act surprised
I've spent countless nights
In my head
Coast to coast
Sea to sea
Where the sky changes colors as you please
And the fear of death
Is a figment of imagination
I bask in the essence
Every chance I get
And I've come to realization
That this world of my creation
Exists only while I abandon my inner slave
And truly determine that the wrestling matches
With the monkey on my back
Are not to derail my inhibitions
But to constructively build my path
As a man
And keep me chasing dragons
Not for the joyride
But to feed my hungry soul
With the food my grandmothers
Cooked to stay positive
Amidst termoil
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
nothing causes greater inner termoil
then a friend who pushes our truth further into us
when we finally have the courage to share
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 8:14 AM UTC
Did you read the news someone blew up the stand where the boys and girls band play for the TV crew
They clamoured and shout get the **** out as tears run down their cheeks
And who is gonna prey to Jesus and who is gonna say don't cry today it'll all be okay but you and I know that's a lie
And in our hearts and minds
We watch as crazy people destroy, the ones we love and nobody can save on this day
Blood on the hands of the different man the death dealer of now, who hides behind faith and jokes in our face as we carry the dead to their grave
And so the song fades away
And so we go off and prey
And so we listen and say
Who we gonna trust, who will be the next
And the bombs just keep comming all day
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC