"travesties" poems
I fell in love with a ghost
Upon whose grave I have committed great travesties
She was silent and seemed lost
And my feeble heart could not sustain her futile tragedies
The tragedies of millennia past, gasping in in-articulation
The suffocation of a future already always lost, without observation
I fell in love with loving a ghost
Who saw past my eyes into a formless ocean
Limitlessly there, she sunk and she rose
But alas was not of my wanting nor creation
She who is of minimal infinity
Taught me nought about nothing, nobody
I only recognize that it was her that never wants me
And I who longs achingly to be in her vicinity
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
Tethered feathers sing their long lost songs in solos that were once symphonies
Falling from swan-like wings of a lone angel and floating along a reflecting stream
The misty haze graces both water's surface and the resting angel's skin
Making the glow from her shining halo all the more evident
See as she sits inside the arms of an elderly weeping willow
Fireflies gracing her satin hand as the glow from her skin does billow
The natural string quartet of the crickets under a full moon's glow
A silent moment in a place and time that mortals may never know
Looking upon the star studded sky that is her open field
Flying with the grace of many a dove whose untamed beauty shall not yeild
Yet landing on dirt ridden ground to see whatever it is she may please
Trickling tears coming from your eyes at the sight of such travesties
Oh angel, if feather must fall, then let it, but not one tear from your eye
At this hallowed sight and glorious eve where Heaven and Earth coincide
And if tear must fall into the waters under the arm of the willow tree
May it harden into the whitest of pearls so I might keep it here with me
Let sultry glowing moonlight be your constant company
Filling the darkness and contributing spotlight to your scene
May silver moonlight and silken feather compliment each detail
And pray the moon does not fade away and break this scene, so frail
Dear hallowed breath of the midnight hour, take note of this rare time
So you may utter this instant in this poet's ear and turn it to hallowed rhyme
The instance where an host of Heaven indulged in a glimpse of Earth
And with a tear turned into a pearl showed what our instances are worth
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
I twist and turn,
Suffle in my
Hospital bed.
The drum of
The dextrose drops,
Plays as the background
For my despondent lulluby.
Clickering and clackering;
The white feet
On the frozen
Hospital floor
Feature the vocals
Of the weeping relatives
I do not know.
A chorus
Of morose songs
That bellow
From the valley
Of faded faces
Dulls the senses
Of the patients
In the ICU.
Doctors wearing
White garbs
With darkened eyes
Whisper to each other
Like a cult gathering
With prayers
And curses
On their lips.
They appear
To me
Like snakes
On the tree
Throwing sins
And travesties
To the
Invalid saints.
I, fight fervently
Against sleep.
Although almost
Twenty-four,
Am a child
Again.
A child who
Detests sleep
Like the plague
That took me.
In this hospital bed
I start my vigil;
A pilgrim to zion
Daunted by
The task before him.
Beset on all sides
By treasures
And trinkets
That would
Want him stray.
My eyes serve
As the lamp
To which
My body,
A servant,
Keeps alight.
In wait
For the return
Of the master.
An encounter
To rekindle
The bond
In childhood.
A chance
To decide
Which fashion
It will end.
So eyes,
Stay alight,
For your oil
Will only
Last one night;
Keep the fight.
Despondency
May fill these
Final moments
But at the moment
Of the master's
Return
The chorus
Of faded faces
Will turn into
Choirs of angels
And there;
Sleep.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Baby, If this is a dream don't wake me up,
If this is real, don't let me sleep,
For I've dreamed this moment forever and ever,
Lying in your arms, am finally free.
No longer am i a lost soul,
No more do i feel the burden in my chest,
The weight on my shoulders has been lifted,
and my heart is no longer heavy.
I've walked the rocky roads for a thousand miles,
Never even for a moment that i thought,
I wouldn't come home to you darling,
I knew I would make it and now I belong forever to you.
The years wasted and the tears tasted,
Lost on the path with no road signs,
people left behind, shattered dreams too,
Everything was a travesty without you.
I've been wounded and scarred,
But you kept me going,
And now I've been healed by your touch,
And nothing can take you from me now.
I don't want to look back at the travesties,
Nor do i want to fill my eyes with tears,
Thinking of what I've been through,
For all I ever wanted was to be with you.
Every step that I've took,
Every tear that I've shed,
Every sacrifice that I've made,
All has lead me to you.
The tallest of mountains,
The lowest of Valleys,
The widest of rivers,
Nothing stopped me from getting to you.
And now I lay in your loving arms,
I don't want to be anywhere else,
For I've finally found you,
I've found myself in you.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
Tears rain down endlessly
from the skies, from our eyes
imagine the day God's tears rain down acidic
painful and tainted from centuries of travesties
eroding the wasteland we so artistically painted
with blood, sweat and hatred
casting the Earth in turmoil and oppression
one more great flood, inevitably washing clean
creating fresh canvas with which to paint
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Oh Atlantis where art thou?
Deep within the abyss, far beyond the maze of madness,
bewildered in the wilderness, hungry 40 days.
Hidden from thine eyes are journeys unexplored
where life begins within.
How do I summarize what lies within the mind of your mankind,
being of a kind, man in kind.
Concealed in the center of your mental’s universe,
dictating life’s travesties and endeavors.
Stories unfold, as the ages pass unfolding reality, unraveling the mystery
of the conscious deep inside.
For what hath thou experienced?
And what doth thou have to give?
Wisdom forever disputes thine intellects irregularities.
Forewarning us
of the days to come
embracing the adventures that lie ahead.
Trial dare not stop us
hinder us
or beget us.
We must fight through the mystery of your history
overcoming adversity and demise,
triumphantly striving.
Many uncharted paths lie ahead
therefore unlock your iron gates, which gives us vision.
Bid us to come in.
Release what the pulse knows true.
Breakaway from the pain that has you chained, hiding beneath,
aiding and abetting prophesy,
so that those beyond will see…
Oh Atlantis…Where art thou?
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
Across the savannah carrying guns
and behind them, a poacher swings
he is a warning to others, to not come back
they had brought death and destruction
to those who made Elephant tracks
What was left in the wake of these poachers
were the carcasses of a whole herd
even the young that had little tusk
were hacked to death for fun
these travesties of man these poachers
These brave rangers will hunt them down
bring all their crimes to face justice
for the twenty they slaughtered
just for tusks and feet
****** tusks and feet
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
I too have been brainwashed
by the sweet perfume of flower fields
the rippling whispers upon a serene lake
the jagged mountain cliffs
the smell of untainted desert air
by the purest drinking water
brainwashed not by the power of money
which has ***** such beauty
stealing it away into corrupt corporate pockets
padding your silk lined suits
brainwash yourselves for your own travesties
line your own coffin and gravestones
yet you shall not touch mine
for I wish to die not in your elephant graveyard
of smoke and annihilation
but within my own promise land
that is my planet untouched
by your mark of death, greed and obscenities
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Why do the best things end
before they ever really start
and the travesties of life
never come far enough apart
And that always bitter taste
is never washed away
by Johnnie Walker Red,
Minervois or Chardonnay
Why did the sun that rose each morning
choose one day not show
And leave me here in darkness
with no place left to go
Does this mean its gone forever
never to return
Will I never feel its warmth again
will I never feel its burn
Or like the phoenix from the ashes
will it rise again reborn
Over a freshly woven landscape
no sign of sorrow, fear or scorn
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
Where marinated in our murky past
have we found justification for the travesties we do,
build prisons where our prejudice lasts,
and allow its prisoners to fester as they stew
I have felt this heat.
The flame which boils in the toils of others,
whose oils lick embers into wildfire.
And we fall back into the Dark Ages.
where minds who place burden on those with different skin
slink flicking flint to fire, raising from the earth
the walls we have spent decades taking apart one brick at a time.
one brick at a time,
comment by comment,
each passing moment
condone it.
ignore it.
passivity pays the builders of this monument.
who see no wrecking ***** to stop them.
passivity, fills the pockets of the petty
coin by coin collecting courage to speak
outwardly outrageous
slurred hate speech contagious
barbary amounts its fortress from our silence,
one brick at a time.
I have seen the origins of intolerance,
holding together the cinder blocks of utterance
all the moments we should have said something and didn't.
In my selfish silence I see senselessness slip past my snares.
In my hush I hear hate harrow the ventricles of hearts much weaker
than the speaker.
Loathing left untended like
loose mountain snow
will like an avalanche gain strength
in movement.
To you,
the architects of abhorrence
the creators of execration
I plead: lay down your urban dictionaries.
Know that you lay a foundation
whose structure will build up,
but whose existence will tear down.
To you,
those who watch the construction
and stare in silence sufferance,
know that although no sweat has fallen,
and no aid has been laid by your hand,
That this malicious monument is as much yours
as it is theirs, through your willingness to watch it go up
one brick at a time.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Take a quick glance along this ragged path
Expose your eyes to the travesties
Immerse your soul in indecency
Are you too blind to see
Or too busy to look?
Each step you take
Is another misfortune misinterpreted
As socially acceptable or politically correct
Do you want to keep moving forward
Viciously approaching infinity without proper perception?
Or would you rather
Embark on that same path
Slow down your stride
And make a meaningful mark
Take a few steps back
Take your shoes off
And take a seat
***** your feet
And make the street you walk on
A visible masterpiece
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Suddenly it feels numb
My body restive
My words gone dumb.
Muted grievances against the window pane
Are wiped away as insane.
Something inside, yet miles away
Resonates a perfectly eternal dismay.
Sweet are the tears that embrace,
Coursing down the contours of the loving face.
I ask myself,
“Why can I never write about important things?
About Philosophy, Politics and similar meanderings?”
Reasonable things.
Inklings of promising meanings.
Instead I struggle with my tempestuous heart,
Unimportant to the world, yet the most excruciating art.
The pain and the glory
Is the never-ending selfish story
My childish mind can recall.
Despite all this wondrous melancholy,
I always choose to repeat my folly.
Up and about to write I go,
There’s too much heart material to forego.
I lie under those dry lifeless branches,
Sit, stand or walk around in hunches.
Only the grass understands
Under the skin in innumerable strands
Pain is the only conspicuous poison
Reigning the veins, arteries,
Defining the venison.
I couldn’t look at you much
Since you drank from my cup
Travesties of my past break-up
And chose to inflict it upon me again
To see if our old life
Could be regained.
But nonchalance has a way of defeating you.
It looks odd on you,
Like an unaccustomed parvenu.
Love wrecks your heart like the shivering of an earthquake.
When my insides tear, shrivel and menacingly rake.
You realize that your nonchalance was odd indeed.
I was the friend in need
You fled the deed.
That could have saved me
From depression.
Earthquakes don’t mean any harm.
They simple do their job
And leave destruction in the wake.
Naïve.
Nonchalant.
Dilettante.
They are not exactly wrong.
No culpable intentions.
Only humming a deleterious song.
Yet
We seldom recover when the grounds from below
Shake.
I thought you were the soft breeze, drizzling rain.
But turns out,
You are an earthquake.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
"My father was a sailor
He sailed the seven seas.
He took his ship all over
He traveled as he pleased."
Feel this wind upon my face
Feel the water’s waves
Feel their salty taste.
I’m glad I ain’t lonely
I’m happy I ain’t sad
This anchor is my new friend
Tells me secrets in my head
These chains tell more than stories
These chains tell more than song
These chains have more than metal
Got rust upon their arms.
Sometimes it says it’s angry
Ain’t got no will to live
Above the sea on wooden decks
Ain’t got no skills to give.
Sometimes it wants to go below
Into the deep green sea
It’s worries gone, its troubles lost
Stories buried within.
Got money in my wallet
Got socks oh so neat
Got shoes all nice and polished
All I’m missin is my feet.
I can have all the riches in the world
Can have all the jewels
Can have the whole world at my fingers
But I still cannot have you.
Feel the rocks upon the shore
Feel the way my heart gets sore
Feel the travesties I’ve fought
This ole anchor’s all I got.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
Tears cascade upon the Earth like meteorites
as we lie in the flower fields of India far away
I watch the sun rays play a story across your face
we whisper of past transgressions and travesties done to us
and how time moves slower here when we forget it all
we have waited so long to find this dream we pondered if it were real
we had at last found our way outside the worlds oblivious ways
gazing into each other we see our reflection lying in silence
finally falling to sweet repose as the moonlight draws us within her sweet blanket
no other warmth needed but one another
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Might I partake? I do say I shall help
myself to these delicious treats.
That is, the misfortune of others.
Alas, I cannot hold back in general
for they are addicting. I prey
on the weak for they are
the juiciest. My glands have been
salivating for far too long
and I feel that what little self-control
I have left shall be consumed
by this overwhelming desire
of feasting off others' unhappiness.
True, it is callous of myself to divulge in
such travesties that do not require
my presence, but I ask myself: why not?
It seems only fitting to devour that which brings joy.
Clasping my hands followed by a devious smile,
I shall hunt for these misfortunes, hoping to wither
someone down until they're nothing
more than an empty shell.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I'm drowning in the sea of shattered dreams
I'm stuck in the jungle of darkness
I'm left alone in the valley of fear
I'm climbing up the mountain of insecurities
I'm walking under a cloud of doubts
I'm leaving behind a trail of disappointments
I'm breathing in the air of frustration
I'm staring at the sky of mistakes
I'm marooned in a storm of sorrows
I'm lost in a world of travesties
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:42 PM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
your hands are made of rain.
they are made of
ice
and
clouds
and
sunshine.
your spine is
the bend of a
meandering river.
i can trace the mountains
of your shoulders.
your hair,
the leaves on the trees.
your soul
lies in the dirt beneath my feet
and in the blueness of the sky.
but your eyes
are coal
supplying the
brightest
fire.
they could burn the whole place down.
they wouldn't even have to try.
you could burn it all down.
you want to burn it all down.
don't burn it down.
there's so much of you left to explore,
so much magic
that even you haven't seen.
don't burn it down.
i can see the magic
in the river stones
of your smile.
don't burn it down.
we have enough lies
and travesties of promises.
be the one beauty left
in this vile world.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Oh, polluted-full with noxious skies
Of coal-born ashen rain
For awful earthly travesties
Undone the truth is plain
America, America!
Trump sheds his waste on thee
And rapes thy good
Your motherhood
From sea to oily sea
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
I fiddle with these words
They lie naked on my tongue.
But like a broken man
They just can't seem to run.
I've learned not to force this.
To push this past my lips,
A tragedy worse than my travesties.
I'm still a little faint of heart.
When rain falls it does not smear.
It sticks, and then it drips.
Well these 3 syllables are certainly glued,
But we both still feel a little bruised.
When my lips do decide to spill
These raindrops it has coaxed inside,
Will you know that they fall gracefully, honestly?
They were meant to be taken gently.
A cool breeze should encourage them.
Will they wet your worn skin
Soak into you like a refreshing swim
Will they moisten your heart and not just your limbs?
Or where I see a downpour do you see a spark.
Awaiting a new host, softly lighting the dark.
Growing ever closer to your extended fuse.
When you ignite, will I be consumed?
Does it help, when I state your name.
When I beckon, do I carry you close to sanity?
Or do I hurl you farther,
Over the edge of calamity.
Tell me, When you fall
Will it be like raindrops, or a cliff.
At least, tell me, when you fall
Could you find it in your drenched heart,
Or scorched lungs,
To let me join you?
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Mournfully, I adorned the gilded bench
Bereft of innocence and purity
Warmonger-in-chief for the city
Wistfully succumbing to love’s lament
Suddenly, I was roused from dreaming
In my peculiar, conscious slumber
By the sluggish, haunting thunder
Of a passing tram, obviously scheming
It trudged wearily by my side
Echoing inside my murky cavities
Where I commit my ***** travesties
The remorseful ones that guiltily I hide
It’s with a sigh I feel that macabre touch
For nature did not nurture me this way
To be so unwelcome and unworthy of the day
But I've loved so strong, perhaps too much
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
deep fried kool-aid in a purple Intrepid
the scepter of our Grief; falters
the Orion of our Agonies in the Least-ville of our Nova !
i'm about to outshine !
but before i can condemn my most recent assault
on God's little Plan.... I thought i might Jam the Signal
with a volley of Pretension
in the wane Valleys of the Seldom
and the Orange Jews.
i'm in my hard January and your Carnival, rivals my Fantastic...
you'd rather my dark be sunlit travesties, to Parade before the court of Desire
behind a chain-linked rinse. these snowflakes
are the ones with teeth.
not the ones you meant.
blue whales can hear us Dying, from Here.
And You still Think i love you
the haggard crags of our elliptical wards against a Pleasant Breakfast
the scuttled broth of sour tyranny and Nonsense
you abscond with -
the virtue of our wizardry, aligned with Hostile Invalids
From Beyond !
have i said much ?
have i begun to plunder the tripwire epiphany
of the rogue star from the Unknown ?
I'm in my hard January and the Spring in Winter's failing
is a Crossing.
And a Dread
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Given the choice between your thoughts and voice
Which would you rather have taken?
A man with no voice is deprived of his noise,
While most thoughtless men get forsaken.
Genius thoughts to save the nations,
Tragically lost without communication.
Quietly live, then quietly die,
Not a single truth spoken, nor the whitest of lies.
A thoughtless life, deprived of strife,
For ignorance is bliss they say,
But after all is said and done,
An empty mind will haunt your dying day.
Both these options seem to me,
Great and terrible travesties.
For I must speak the thoughts I think,
To catch you with their gravity.
So next time your mind is a'clutter,
Your thoughts spinning around and around,
If you find valuable words getting wasted,
Or silly sentences falling from your mouth.
Ponder these perilous possibilities,
Be thankful for both words and wisdom,
Your ideas deserve to feel freedoms,
Don't lock them up in your mind like a prison.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
This giant tyrant Moloch, of epic proportions, ******* the life of everybody.
Galaxies crumble before it's feet.
The voice of hopes ****** from lungs, by a machine.
Anti heart/lung decree, fathomed, exonerated by release.
Singing, pleading, saying.
Come now breakdown and you'll cry,
Come now breakdown and you'll cry,
Come now breakdown and you'll cry,
Come now break down, break down.
no, longer the sun, a blacked out cosmos devoid of heat,
filled with sorrows where feeling meet.
A destroyed colossus, of a world, dead to the core,
Destroyed, employed by death and set to gore,
The eyes of saviors, one by one.
Set to resolve the travesties,
On free exploits of dreams,
And of beauty.
So come all ye faithful, joyful, and destructed,
Consumed, detached, disrupted,
And made up to believe, that we all have rights to succeed.
Amputated laced with vines, holding all that's left inside,
Of your minds erased, infused with lies,
Pressures meant to defeat, to defeat.
To defeat the cultivating mind, encapsulated behind closed eyes ****** in by,
The winds of black holes, called leaders,
And social servants guided by light, disguised by heavy eyes.
I hate the tenements.
The ***** consumed in vast amounts,
Vague visions not in pretty eyes,
But tortured ****** up howling nights.
We wont be destroyed, roaches of the earth, a life inside fires pyre,
No in distress, in detest, and duress.
This place must be cursed, but we won't be detained.
We are the dust of the earth, resurrected to destroy.
This souls is excrement.
This souls consumed.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC