"ultimatly" poems
Feathers Flapping In Frigid Wind,
Wonderfully White--Smooth As Tin,
Lustrous As The Sun On A Sailfish's Fin,
Frantic Thoughts Calmed By A Pure Grin,
The Cold Pushed Away From My Soft Skin,
By All Of Life's Distant Kin
The Dampness Of My Cheeks Dried,
The Grin Still Shining--Ultimatly Bona Fide,
The Tangled Strings Of My Puppet Carefully Untied,
The Waves Of Destiny A Gentle Tide,
Lapping--Healing My Soul's Battered Sides,
The Stars In There Started To Collide,
Creating Flames--Warming All The Chilling Horrors I've Had To Abide
The Spark In My Eyes Fueled By Flapping Wings,
And My Heart Lulled To Peace By A Symphony Of Strings,
So Joyous I Had To Sing,
And Even Though My Scars Still Sting,
They Are Healing From The Kiss Of Angelic Wings,
My World No Longer Ruled--By The Illuminti King
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
How can we reconcile the evil that men do in
These times.
They say that after awhile the human spirit left to it's
Devices will find the path of right and good. That we are
Inherently good.
Maybe. I think .maybe.
Evil is alive and well,
has broken his bonds and lives among us
Turning a would be heaven to a burning hell.
A society is ultimatly juged by the way the very young and old are
Handled in the comings and goings
The ones that have known and the
Just now knowing.that evil is alive and well ensconced.
Babies like your baby and babies like mine
Angels like yours and angels like mine.have
Suffered at the hands of societies ills.
Please when you tuck your children in
Please say a prayer for all.
We are in evils crosshairs each and every one .
Pray for the children the parents and all
And thank our blessings each and every day.
Evil is alive and well . He walks and talks. He smiles and stalks.
Tomorows are not guaranteed.
Evil is alive and well, determined to succeed.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
Do your job....or abdicate
What is good for the goose is........
Fool me once shame on you...fool me twice shame on me..
The truth is liberating.
A lie has no spine... the truth is a biped.
Foolish is a forgiveable.. dishonesty flies in the face of facts.
Ultimatly we are judged by our acts.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Cheeks Flushed From The Cold,
Hot Cocoa Brewing,
Winter Secrets Better Untold,
The Snow Simply Wonderful--Ultimatly Wooing,
A Smile Sown Onto My Winter White Face,
The Only Thing Missing Is A Love's Embrace,
Perfect Snow Angels Litter My Front Yard,
And My Core Heating--Finally Warm,
My Heart No Longer Felling Torn,
Every Little Snowflake Whistling A Tune,
As They Slowly Fall To Make A Dune,
Winter--Oh Winter--What Would I Do Without You?
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Dear corrupt country
Giant of all African countries
International debtors
Global investors
The nation I love so dear
The kid on street you allowed suffer
Hereby presents you a hate offer
Spire Biafra o! You zoo
Britain et tu
That should encourage freedom
The undiscovered Poet you wants dead
For trying restoring a freedom dead
Lives till now and also healthy
Though he is not a bite wealthy
His life he loves so dear
The stone you cared not for
Others seek for
That little boy you rejected
You he have ultimatly rejected
For of no good are you to him
Shame is mine being your child
I quite being your ward
If I am
And I shout it loud as an alarm
To the human right restrictioner
Stop my breath if you can
For history I know can
Never dream of forgetting me
Nor poems written by me
For one or two must stand
Dear corrupt country
I quite being your ward
If I am.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
I know I am not in love with her.
But sometimes I feel compelled to say the latter.
Sometimes I feel pressure to choose,
when I ultimatly know for certain
how I feel and how she feels
its just the needy thing inside me
this heart that wants
and mind that lies for it to get
for it to be falsely satisfied
but why
why mess around with such a thing
why make me so so so obsessed with her?
not dangerously so
yet still
still
I need to talk to her
I must
I need to hear her voice
to calm me down
romance does not need to play the part
romance does not need to paint our story
i crave it and seek it in the wrong places
i wonder how long
how much longer
will I be able to hold back
love me
love me precious fox.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC