"unbecome" poems
Looking at the times the way these dimes
Droppin' like flies as time goes by thinkin' why?
They living up to a ** status tryna to be the baddest
But forget that you beautiful the way your are
a shining star that's going dim
Tryna impress them ?
But they ain't seeing yo who do believe in?
Me or next man
Setting the masterplan at hand got ****
She fell to the design that was planned
Insecurities rushing cuffin'
to a disease
Invisible melodies stringing her menality
Wake up and stop following these fakes in society
Cuz they don't care about thee
just another bill ya need to seal and ****
These fakes tryna make fame off of a fake name
Only to end up ashamed
Now the next girl was giving her self to the world
Eyes glistening like a pearl yo it makes me wanna earl
She was lusting each scene for the cream and it seems
She can't break away from the siblings
Aphrodisiac beings
spiritually killing
Her soul outta control to many energies swarming a hole
Thoughts dug deeper than an abyss soon to kiss
A gravesite from having to many one nights
Momentarily she's feels good from.the morning wood
And if I could
Change her views but she stuck in her ways
So I guess the pain is there to stay floating away
Me I'm on cloud nine tryna place my self in unison to the sun
an unbecome a fallin' one
Little lost women lookin' for men
To take in can't amend
Their problems but we all got problems
Can't resolve 'em only evolve 'em above the rim
Word to birdie lookin' for the enemies frenzy
See the past I peeped the scenery since the age of three
a golden taste of the coke and Hennessy
Gave me a second chance to glance into the 9th D
A Time traveler wisdom unraveler I'm the savior
Resurrected from death in the form of a fetus
Baby girl wipe ya tears no need to fear
And compare against these buccaneers
Most close their ears so they can't hear
Ya sighs ...bawlin' no stallin'
let's rise
above all of those fallin'..now say...
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Unbecome everyone’s dreams
Unbecome everyone’s scars
Unbecome everything fake
To be what you truly are.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
Become, and unbecome,
In the altar of love,
Demolish knowledge,
Be a canvas, a sponge,
Let go of need,
Grab hope, for thy beloved,
And thy beloved alone,
Let go of the 'I' and 'you',
Reflect on the non duality,
If you really love,
Do not cheapen the emotion,
Become, and unbecome
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I dream of not being.
of fading, reduced to gratitude
for all that flowed, floated,
glimmered and shone.
then unbecome.
every day a dream.
every night aware of
daybreak unafraid.
we must all awake into
the othernesses
of belonging.
let the last grain of my person
be lifted on a wind so gentle
it carries; holds with
nothing but care,
and know with the last of
what once was heart, that to
love and thank was all I was
supposed to do.
if so, I did very, very well..
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
so you create me
and show me the beauty
of your other creations
then desire fills me
the needs and wants
pain and joy
prayers and pleading
then the lessons of karma
and then back to the dust
did i ask to be created?
or is this a game you play
to **** your boredom
i dont want your grace
your bliss or pity
my only request not a prayer
just uncreate me
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Is it just an image? Just a dream?
Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night.
Need my poor sight dazzling light?
Need my pupils a gentle breath,
To blow away some possible dust
A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth
They claim to observe with full might?
Have I let slip so sudden this world
Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?
Have I foretold a smile full of tears
Or a summer sky turning velvet red?
Which child of earth has seen
The horror I battle day after day?
Which reckless knight or gallant templar
Has reached the law of come what may?
this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.
On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
If wishes were prayer
Saturday, January 28, 2023
12:06 PM
let me go wry or right, let me
be as one you witnessed falling,
and for that breath, believed,
wishes work as wonders do,
with very little help from things
thought truer.
I think of you, reading words I write,
I thrill a little at the intimate point of wedom,
the thoughts I fit to words, and sent into the
other
state, to wait, and wait, and become too tiny
to make any change not made,
at the time, when we touched as words do,
and held the hope that words hold.
Being as an event, we be apart, we be all one.
And we cannot unbecome.
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Inner being, being in me, other than I,
guide me, today.
I am willing to be useful, I do not have an aim,
I hold no hope of fame and recognosis,
I live to become a memory, at best,
and less than a memory, eventually.
I lie if I deny the joy I take from any sign, I see
you, thinking whys atop wherefores and how comes,
sudden otherness
occuring in a wedom framed by grand imaginations,
a new form of governing mankind, a new reason
to be defensive…
earnestly contending for pride of place, top of the pile.
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My Saturday, as all my days are now,
a day of rest,
a day of being after growing old enough, not, too;
but plenty old enough,
to reason with war,
face on face, as if, war
and I were forces of the same sort.
Ideas, grand wads of thought threads, spun
from times last chances,
grabbed with all I have to hold, huggishly,
for comforting knowledge,
I am not alone in wishing prayers were left being,
answered on reception, now, then, left being
alright. Amen.
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It is in the thousands, tens of thousands, even,
Even, everish, same old, same
balanced on the upright,
walking,
past any hope to become one of those, the greats,
not even a billion to one, the odds of me becoming,
by the time I survived, the odds were even worse,
not a chance.
I bet, I said, I bet I won,
my race already run, by now, you know,
the results are pending
review,
and then I died,
and the results were these remaining
lines you take in,
as though you heard me talking, and thought
you might
over hear and know, all the songs of us, are about you.
The most self-centered man I ever met, said
my therapist to me, as I spun dervishly on my point.
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Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC
Do you hear my skin breathing?
My heart beat is dry heaving,
it is so loud, it is drowning me,
and i,
cannot,
breathe.
Except through my skin,
that breathes your fingerprints in,
through my barrier-made flesh.
I think i am quite empty, now.
My head is reservoir, dry,
though sometimes there are a lot of bees,
so i don't have to think...so much.
and there is only quiet darkness,
when i close my eyes,
and unbecome.
-
I wonder what I am becoming,
as i become something for you,
as i, become, a something, for, you.
Turn me around again, and again,
I can smile, for you,
because its much more seemingly right,
and quietly simple,
than to cry.
Though many nights i am defeated by myself,
i stifle the sounds i make,
sandwiched inbetween the karaoke bars,
and late night redezvous of cars.
I can fill the black chasm of my chest,
with the life from the tears in my pillow,
and my hair will hold all my dead dry weight,
my weight of sorrow to feed my shame,
as i am made wrapped up, to be-made for you.
I would willingly drown,
if it meant i could escape this anguish of an island,
where i am not seen,
Invisible
yet touched,
and adored,
where i am not become,
until you unravel me undone.
So here i am,
on my knees,
and i have no way of knowing,
what i have become for you,
But you see a gift,
and you may take me now,
just as i am,
sold as seen.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Dream. Plan. Act.
Motion begets
Motion. Motion begets
Result.
Time also flies when
Standing still.
Dreams unbecome
Quickly.
Act upon plans
Born from dream. No
Step takes you further
Than the first.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Burn the barn with the red wooden doors
Pour gasoline on the warm cedar floors
Your eyes alit against orange smoke skies
You warn me of my own demise
We watch it together, collapse and unbecome
Neither a death nor a beginning and none
A moment witnessed by death and I alone
From the flames, I cast the first stone
I blame death for all done and said
Death reminds me I too will wake dead
So I beg it to leave me to the fire
Plead that it's my time to expire
But death carries me outside once more
Tells me it will soon even the score
Not today nor tomorrow and yet
My heart stopping, a sure-fire bet
Death leaves me to deal with the flames
Find a way to work through the pain
As if heart or home could be rebuilt
As if I could forgive my own guilt
Night after night I sleep under the stars
Watch my old wounds become scars
Slowly I build a new red door and four walls
While listening to death whisper and call
Though I keep living with all these regrets
Waiting for my sun to eventually set
From old barn ashes sprouts emerge
Tiny seedlings through dirt surge
I'll watch poppies and lilies bloom
Keep working by merely light of the moon
Until I'm rebuilt and once again new
Order is brought to what was once askew
And though death seems to always draw near
I decide to abandon my fear
Even in times I'm lonely, sad or asunder
I'll take the rain, and keep the thunder
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
And
I've unbecome hinged
Came from natural
To succumb the raspy
Cry of a leaf
In the night falling
Despairingly
Against wind
Again to crash on bark
Wingless helpless
At fortune's whims;
Crying hymns not heard
Over nature's soft breeze,
Nor the whispers of the
Left behinds nor the tales of
My fellows since gone
Or a bellow not one
Of the infant bud dying,
Just mine, here: t'was not fair mine nor their
Suffering.
And I fell away
Into a sun
That melted my veins into
Dust. And I cried.
To no avail
As we all
Must.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
If I wanted the freedom to
choose.
I think I’d be hard pressed
to get myself undressed
and show my naked body
to you.
That isn’t what I wanted at
all.
Are the scorched earth and trees
that some crazy man sees,
enough to convince of me
a fall?
Lip service makes me feel such a
rush.
Like my hands and my knees
can do much to please,
but **** if it don’t make
me blush.
Savior? Where are you? I’m waiting
NOW!
While science betrays you
and history flays you.
But we keep tipping the sa-
cred cow.
Punishment seems so unbecome-
ing.
If only I’d lived then,
I’d have died for my own sin
and kept you around for
loving.
I mean, holy **** Don’t we need
It.
We’re lost in the forest,
our reason is porous,
and our culture is a
pit.
None of this “living” makes any
sense.
The cards that I’m holding
make me think about folding,
cause already I’ve tried to
repent.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
*why do i keep doing this
to become and unbecome
at the same time
i want to change
yet i want to be the same
i want to go
yet i want to stay
i keep telling myself to do it
but i always find reasons not to
i keep pushing myself to let go
but i find reasons to hold on
i want to be me
but i don't know who i am
i want to change the world
but i'm the one who needs saving
**here i am screaming
without letting myself be heard***
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
We project more than we care to admit,
We lie to ourselves to comfort our fragility.
But you and I can definitely see it,
That to those thoughts, we are guilty.
How does one unbecome?
When you need more than an escape,
You want some stability, but always on the run,
How to change the cycle? the shape?
The vessel shifts, but the essence remains,
The existence of the very idea, etched.
You'd think the 1059 is over; days you're insane,
But the count never stopped, even sketched.
The promise of a rebirth should be comforting,
But it's what's between the rise and fall that's unbearable.
And as we move on and continue walking,
We hope that someday, some things will be stable.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
toward the death trap of religion,
or the life unbecome
in act, whether with the existence
or the non-existence of a god;
justices upon the the
of judaism, equating itself within
atheism...
imagine the matter fathomable
and moveable -
yet uncertain -
or a centrity of the unfathomable,
and the unmoveable;
i tire either side of the argument,
i am simply exhausted minding both
stages with both the cares for actors
staged...
i'm tired...
please reducue wording to
the basics of arithmetics: i.e.
spelling.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC