"toleration" poems
.
**We won't be part of
your social pollution,
but will be part of
the solution.**
*We are the confrontation
and the fight,
the declaration
of human rights.*
**We won't appeal to
your expectation
or narrow our minds to
your "education".**
*We are the rebellion,
your red flag of the news,
though toleration
and a merging of views.*
**We will not weaken
under discrimination
or be products of
your degradation.**
*We are the revolution
and the sign,
the liberation
to step out of line.*
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
I’ve summed up the equation for my isolation
It's People who look up, look down, left and right
Desperate for information
We never looked inside for much needed inspiration
Instead,
We lead a life of impulsive behavior mixed with preoccupation for our own reputation
I've lost toleration for the weak minded population
Individual thoughts slowly decay and eventually cut off circulation
Sending thoughts on permanent vacation, worthy of respiration, ideas now suffer suffocation
If this is my "generation"
I’d rather live in hibernation
You can take this as retaliation
I just don’t understand why we seek gratification for having no imagination?
I swear,
It’s like the world around me is nothing more Than telecommunication
Different voices yet the same conversation
Broad interpretation leaves room for destructive **********
Shedding uniqueness for trendy consolidation
**Who the **** do you think you are? a star?**
You're no constellation
You expel no illumination
Your personality is a narrow cultivation of
Seedy corporation,
Media publication,
And lack of moral stabilization
Let me give you clarification
Meditation is my detonation
Put words in your mouth before you die of starvation
We all have a fixation on giving into temptation
Putting ourselves in situations were
Passion is stimulation,
Trust is manipulation and
Love is ***********
Pour out your heartache in perspiration
After *********** we expect a standing ovation
*** is nothing more than sensation*
....are we lost beyond the point of navigation?
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 12:35 AM UTC
They profit on your silence, and foster insanity
To reef your identity, and fade you to normality
Control is an abortion of instinctual fundamentality
They blind us with a bleach of hypocrisy to fade us to their normality
Gather once in number, to support the dismantling
Fate of compassionate and empathetic rationality, is threatened by a lie of social justice in pronouns and prejudice
This is an infection of our political mentality,
to allow other views to be heard only if they align within sheepish bounds of radicality
******* Ideology. What insanity
Can’t let it fester, or our dignity will be the fatality
Disgusting to muzzle those who believe differently
As long as it’s not hate, preach what you practice
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
There’s a bear in there!
“ A bear? Where? Where?”
“In church. See there?”
“Can you see the bear?”
“It’s a fashion trend
With a flirty look.
It’s a magazine
With a gossip hook.
It’s a leading man
With an undead past.
It’s a promise made
That doesn’t last.
It’s a lazy trend
That wastes the time,
And doesn’t relate
To the heart sublime.”
“I always said that
We musn’t judge.”
“But we must discern,
Maybe give a nudge.”
“But the Scripture says
Take the beam out first.”
“That’s exactly right,
And so we must -
But then we durst
Turn a sinner back,
Save a soul from death
For His great love’s sake.
Our lampstand must
Remain in place.
Sexuality
May not ******
Toleration and
Compromise
Bring death. Not there the
White stone lies.
Comfort Gospel
(Jezebel’s whim
And society’s ease )
Is a preacher’s sin.
Earthly treasure will
Close the eye so
The Light is dim
Where many go.”
“But Jesus promised
His healing hand,
Great plans for our future
We understand.”
“You’re right, He did
But the problem is
It’s not in the carnal
His purpose lies.
It’s in character building
Through struggle ,pain
And sacrifice
Again and again,
Until His children
Can submit
To his greater plan
In a perfect fit.
Until they can get
A handle on
His vision for Life
And eternity strong.
Will you go there?
With determined tread
And a single mind
His purpose read?
Will you open your page
In His blueprint plan
And download a copy
To your hard drive, (wo) Man?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
I'm not sure you understand
Just exactly how I work
I'm not normal
But then, who is?
So let's put formality aside
Have at me, uncertified surgeon!
Let your knives peel back my skin!
Use your blades to cut the organs
So you'll see the stuff within
In my heart is the place where I keep the love
Protected from fiends who like vultures above
Wouldst dare to steal my sacred store
That will deplete forevermore
My liver is a strange one, and yet
You'd know what goes inside, I'd bet
Therein lies all the things I hate
Filtered from life and made to wait
Inside the liver, oh so dense
To keep the hate from the present tense
To keep it all just locked away
So I can try to be okay
Then in my lungs is icy air
That I breathed in, frozen, from your cold stare
I thought you were jesting your eyes must be wrong
But it turns out you meant it like that one Beatles' song
Because I truly did not realize
As I gazed deep into your eyes
Into the soul that just days before
You swore was mine, threw open doors
Your eyes this time would shut me out
What was this alienation about?
But I guess you just snapped and all loving stopped
You were still sane, but your toleration popped
Which is totally fine and I have no problem knowing
That these fractures and breaks had slowly been growing
But I thought if we tended the garden of love
And forgot all the issues I alluded above
That we'd be fine and could just carrry on
And though I still believed that you went and you're gone
So again, I say unto you, uncertified surgeon!
Cut deep into me and pull out my soul
My heart's been ripped out, why not seal the deal
*Tear out my soul with a smile and a flick
And stitch me back up with the thread of past wrongs
That each day I might look down and see
That what was done was done by me*
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Eros has flown, only philia remains
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
Distance creeps in; the heart is inconsolable
I am drowning in sorrow’s cold grey rain
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Love is diminished, leaving a gaping hole
Deep inside. Our connection slowly wanes
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
I feel I am only playing a role
Toleration fades, leaves only disdain
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Failed actions have taken a painful toll
Slowly dying, overtaken by pain
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
Future uncertain we’ve lost all our goals
This slow erosion lets sorrow’s madness reign
Once we were lovers mind, body, and soul
Sadness takes hold, no longer am I whole
krs
August 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Place the blade against your wrists
Let my metallic lips give you a ****** kiss
Murmur pain and pleasure into your bloodstream
Incisions of my cold stainless steel falsehood
Leaking liquid fabrications of happiness on your skin
Stinging your nerves at the reminder of your failure
Knowing that you will always tolerate it
Just to feel the razor sharp rush of it all
To feel anything at all
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
a teeny tiny
whited-out blank space,
the tenuous boundary that separates,
higher man from untamed beast,
so powerful when respected,
the crowning hallmark of human acclamation
we all do wear by right of birth and breathe
you see it right?
that invisible peaceful white
spatial, tiny yet palatial dot that separates
us from rack and ruin,
the mighty differential pause between
in civility and incivility
come not to preach or harangue,
my counsel kept within the
between beats of a mournful drum,
respectfully and slowly banged
each silent separation a prayerful plea,
the inserted peacekeepers of our spoken words,
employ well those powerful pauses that refresh
the speaker and the listener so well
leave behind your
self-righteous disbelief in others' beliefs,
that morphs into no toleration,
an arrogant surety,
that surely the anal-ytical results of
your thoughtful processes,
inevitability correct and brook no resistance
the shrill strumpets
of either side
confidently worship at no church
but to the false gods
of their own mirrored reflection,
who smiles back approvingly
at those who scream the loudest...
outlaw the outrage of your rage,
come to my white clothed table,
put aside the wrath of overbearing,
represent your disparate conclusions
with harmonious, breathable pauses
to reflect and respect
our distinctive and distinguished differences
no one ever lost a reasoned argument
that began with a considered, well tempered
good morning
*what has this to do with
only love poetry?*
***well, everything...for you must love thy neighbor
as you love yourself***
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
Oh, I'm sure she wouldn't mind being called Nana.
But she preferred, Granny.
She accepted that honor.
She isn't afraid of the tag.
And many grand kids cherish her.
Sure, she has her limits of toleration.
But like your parents.
She assist in raising you.
Some granny runs from the name.
They still trying to hold on to their youthful stage.
Accept many grannies accepts their age.
Yes, she go along with the Nana.
But its granny she loves.
And from her children to her grand children.
She totally loved.
More then parents.
In most cases.
They dangerous when it comes to protecting us.
Don't mess with G.R.A.N.N.Y
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
Dead man laying on the bed
in the morning,
Dead man laying on the bed
half-asleep.
Rest doesn’t mean too much
for the weary;
sometimes struggle lies
in every measure of time ahead.
Countenance comes at a cost,
the clock a ticking meter
adding toleration to the tank;
habituates hooked on routine’s
stinging syringe,
undead shuffling through the mall
howling at their kids,
drains the tank dry,
no water in the well;
if you’re not mind-full
you’re mind-less.
So the body becomes too troubled
by the day ahead,
Corpse pose comes before waking;
it’s sometimes best to stay in bed.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 5:15 AM UTC
I have to wipe
the **** from
the toilet seat
before I sit down
to write this, and
outside the drunks
are drunker than I
remember.
They slur their nothingness
so that once again
I sense comfort
in an accidental,
quick death
away from it all.
There is no chance
of joining in again;
at the best of times
it is a test
of toleration.
This game is hate
filled envy
for the ignorant.
Their confidence,
quirkiness, complaints
and compliance
are the holes
in my weary armour...
For, the few occassions
when I am truly alone
I am god himself
staring down at the landscape
as if it were bare,
with a face consuming grin
as I write away
their worth
and, with it,
mine.
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 3:30 AM UTC
Why can't I express my rage?
My feelings?
This disbelief of betrayal
to a degree?
I know you don't care,
whenever I talk,
you ignore me.
If you do listen it is
for a short time.
And when I am finished,
there is no answer.
A sarcastic remark,
no answer,
no patience,
and not one ounce
of respect.
Why do I try so hard,
to just get a response,
when even that is near
impossible?
If an answer comes,
it's not helpful,
it's a general solution,
with no real fixes.
But I guess you do this
to everyone else?
Because I know that's not true.
There is no genuine kindness
towards me,
I guess you just tolerate me.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
In a clear cosmetic inclination
Of my vast amount of limited intelligence
I resolve what's known to sever the connection to oneness
With my passive excessive alarming calmness
I hide my humanistic conflicts in an unconscious state
In the compression of unreleased hostilities
I combat my unreserved civilities
In a melting *** of unreasonable measures
I find sensibility has lost its pleasure...
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
You can’t stop smoking
I can
You can’t ignore ****
I can
You can’t avoid drinking
I can
You can’t stop shouting
I can
You can’t shut up complaining
I can
You won’t drop that gun
I will
You can’t help silence
I can
You survive with violence
I can’t
Toleration with independence
Seizing opportunities for peace
Let the wire choke your lungs out
Hell in front, war of apes
Animals in the streets, Grodds
Telepathic maniacs attacking blocks
Rappers in the venues spitting fires
On every head spreading contagion
Zombies alike, transformers of Lannesters
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Never before has such a lie been received as the truth
As an I.O.U. that's masked within the words of I love you
For she would not be here without the chivalry of he
And she will show gratitude inside her misery
It happened and it stayed and she said she would correct it
And more time passed 'till she became complacent in her perspective
Until she found herself stuck between a rock and a heartbreak
The man who provided everything in return for a heart to take
He built his world around her with all the wishes finite
Not knowing why his love would stray away throughout the night
And he knew but refused to know, she told but refused to say
And so it carried on in the tediousness of days
And who will learn and who will crack and which side first will cry
Learning secrets and questions that seem to underlie
For love was meant to represent more than a toleration
The knight who saved her from the beasts and guaranteed her incarceration
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
Revolution is led by the young
The battle of oppression is near.
Freedom bells have rung
We've suppressed our fear.
and we die... as you observe and meet
and they die... while you drag your feet
The world watches our blood,
as it flows through the streets.
Politicians clean their hands,
with our defeat.
and we die... while you negotiate peace
and they die... by the hands of our own police
This suffrage for toleration has come too far to unwind.
Seems like a no win situation,
unless you emancipate your mind.
and we die... while you sit and debate
and they die... watching their women *****
The struggle against tyranny will continue,
until our dreams are realized.
My town, your village, whatever the venue,
our liberation musn't be compromised.
and we die... to be honored by the freed
and we've died... martyrs
our last breath singing nasheed
TG
Summer
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Those happy and the lovely faces
Like brothers we roamed around places
All those good times together we spent
those memories now aren't worth a cent
At least their true faces they showed
The glamorous garden at heart they mowed
So much in my mind for them had I planned
Criticized me, left the blame in my hand
Didn't see the glimpse of how much I cared
All those useless and useful things I shared
Forgave and forgave because I don't mind
A point just came, had to say am not blind
I may have left marks but never the scars
Had I been hurt, still do I see them as stars
'Toleration' is what people lack
Tolerate, wait, take a step back
c. FATeer
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
Isolation.
My loner self's building foundation.
The leading cause of my devastation.
Isolation, the reason of my creation
At least there's relaxation.
Why's there even discrimination.
I stopped all the procrastination
To help with the world in manipulation
I'm driven by self determination
However I'm unnecessary in the formation
I suffer so much accusation
My will to continue is such an admiration
Everyone doing something with aggravation
Their ignorance is such a fascination
Yet I want an explanation,
What's the complication?
Anything you'll accept as compensation?
If you've done some observation
You'll notice my only motivation
Aside from my hate toleration,
What kept me going is my impersonation
Making you think my life's okay
In actual fact I'm in condemnation.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
They say suffering is God's grace
rejoice in pain the helper brings
as a gift to tortured souls
evoking love in misery
woe leading to fortitude
resolute in life’s decline
there’s no place to go but down
patience grasped it’s crushed
this toleration leads the way
stoicism born of pain
disposition springing forth
making claims against what’s lost
building character as the goal
twisted fruit from blood soaked ground
seeking hope beyond the fall
stumbling forward on broken bones
now shame is lost to the void
gift of Spirit that sups on gore
that twisted love now evoked
suffering’s end I’ll not rejoice.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180803.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
encapsulating my face
as i walk down main street
a web that catches butterflies
for me to devour tonight
while everyone is dreaming
the sun exists there all around me
illuminating every separate piece
the grass-blade
the bypasser
the pavement crack
a perfectly pieced puzzle
-i must be the shadow here-
an outlier an oddity
the light spares me today
it will come again when there is less to wonder about
more to know
suppose you find me here
shadow and all
i would say
here is not what you are looking for
you cannot scare this away
and certainly it is not able to be subsumed
resigned toleration is all
but even that is unwanted
pay no mind to the dismality of my sanity
be on your way
stop and smell the pungent odors of the pyrus calleryana
the sky is not flat today
the air, not stifling
make it merry (if you'd like)
there is nothing tragic about synergy
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
We live within the confinements of the five primitive senses,
sitting on those fences of consciousness;
hiding the forbidden senses dancing among us.
Time eternal, infinite space in the mundane days of a cosmic taint.
Religion ridden, catastrophic collision,
there's an access to unseen realms that evade us on a daily basis.
Stand up and take it, third eye peripheral.
We’re all ok, we’ll alright, those that galvanise together, eliminate fear and encapsulate desire.
You don’t want to hear me talk about my conscious state.
I’ve been awake for days,
Months upon end.
You describe me insane, fearful paradigms - you’re lack of toleration in abomination to the spiritual kind.
I can’t find you in those usual hiding places.
Paragliding through those paranoid thoughts.
You cannot define me without the provisions of a higher entity.
Like this,
it doesn’t make sense. You can’t find me without a logical rational mind.
You can’t find me and I can’t even look for you.
You elect to ignore the spiritual,
mankind and human beings being human true.
We humour you.
You think you’re better and thats the start.
Material self divides the divine and leaves it behind, you spineless cowards.
In harmony in the planet as I watch it self destructive.
Those beautiful principles,
I’m disillusioned and lost in the youth of my forbidden adolescence.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
I stand in the middle of my room
Trying to grasp how
I am making known my existence
Because really
What else am I doing?
But my own days
They're just a continual mess of things
That never have any intention of being put straight
So I stand here
Making strange noises
On a Sunday evening
Not out of anger
Or toleration
Or objection
Or joy
But just so I can mark my place in time
Until the next thing happens
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
i love your versatility
you pair as charitably as a free agent
i want your bold bits and knobby
ends on my tongue mid-conversation
i like you soft or solidly
jealous green or dark hibernation
I admire your growth's autonomy
with capacity for toleration
i always cook it sloppily
blinded by the destination
i like to go for quantity
when i'm feeling most impatient
i know that it's an oddity
to get off on steamed inflation
i have considered that possibly
it's just about my own temptation
it's not worth the vagrant comedy
to divulge that hot equation
i'll cycle back to ecology
since i don't want medication
i can believe in botany
and your scents of motivation
i can't explain it audibly
just that it's instant gratification
i'm lucky that gastronomy
is so easy with your engagement
i think your critics are a monstrosity
to the spirit of entertainment
i don't think you need a recipe
you're good fuzzy, chunked or shaven
i'm a hungry wanton holly
firmly stalked in imagination
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
6 days.
Just under six days. I now know that’s how long I can be home without any troubles.
Then the madness begins again, and the poison gets stirred up,
like those granules of sugar at the bottom of your coffee cup.
That perfect cup that ends with the too-sweet, syrupy sip.
Only at home, its never sugar. It’s comments that slice and words that sting.
I know I’m not the only one.
I see shit-loads of holiday mayday.
Family reunions that have never felt any good.
Every family must have one--Asshole.
But how the **** do you deal with them?
Doing what any rational person would do.
We turn to Google.
---there is some really stupid advice out there.
For example: You’re better than them.
“Walk away and they will know that they are not worth your time”.
Well that’s nice, but you can’t just walk away from the woman who birthed you.
Toleration keeps the household turning.
I am capable of treating the “Sick”
Yes--I can ******* vent.
But how is it okay, I live a wonderful life away from home,
and have come back every six months to be poisoned by those I love.
Sorry, I probably forgot to pack patience in my travel-on.
There are only so many times I can remind myself I love you.
There is no getting past your ardor or your diligence at being difficult.
There is no meditation here. There is no silence. There is no peace-
I know--you aren’t willing to change.
But I don’t know how much more I can take...
That’s something I don’t think I want to know, just yet.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
There’s a certain darkness and blue heartbreak,
Ever creeping and crowding the feeling;
Like a perpetual, incessant ache,
Only starting to begin its healing.
Toleration of the black does little,
To invigorate the depressed spirit;
People say, “Peace is really quite simple”,
But rarely have they ever been through it.
And though life can seem like an unfair crime,
Through the emotionally scarring cries,
There’s always one compelling truth sublime:
The diligent sun never fails to rise.
Having hope in healing sunshine ahead,
Can help to dissipate much of the dread.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC