"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
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.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
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.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
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.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
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
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
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.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
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!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
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.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
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.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
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.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
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
Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 12:38 AM UTC
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.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC