"tiberius" poems
Question on everythingAnswers to nothing
The life of a child is filled with the uncertainties
The loyalty of dog is never questioned
WhyThe price of lifeStill undecided
Or
Could it be the price or happiness
Cheap to some
To other worth their life
The isolation of the world and the selfish desires of the consumers the Demons of the selfless
The red dragon slayed once more by saint George
The red fox once more outfoxed himself
And the red wheelbarrow once more pondered
The silence of spring is not yet know
Yet its warning were simply filibustered
The Constitution of man is on cannabis
And the brain yet free is still bound to earth
What is seen is not believed until the other Senses can agree
We can’t even trust ourselves
The world is full of Thomas’s
But where are the geniuses of sin
In the powers of state
And the archangel of the sinless is a minority
Caste to the chasten life of a three headed god in the temple
Of Zion on the River Tiberius
For the eagle flies in the fog led only by the call of Self indulgence
The root of all evil
Yet the reason for survival
The green frog jumps across the road But what is on the other side
That is the answer to the question
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 10:23 AM UTC
With your eyes so grand and a rose in your hand
On board a mystery ship that I do not understand
When I see the moon rise above the land
I can see your eyes again.
Last night in a dream I met a roman queen
With a mask of gold and blue.
And I could not help but wonder and even kinda ponder
If the roman queen was you.
I never really showed when they laid you to rest
In the stone of early May.
Far passed a dozen trees in mud bending knees
To the gods wishing you would stay.
I once saw an angel with the glow of a lamp
She was lighting up a loansom hall.
And I saw her for awhile running with a smile
Past red lockers in the time of fall.
Today I saw a shield covering a field
Like a dead poets badge of grace.
Upon the ridge I saw this light
Turn radiance from night
And the glow was Samantha's face.
I had heard of her tomb one sad afternoon
It was a cast iron work of art.
Then I heard them close the lid and I ran away and hid
With hot swords drove through my heart.
I see you floating through the heavens passed the stars and the moon with you're hand on a green balloon.
With my eyes up to the sky I can not help but cry
The princess had left too soon.
I saw the crossing guard weeping very hard
Of the pain that was in the ground.
And then I saw him sleeping through the flood that was reaping with sweet spirits and their speaking sound.
I sat down and saw a wolf making his call
To the loved one he could not find.
Oh, beast I hear your sound Tiberius lost the crown
And your trumpet sounds just like mine.
Out of all of these ghosts my brain waves and hopes
For the drifting we all shall do.
And on the other side we look forward for a ride
On a stagecoach that will lead us to you.
When the rain goes away making blue skies from grey
You'll paint colors in the sky.
And we will ****** the color blue and a purple paintbrush too and make life from things that die.
I just hope that you know wherever you may go
That I'll always think of a girl.
There will be flowers all year long and a man who writes a song of a young lady who lit up the world.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
**I said I wasn't going to do this today
but again for the third time you asked for it.**
Ranger Rick you thought that
if you used your Woody account
I wouldn't know that it was you.
You thought wrong.
Yea I **Blocked
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Angelina Lopez or should I say Brandon Nagley, Tommy Jackson, Tiberius Paulk...?
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James or should I say r,woody, tophat, Wilf Sporrat..?
>Wilf Sporrat is a complete wannabe Wolf Spirit<
Jake Muler, Bill Murray and ten others are also fake**
....................
**The things that you are inboxing Wolf's followers,
aren't true.
So Stop.
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Thanks Woody for the Community Guidlines reminder,
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and stay off my page.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
the killers shoot lyrical
koans on the bar delicate,
I amble for a pint of
Dungarvan beer, whatever
the where that means.
There's a sunset here
and a sunrise there,
and lunchtime somewhere
in the middle as the mahogany beneath my elbows reminds
the Romans that I'm unsure
as to whether or not they made
it as far as Ireland.
General Tiberius,
are you awake?
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
On the Western side of the Sea of Galilee
between Tiberias and Capernaum
the apostle of the apostles was born.
O holy myrrh-bearer, Mary from Magdala
the red egg in your hand Tiberius Caesar's debacle
would be of "Speak now or Forever rest in Peace"
* The poem is based on the Paschal eggs' tradition. During a dinner with the emperor Tiberius Caesar, Mary Magdalene was speaking about Christ's Resurrection. Caesar scoffed at her, saying that a man could rise from the dead no more than the egg in her hand could turn red. Immediately, the egg turned red. Because of this, icons of Mary Magdalene sometimes depict her holding a red egg. Also, this is believed to be an explanation for dyeing eggs red at Pascha.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
I was not prepared for this
My position so flawed
Fatally overlooked
I was not prepared for this
My broad bravado
Now enfeebled
By harsh realization
My situation is untenable
The force against me
Is greater than anticipated
I am called Tiberius
I have sold my foe short
I have little doubt
Of that which brings me down
I came here sure of success
I came to make war
To conquer all that is against me
Yet
My head hangs low with defeat
My spirit is weak
My morale in shambles
I am broken
My arms
Once readied for battle
Hang limp at my sides
My hands
Once armed for war
Now empty and weak
I am broken
My eyes
Once alive with passion
No longer leave the ground
The battle is lost on all fronts
I am surrounded by defeat
I watch as the line crumbles
No match
For the force brought against it
I am broken
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Alas fair Barns, draped b'twixt gilded gold,
sat on underground for riches untold.
Defense of the Nation'list he began
While scorning folks faces glazed'n'deadpan;
Fair Barns did muster up afearful roar
He'd told it once, Now he'd tell it once more:
Since the dawn of us, in modest abode
Have suffered missed hours, suffered plans unsowed
These pesky tube drivers, hath goest to
The deep pits of Hades, not yonder blue!
The storm he musterd set Aeneas to flight
As river of Tiberius sowed sweet delight.
The sybilline wisdom he did doth bear
Got him kicked off, without said recompence fare.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Incredulous Female Power
Born for shredding...
Her own offspring First.
Atelier of weavers looms..
Tiberius Rope built of a thousand lies of Hate and Envy
Nothing Like it, So Fantastical its Creation
Tied around the minds of the fury cows that walked inside the caverns of her teachings,
Greek Chorus, Mooing loudly at the spectacular dime of each allegory .. Like a spell was placed..
Each made more dramatic by the hissing that came from under tongue with every Holy Speech
No Woman with any SIGHT allowed
Only boys, for breeding....
And with their mates.. Never
No challenge met or allowed
Loves Imprisonment by the Unsexed One
Lust of Greed
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Season of the Snake
on the mountains of the Moon .
We ride on the wind
like vagabond drifters and are
lovers of inter-dimensional time
☆
Across three civilisations
and tortured dark centuries in
between ,
from the reign of Queen
Hatshepsut
and in the time of Tiberius
Caesar
when Satan himself was
delighted and then deceived .
☆
We saw the Great Plague of Vienna
in the year of our lord 1679 .
Then , slowly moving west
toward Paris and the eighteenth century ,
we would lay dreaming
of hermetic clockwork and love.
☆
But it was back in Old Vienna ,
surrounded by pestilence and
death ,
you became a being of light ,
in the Hospice of the Brothers
of the Holy Trinity ,
A pulsating emerald aurora ,
and I remembered how much I loved you .
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 4:18 AM UTC