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"unrecognizably" poems
Generations pass as autonomy eludes us denying us the opportunity to reach for liberality. Indifference, being a predecessor, digs shallow graves in so many ways, Watching heritage that once was become something uncanny, Unrecognizably lingering; lifeless. Racial force fields, forces fields of incarcerated thoughts to take root, Keeping us from seeing beyond ourselves, and The barriers built to keep those out, only keep us, from letting us, to allow others in, and trust is placed on trial, looking at a life sentence of death, unaware of its opportunity to freely avail or elude it’s predicament. If only it would appeal to the counsel of the majority. Stubbornness sometimes refuses to embrace what we know needs to be confronted in order to bring about change, unifying an outside world where life is not always fair and those around us calculate thoughts to hinder our progression. We live in a place of democracy and disdain where street corner pharmaceuticals ****** the weary, where adolescent girls are forced to become teenage mothers or prostitutes, where empty baseball diamonds and dugouts are replaced by thick scaling barb wired walls and gray barred cells, where young men and women trade their age multiplied for the number they will where in a system for life, and where the sound of a crying disappointed child is exchanged for anger and abuse, in the absence of a father or mother figure, figuratively disfigured and lost in translation; an abandonment of generations past. Who will lead and guide us? Who will plead and advocate on our behalf? Who will stand in the gap? Who will lead us past the captive mind to captivate hearts? Who will provide the keys to unlock and break us free? Free from the broken barriers that divide us? ~
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dividing Barriers
Generations pass as autonomy eludes us denying us the opportunity to reach for liberality. Indifference, being a predecessor, digs shallow graves in so many ways, Watching heritage that once was become something uncanny, Unrecognizably lingering; lifeless. Racial force fields, forces fields of incarcerated thoughts to take root, Keeping us from seeing beyond ourselves, and The barriers built to keep those out, only keep us, from letting us, to allow others in, and trust is placed on trial, looking at a life sentence of death, unaware of its opportunity to freely avail or elude it’s predicament. If only it would appeal to the counsel of the majority. Stubbornness sometimes refuses to embrace what we know needs to be confronted in order to bring about change, unifying an outside world where life is not always fair and those around us calculate thoughts to hinder our progression. We live in a place of democracy and disdain where street corner pharmaceuticals ****** the weary, where adolescent girls are forced to become teenage mothers or prostitutes, where empty baseball diamonds and dugouts are replaced by thick scaling barb wired walls and gray barred cells, where young men and women trade their age multiplied for the number they will where in a system for life, and where the sound of a crying disappointed child is exchanged for anger and abuse, in the absence of a father or mother figure, figuratively disfigured and lost in translation; an abandonment of generations past. Who will lead and guide us? Who will plead and advocate on our behalf? Who will stand in the gap? Who will lead us past the captive mind to captivate hearts? Who will provide the keys to unlock and break us free? Free from the broken barriers that divide us? ~
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I realize now how hard it is to see through the dark stains that have tainted the past. How difficult it is to remember how lifted I felt, how utterly blissful, how completely cared for. The delicate words flowing from your fingertips soothed my soul. Your light filled every crack in my body. You made my glow. You made every daunting task, every mountain I knew I had to climb, seem as easy as lifting a finger. With you, I could've changed the sky. Now, there is dark red pouring over every memory until they've been completely, and unrecognizably distorted. Now, they match my own alteration. I wish I could've kept them the same: unsaturated, and untouched. Before, you kept me safe, warm and loved. Then, you changed. You judged, hurt and broke. Now, you do nothing.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Wax
You wrote me like a book. You made me who I am. Before I met you I was a boy. After you, I was a man. A broken man though, Unrecognizably shattered. Heart ripped from my chest, Then stomped on, and left battered. It's my own fault though. I was a man, but immature. I was blinded by personal problems. When I should have been blinded by your allure. But your heart is more broken. I can tell from when we talk. I can tell every time we texted. And I could tell on our last walk. Trust and kindness is what you sought. And trust and kindness is what I brought. But as we developed. You saw different. Our love was free but became imprisoned. It's still locked up. Serving 25 to life. But if it ever gets out. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Like a Book
The American Flag, though left unfurled, strains against its own pole, curled taut, obscured, unrecognizably meek, blown off course by the very wind it seeks. Wrapped so tight around a pole which promised to let it fly, whole and unhindered, as a sign to all, but has worked against it in this squall. The very freedom it believed to gain has shown only to be false and vain.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
The American Flag
I dreamt of war Of a glassy sea breaking from its bounds Of skies opening with unrestricted flashes of light I dreamt of war Of a world smashed unrecognizably into itself Of continents clashing against one another I dreamt of war I saw life leaving the eyes of thousands I watched dispair and fear engulf the innocent I dreamt of you I witnessed hatred consume your soul I witnessed you lead the slaughter of thousands And I came to know evil I learned of the intimacy of pain I learned of the severity of fights And amongst the war and fighting In the aggression and death I cried for life
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Horrid Dreams
again and again I tripped. the first time my shoelaces had been white, pure from the silt. I noticed a stain from the grime, not bleak to the first glance but I knew my lacs had lost their purity. one more time, a piece of thread unraveled. again, not drastic to perception but it was clear my shoelaces were erupting due to the results of my reckless wanderings. again and again I tripped and by the time I decided to face myself in order to reflect upon my ineptitude, I didn't know who I was or where I had been. I was forced to ponder my shoelaces for what they really were: unrecognizably filthy my shoelaces were now charcoal, fringed and covered by all the them for were their ruined mess muck and dirt I put them through. I wondered if anyone could tell that they were once untainted and unattained or if all they saw of them were their ruined mess. again and again I tripped and I began to wonder if there was any reason to get back up again? I gave all that I could give and the result was anesthetic sentiment and obscene shoelaces.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Promiscuous
frigid, fragile, flustered unrecognizably nervous unsure unrealistic my name? what could it be lover boy Im just her toy play with me? only when it works for you lay me down to charge, you've got a new fascination but where would I like to be? nowhere else but next to thee its inescapable my love for you idiotic, irreversible and irrational yet im your lover boy it comes down to a smile when i spend time with you even if not a while my ***** turn blue lust, trust, i hope you dont ever see me with disgust not sure if i could handle it woah woah who am I ? I'm your lover boy set me free or be with me set me free or be with me leave me be or set me free if you cant bear to be with me
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Lover Boy
I am a gloriously amorphous glob of tidal identity waxing and waning from unrecognizably dissipated thought systems to cohesively recognizable energetic structures. Behold, I am typing words and as I do so I am dismantling the very foundation of my preexisting paradigm because as it is dismantled it is no longer the existing paradigm but even so the existing paradigm is always the existing paradigm in that it is operating currently. Hurrah!! Onward, to where no one has gone before, to where no now has never evered till this very now! To infinity, and before that!
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Untitled
I try to open my eyes But feel an ache as another seam rips down the middle of my heart. Hungover from the tiny white screen I stared at for hours. Investigating your once love-drunk smile. Stumbling to the bathroom, I meet my shower in desperation. Hoping the water running down my chest will act as a threat and fix the ever-widening tear. Instead, I emerge wet to find a foggy reflection. Unrecognizably, I’m beyond repair.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Untitled
I have never felt this complete Nor have I ever felt such dangerous heat Love being made in a backseat. I stare at you staring at me. I realize now twas I who needed to be freed. Make me feel this way until I am old and unrecognizably riddled with crows feet. You are the captivator of my entire being. "Don't stop" is my only plea.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
The Power of Love
I acquired you as an infant from a gentleman who needed parts for a radio he planned to invent. listening to his radio was a long way off. you sat early. you called me mother before I was ready. if I was good, you’d play a videocassette to watch it dream. I looked at stars and you were a toddler. our life was life on other planets until the gentleman returned. he said he’d seen satan in a space suit and that satan had given him signs of ****** abuse. you were not unrecognizably depressed but did start a fire in a photograph.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
the small
father, bless me and press me into the dirt plant me like a seed moon water and honey sanctified like a prayer unrecognizably a son shining
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Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 12:38 AM UTC
carrion
Honor your ancestors, yes? But some take that to extremes. Even going so far As to apply it to themselves, In the physical sense & mental. That being the oldest of them, Instinct & emotion. For to them the mind is wasted, For them the body is nothing. For them the mind is nothing, For to the body of it is wasted. In the sense that they are anymore Man than any other kind of animal, A concept so tiringly clung to. So thoroughly discussed is mankind That its philosophies are disgusting, Unrecognizably distorted. Those in actuality & reality, Cloaked by sick games of telephone. For to honor pridefulness, For to shame modesty. For from pride is derived honor, For from shame is made modest. If by death die the lies, Then execution is the only honesty. Then dying is the truest mercy. For therein, what is just? If in the journey of life We have neglected to have collected That of the mind; If in the path of destiny We have stalled not to have gathered That of the soul: To have connection to nothing, Free from attachment, But not to have been liberated. For three are the siblings. Yet, thee are siblings; How shamefully you treat family, How scornful you are of relatives. Friends? No! Acquaintances? Not! Neighbors? Get lost! What fields you salt With crops you allow rot, Clipping the stems of the spoiled And smashing in the ripened. Countless leaves of these branches.
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Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
As Of Superstition, I Would Welcome Crucifixion