"trecherous" poems
Dear friend,
I searched the world for you
climbed the highest mountain
swam the longest nile
Why were you hiding?
I faced horrific demons
swam through trecherous waves
almost drowning in tears of frustration
Where were you?
I heard you were hurting
felt your heart melting
sensed you were wanting
I'm looking... I'm comming
Then there you were
right beside me
within me
You are me..
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Oh sweet Atlantic,
let me sink to the most deep
for when I am beneath your waves
funny, I find it easier to breathe.
I find my unearthly paradise,
everything is suspended in
exquisite animation, for miles of
everlasting sea.
Sweet child, do you
understand the utmost power
of the tides?
They will take you anywhere and everywhere
with or without your consent in mind.
A wise woman once told me
an old native story,
about paddling your canoe through the
river of life.
There are people,
who try and fight the current
after a short while, they become
too tired to carry on;
thus, they are swept away on whichever
path the water may follow.
There are people,
who simply lay back
and expect the river to take them
wherever they want to go,
they expect, no matter what
it'll guide them home.
But, rivers have a mind of their own
and they are quickly swallowed
by the water as their canoe
shatters on the sharp river rocks.
Then, there are those
who learn to navigate the river
who know when to fight the current
to avoid the most trecherous boulders
and to also know when
the water is taking them on the
journey to love, bliss and nirvana
just around the riverbend.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
fifty years later
you girls wear their old dresses
over sky
blue leggings
lace
and fabric that smells
of lost time
you found them
in stores
with high ceilings
and a sloppily simulated
rustic vibe
you love your
waists tastefully
cinched
and collar bones
concealed
you twirl before
the full length
mirrors and
wish oh how
you wish
you could
have been born
then instead of now
everything
was so much classier!
the women
were a different
kind of beautiful
women
who smoked
in their bathtubs
cardboard hairdos
unraveling
women
elbow deep in
baking
soda and dishsoap
soft secretive
smiles overtaking
their
faces
as they rattled
through the
medicine
cabinet
for a snack
(twice a day)
pregnant again
for
the fourth
time
yet
thin as a rail
somehow
ghosts
in their own
skin
silent but
deadly
crying manically
because of
the smoke
in their eyes
choking gently
on the powder
all over their tight
lovely complexions
dinner ready
at six
sharp as a rusty nail
fantasizing
about what it would be like
to fall in love
with another woman
scuffing their knees
and showing the raw
skin off to all
the young men
with sunlight left over
from childhood still
swimming in their
eyes
or walking home
in the rain
without an umbrella
and having that be ok
slapping their
own faces
at such trecherous
thoughts
obsessing
over how
their mothers did
it with
so much **** grace...
but yes
girls
their clothes
were simply
divine
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
The sun rises over the hills touching everything turning it gold. The dew rises from the cactus as the scorpion rises from it's slumber; surely a sight to behold.
Another day has begun another story is yet to be told. For it has been written so many times it has became a story of old. But today is no different. It is the day the world was sold.
Our protaganist a young man is not carried by the plot. He is not conflicted by his emotions. He needs no changing of his thought. He instead drives the story forward with the unraveling of his soul.
He finds himself pitted between himself and the world. Like a tree that is battered by the wind refusing to fold. He is no ordinary man, he himself has a well defined goal.
Although his expection is not certain he has yet be told that the road ahead is trecherous; it is filled with opstacles and it has many holes.
His plan is to stand his ground and by no amount of money can this man be sold.
If you find this man to be unwilling to change, there is something you must know; this man has been here before.
This man has seen with his eyes just how the story goes.
His countrymen are in turmoil held captive by the idea that a tyrant would have complete power or complete control.
They suffer from hunger for lack of rations. They trust not one another for fear that they may delivered over to the one that is in control. They our desperate for a hero
But little do they know that one of them would spark a fire that would trigger a movement that no authority on earth could slow.
Rumors of his valor would spread across the land. Surely this is he that would take the stand. All to soon would the time be that a man would rise to power. That there would be a new king in the land. One who could break the powers and fairly distrabute the wealth by the turning of his hand.
The people were filled with hope while the weak could barely stand.
His movement grew in numbers his trust would cascade in the enemies betrayal amongst themselves. Even the powerful tyrant's minions would show support for this man.
The moment was here so fast as if it were controlled opposition. Now it was time for the peoples voice to be heard. It was time they take a position.
Put they're trust in man or support the opposition.
As you would guess the choice was all so easy, so many would say. Little did they know that would be when they gave what little they had left away.
Plunged into chaos for the people had been betrayed. This man was not they're hero. He was the embodiement of they're willingness to give it all away.
-RSC
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
**RISING SUN RISE UP THE SKY,
BE LIKE A RISING SUN AND BRIGHT IN THE WORLD,
BRIGHT YOUR HEART WITH NEW WISHES,
WAKE UP FROM YOUR DEEDS,
WAKE UP FROM YOUR SINS,
WAKE UP FROM YOUR OLD ROUTINE,
BREAK UP YOUR BAD HABITS,
BREAK UP YOUR WEAK MINDS,
BREAK UP YOUR EVIL THOUGHTS,
DRY UP YOUR CHEATING SKILLS,
DRY UP YOUR BETRAYING HABITS,
DRY UP YOUR TRECHEROUS MIND,
DRY UP YOUR HATING SKILLS.**
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
"Remember how the naked soul
Comes to language and at once knows
Loss and distance and believing"
Note excerpt: W.S Merwin
Finally free to converge and confess,
The Love I digress to take or leave,
In my own way and form I think,
For today was lost sadly to a planet,
Eating trecherous meals,
Lonely nights awake fighting,
Illicit mentions,
Forms of being so lost to idea's and
Trusts so real it will cost everything,
Ideas and decisions left untraceable
For I am a cold thought of you,
Before you were as I was
Lost and afraid
We may come to love knowledge our knowledge more than the thing known
Theologia Germanica
From C.S Lewis Weight of Glory
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Theres a wind
present in each
of our lives..
The calmest breeze
can blow people
right into our path,
and a trecherous one
can whisk people away
in an instant.
We're all just
leaves in the Fall,
and only the
wind
knows all.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
That dark night I realized,
Thou art vampire
Piercing Thy long sharp teeth into my heart ,
Thou hath fed on my love
Draining me right from my heart
Now that I have no love left...
I beseech thou to set my heart free from Thy trecherous darkness ...
I'm scared not of love but of vampires disguised As innocent person..
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
** WHERE IS JUSTICE AND PEACE IN WORLD ,
CHEATING , BETRAYING AND ***** POLITICS ARE TOP PRIORITY OF HUMAN MINDS,
WHERE IS LOVE AND FAITH GONE FROM MARRIED COUPLES ,LOVER'S AND FROM THE WORLD GONE ,
HATE, CUNNING MINDS AND TRECHEROUS THOUGHTS & MIND
TAKE PLACE IN HUMAN LIFE AND NEEDS.
WHEN WILL WE RECOVER FROM OUR OWN EVIL WAYS,
WHEN HUMANITY WILL COMPLETELY LOST THEIR WAYS AND DIRECTIONS.
HUMANS ALWAYS TRY TO REPEAT THEIR MISTAKE AND SINS EVERY DAY.**
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
**You make me Feel Proud,
Proud sometimes make us proud,and sometimes make us shameful sinner,
Live life without proud,
Take beloved ones care without proud,
Rise up in life with unconditional love and faith,
Do not demoralised other in your proud,
Be simple and sober in your life,
Stay away from proudyness ,trecherous minds and sinners,
Never forget yourself in deep proud,
Proud makes you away from your loved ones,
Mind it and stay away from it.**
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
cherish those people you meet
that come and go
like rivers meeting rocks.
rocks may change courses of rivers
which channel and push the river
through its trecherous surface
thank them for their guidance
as the river rapidly races
through the course set before them.
but do not forget
the smooth
calm
soft
rocks
supporting the river
quietly absorbing and listening
to the babbling brook above
may the river pass over these rocks,
gently shaping the rocks
softly whispering
thank you
as the river runs it course
think of the kindness that rocks pass to river
for with no rocks to lead water
water would be
still
quiet
motionless
but even in stillness there is beauty.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
What ails you, o youthful soul ?
An indelible writ, some trecherous dole?
The delusion, that is fate's generous design;
Or, some disowned yearning, you repine?
There, in the depths of the unseen
Athwart the moist groves, lush and green
With mirth flows the meandering brook,
Glistening with myriad shades, forbear, look ...
Here is an ethereal solace bestowed,
Unbreached by woes, is this tranquill abode.
In this serene woods, unspoken and kind
Abounds, what you desperately seek to find;
A moment's succor, a touch of the divine...
And what grieves you, frail, senescent being
The gloomy dusk, past the bountiful spring?
Mayhaps, the meagre share of ill-spent time,
Some futile persuits, worth not a dime...
There in the glades, the pansies bloom,
Gleeful, sans a hint of imminent doom,
Come summer; when spring shall fade
Those gay petals shall wither, ashen and dead
And yet they bloom, though death is nigh
The unassailable fate; do they ruefully deny?
The wherefores of being, who can wholly discern?
Well, dust we were and to dust shall turn...
In earth and clay shall our being, to eternity sublime.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
On a cold foggy morning in the ****** dunes some leagues from my home I rode down a path unknown.
The trecherous sand pulled the wheels of my bicycle down into the earth, deterring me from completing the upward climb towards the top of the promising dune.
With my feet in the sand and besieged by fog, I surveyed my surroundings and found that I was completely alone.
Weakened by the arduous journey through the dunes and unable to cycle, I pushed the bicycle aside and dropped on my knees to face the sand.
Alone and halfway up an unrelenting dune, I was overcome by a sobering reality that shook me to my core; the elements care not for our humanly struggles and, with no warning nor a shred of notice, could, and likely will, decimate us.
With renewed strength and strong will to conquer the dune I picked my bicycle up from the sand and pushed upwards.
As I scaled the dune and finally reached the top, I gazed upon my surroundings panoramically, realizing the alarming yet beautiful reality; Though alone in parts unknown, I was surrounded by nature that embraced me and showed me its true beauty as reward for overcoming its many challenges.
With sand at my feet and fog all around, I no longer felt alone. I had myself and nature to keep me company, and that is all I needed.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC