"theived" poems
Hope is inside
Thus denied us the virus
A plague of one
A parasite with a gun
Loyalty to none
Infectious
Select us
Vaccinate
What you cant create
When originality died
You locked the contagion inside
You lied and theived
Cheated and deceived
Put down the old and lame
Children starving an maimed
Humane
Insane
A claim to the throne
Your god cant condone
To leave your pension alone
So when the day ends and they win
Your blood holds the contagion
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
No longer news, to hear men die
For powerful bastard's battle-cry.
Where are the people who ask "why?"
Among the many who simply sigh.
Not at all fair, to beg world's change.
While not accepting our puny range.
We may be people, but we are strange.
To wish to give nothing in exchange.
No right at all in giving ears
To men who've theived us all these years.
Powers and businesses have their cheers
Unminding the abandoned and the queers.
Nonsense, our nature to tolerate lies
Just beautiful to fool ignorant eyes.
How cruel must it be for reality's spies
To expose ugly truth all men despise.
Not theirs to solve, but whoever is next,
To make things right, to check from X.
But youth today, they delve in ***
(not kidding, not jesting, not even a vex)
Not that we are doomed, this say I
As I watch my world blunder by.
With these mere words, maybe I'd try.
To reach out, maybe. I can't just sigh.
Never will I feel so great,
To live on a planet thriving on hate.
Economies failing, having no rate?
Someday nothing will be on men's plate.
Nothing but war, and negative
Aspects and things on which to live.
What is there to blame? Admistrative,
Judicial branch or Executive?
***** humanity, we'll all lose faith.
Right now I see the future's wraith.
This wound we can no longer swathe,
A filth we can no longer bathe.
No one can move, I change my mind.
Even my own hopes I can't find.
Show to the deaf and yell to the blind!
We are all part of an ill-starred grind.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
what kind of movement was it?
that brought the head to the knees
a curled spiraling whimper
unhitched to the winds round the room?
what kind of act,
blue through and through
could topple such bonds that were deeper?
what were the thoughts
that built up like bricks
due each meiotic mutation?
what brute could so brash
dried out heavy headed
to full careless crush
the gentlest swath
her two hands ?
where went the time
day by day through each slot
like coins I collected
each morning each night,
pearl afternoons
the glint off your brow,
the stoop of your chest the
scoop of your back-blades,
more leaves of memory
now slipped out by the breeze through my mind with a cry,
theived hollow,
out the window and gone
where now is the murmur of glow
with thunder softened out through the trees
electrons spinning the push of your atoms to mine
where now the wordlessness,
you with me?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
A Crow theived him of his blood
And in return he haunted her,
her ghost
And when madness and contempt
Became stained by passion and pale flesh
He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs
will be their d o w n f a l l
[But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
I am Guilty
I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.
Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.
I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence
Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
I am Guilty
I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.
Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.
I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence
Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
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By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC