"underneith" poems
Lucifer, Lucifer
Black, rotting mind,
How can you live
With the lies that you wind?
Lucifer, Lucifer
You claim to destroy
But need God's permission
For what you deploy.
Black Lily of old,
Wrecker of worlds,
Mover of mountains,
Oil slick pearl,
The whorls on your forehead,
The horns on your head,
The eyes in your hands
As you dress your dead.
You desolate valleys
You eat up the land,
You grind a man's bones
To Sahara sand.
In my eye a beam
In your eye a mote,
The rampant *****
Of a rutting goat.
They grow in your belly
The flies that you spawn,
Maggots in multitudes
10 trillion strong.
Yes, out they spew
Through your spittle and teeth,
The lies propigated
From way underneith.
O, putrid rose,
Who has duplicate skill
To create "beauty"
To dazzle man's will.
But nothing you "make"
Is good on this earth,
No, nothing you "make"
Has any WORTH.
O, blighted star,
Constellation of hate,
Galaxy ghoul
Your strength is FINITE.
Who runs the show,
You aborted SOW?
When all's said and done
To whom will you BOW?
More sooner than late
Your end will come
In the pit ALONE.
With no one to ***
Who'll put you there,
Bound in your chains?
Why! GOD! Of course...
... for Jesus Christ REIGNS.
Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) February 2014
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Come to my friends for a fast repair....
Before I hit the freeway and drive down there !!!
My tire had a big bump ....
So I wanted to put on the spare which had no ****
My friend went to change it and then I see....
Him looking underneith for reasons unbenonst to me.
He said it was leaking a lot of gas and I needed it fixed before it chared my ***
Next day I'm still here waiting for it to get done ...
I need to learn to change a tire so I don't have to go thru this again.... *** it's not fun!
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Look at the many faces of your hero
Do you see them fading?
Once a great idol, but now a pitiful zero
I’m sorry he’s changing.
Picked up the gloves for one last fight
A withering hero underneith the spotlight
Well he walks in with nothing to lose
Walks back out broken and bruised.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
I don't write love poems anymore;
I sleep until noon and eat *** cakes for breakfast
I don't sing love songs anymore;
I cut off all my hair and dyed it a color he told me never to do
I don't read love stories anymore;
I pierced my nose and ate mushrooms underneith the stars
I don't write love notes anymore;
I read my books at diners in the middle of the night and paint just because I can
I live with tenacity and I haven't had a regret since I left
I'm glad I don't write love poems anymore
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
Drunk man walkin down a rainy street,
A wood floor and new socks on your bare feet,
Ya look down and suddenly your lookin up, woops I slipped and fell in love.
Bald tire runnin on an icy road, steep hill underneith a foot of snow, a greased pig fallin off a pick up truck, woops I slipped and fell in love.
I hope that your feelin the way that I feel, its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
An icecube hidin on your kitchen floor, S back step leadin up ta your back door. Now howd I wind up on my ****
Woops i slipped and fell in love. I hope that your feelin the way that i feel its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
i hope that your feelin the way that i feel, its just like flyin but your standin stilk. The birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff. woops i slipped and fell in love. Help ive fallen and cant get up. woops ive slipped and fell in love.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
My mother is the strongest woman I have ever met and she has the purest soul.
My mother has worked in the jail for twenty years: been spit on, swung at, cursed at, abused physically and mentally by inmates and she still works 12 hour shifts at our jail without resistance.
My mother taught me to address a police officer by sir or ma'am.
My mother taught me that respecting your authority is a responsibility.
That any crime is a crime nonetheless
And to never, ever pull a gun on a police officer.
I thought that these things were common sense.
If we really need someone to blame for the supposed injustices carried out by police officers Blame the parents who forgot to teach their children how to act.
As of today multiple police officers have been slaughtered by outlaws desperate to bring the "law" into their own hands
Officer Raphael Ramos, an officer in NYC who had only been on the force for two years was assassinated 5 days before Christmas.
He had two sons, one younger than myself.
I imagined christmas morning,
Did his son wake up and rush down the stairs to see a tree with many gifts underneith without a father to his side?
Who will teach him how to shave?
Who will be there for him after his first broken heart?
Or the first time he gets in trouble?
How miserable of a holiday season this must have been for him.
I imagined my mother
A woman who has spent countless anniversaries, Christmases, and birthdays in the jail.
How many times she missed a concert recital, a football game, just to keep us safe.
I imagined her slaughtered.
I imagined a bullet-wound in her skull and
I wondered what she'd be remembered for...
As a girl scout leader of ten years
As a loving mother
As a wonderful wife
Or a "murderous" police officer.
And cried when I knew it would be the latter.
Some might not agree with the actions taken by a select few police officers.
But justice is not a perfect system.
Rapheal Ramos was murdered for someone else’s crimes.
I'm sure Raphael Ramos’s children can't breathe.
I know I sure can’t.
****** does not justify ******
Especially the ****** of those who have sacrificed all to keep you safe.
That. In itself. Is THE injustice.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC