"urning" poems
B*urning the last of her
to be their only source of light*.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
2014 may not have significance to you
But it is really 1914 in being the clue
It will be the 100th Anniversary of the Greyhound Bus company creation
I felt it would be fitting in the mention
Supposedly May is the month of the celebration
Imagine the hound bus being started in the form of a car
Innovation history that has taken the hound company far
It’s the hound bus existence spanning from a beginning to present
Today the hound still continues to represent
A nation and global citizens that welcomes Greyhound buses everyday
The idea of going my way
The land transportation carrier that helps travelers convey their own passenger portal by-ways
It’s the everlasting journey that stays
The bus hound has weathered many storms
It was the company’s acceleration beyond any norm
The hound’s bus wheels have turned for centuries being its own reels
A moving bus with windows like screens
An adventure in motion in what it seems
Happy Anniversary to the hound and continued more years in staying around
State to state has always been your bound
Give the hound dog a bone
Your stretched out approach you have shown
You have become a passenger’s friend to which we have come to be known
Keep those wheels turning and our inspiration always urning.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Encase me in nature
smother me in leaves
let me flow with the river
hug me a tree
When mother comes calling
greet her embrace
immerse in her wisdom
universal grace
Yet, we exploit her
pillage her soils
feed from her *******
pollute her with spoils
Scarring her beauty
no thought for her care
t urning our backs
ignoring her tears
But a mother enraged
is a sight to behold
you should be afraid
if her love, she withholds
Her temper will fray
her might will unleash
call us to account
there will be no peace
Fire and brimstone
floods and high tides
eruptions and cyclones
oceans, acidified
The nature I love
the universe of dreams
who sung us a future
unravels before me
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
eyesopen
neverstill
Knuckles cracking, urning pills.
thewhite
goodnight
, Just Contemplate!
on such good night i couldnt wait.
to SUpress instict
,
Fears of fate.
It's so **** great
til i eat like 8
Then the next
day's worse
And I can't maintain.
I'd steal a nun's purse just to
not complain.
And
I'm not in
sane
As much as deep in pain.
I'm no citizen tamed,
said I'm siblingless Cain
Quick
&
Thick
the comedown came
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
I was in church Sunday morning
The sun was high in its own urning
The praises ran out loud and strong
I definitely was in church where I belong
There was a Guest Minister from another church
He preached on seeking victory and who to call
What the Preacher spoke, “Walk, Stand, Shout, Talk, Look and Dance”
This meant overcoming struggles in chance
Then following the steps will help you advance
It was a distinction at every stance
The Minister was definitely a Teacher, Lecturer and a child of God
I admired his chosen words
The sentences with the words made my heart swirl
A man of God and yes I have heard
Taking victory to the next level
Putting struggle in a shovel
Advance to awake
It’s the power of victory in the take
Turning struggles into an overcoming stake
Yet stand on your feet
You have gained victory and scored zero on defeat
God has always been the rejoicing treat
To walk and been blessed is a welcomed retreat.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Laying together, wrapped like ivy to a building
I look to your eyes, viewing something withheld
I kiss your lips so they part with the words your eyes hold tight
Quivering with uncertainty, they say... I want you
Lustfully I grab your perfectly curvaceous hips closer
Kiss your enticing lips
Hips undulating in unison
Senses heightening with every breath
Clothes removed as if time was ticking
Urning to feel us together
While I ****** deep, I am captivated by your beauty
Skin so flawless, begging to be caressed
Tattoo like quicksand, pulling me in
Moments of ecstasy, you state felt like forever
Feeling what I had not ever felt
A ****** of which Everest would fall short of
We lay there wearing only what we arrived with into the world
Holding each other like ivy to a building
Basking in amazement of a moment shared
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 4:01 AM UTC
The sands of time sweep on, carrying us forward.
They erode the past, creating new life.
Where there is hopeless nothingness,
forms the seeds of life.
The smiles on peoples faces, hand in hand we walk.
Together happiness, a new feeling.
A good feeling.
There they go, those sands again.
Tearing at the fabric of your reality, battering them to shreds.
Nothing lasts long here, most of it lies in your head.
As a race we move on, as people we dwell.
We choose our pace to walk through our shallow hell.
As we grow older everything changes, we live, we learn and we hurt.
The sands sweep us along again, suddenly we're thrown out of our homes.
Tossed into the chaos of the world, forced to move as one with the hoards.
Day to day, we walk our way.
With the blank nothing, why must we pay.
Love springs into our nothingness world, once more we feel whole.
As happiness pushes us out of our dark role, we begin to remember we have a soul.
We hold our heads up as we walk along, moving through the world on our own.
As we walk our challenges grow harder, the times make us smarter.
We fight through the world, struggling to survive.
The reasons why, There isn't but one.
Time has past, sands eroding the past.
Suddenly the world is brighter, filled with laughter.
Springing forth, urning to learn.
Small feet in the sand, children.
As they grow, you see the trials.
Creating their past like a growing file.
Once more we are pushed forward, the lights are dimming.
You have come to the end of your journey, unsure of what comes next.
You have lived a life, of sadness, hope, pain, love.
But alas, what is to come?
In the blink of an eye you're gone, sands sweeping over you like a dark shadow.
Erasing you from the world.
But you're not completely gone, you live in the minds of those you have touched.
And now, you too, are part of the sand.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
All night he begs
For salvation to come
To feel the warmth of her body
The softness of her lips
He screams and crys
Urning for the feeling of love
To replace this new found hole
Which has left his heart broken
What more must he do
He claws and crys hoping for change
Hoping that this isn't the end
He can't give up
She begins to cry
Wanting him back
Wishing it didn't have to be this way
She works and fights her heart
But she can't win
Her heart knows its what she needs
It knows what they both need
Salvation from each other
For each other
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
Black crow why do you
Sing of fear louder
Than you breathe
The soft embrace of non existence
Is comforting beyond hope
And your hope is
Berried so deep underneath
Scraps of sharp memories
And sweat drenched dirt
That step in the direction of
Unknown makes you fall
Before you feel the ground under
The soles of your tired feet
Why don't you leave, dark bird?
Sitting here perched on the windowsill
Ever so unnoticeably
Glancing at the faces of the living
Urning for something
To remind you of
What you thought yourself to be
With not a grain of sympathy
Abusing only to relate
Quiet, bird, don't spill
The effort don't be like those
Accustomed to play the
Assigned roles
This isn't your tree but you may rest here
And I grew accustomed to
Your quiet noises and loud
Silences
I love silences the most
For the wisdom
Of simply coexisting
In proximity
That is always comparative
Always devastatingly far
And dreadfully close
And if I wanted you to go
All I need is ask you to stay
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Thoughts are disturbing they keep burning
the wheels keep turning my feeling keep urning
why do I battle myself?
why don't I just let it go?
I get so ****** and I want to scream
I want to be mean but I'm a fein
does anyone know what I mean?
I'm a sucker a ************
I'm under cover to hide the freak that I am with one another
a blunder
terrible like the worst thunder
I have discovered
I'm nothing like my mother and
it makes me wonder
am I a hunter?
I could go on forever..tbc...
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
*Do you know what it's like to not be able to look at a sharp object without thinking of the pain it could give you?
To slightly press your nails into your skin when you feel anxious?
Just urning for a blade?
Maybe bleach?
Just something relieving.
I know.
I can't go one day without thinking of the razor.
I feel like my senses are high and ready when I hear scissors cutting paper.
Wonder what they'd be like cutting my skin ..
I don't want this mind you know.
It's just the way I think.
Some may call me crazy or* emo
*But I'm jut Destinee.
Looking for a way to feel something.
Wanting the reminder that I am a human being and I can still feel.
Can't I ..?*
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
What’s the point of love?
You only get hurt in the end
Traumatized and broken
Left to feel unwanted
Begging to understand
What exactly happened
Why you are left alone
Why they chose to hurt you
You fear the loneliness
Yet you also accept it
For it’s the only thing
That won’t leave you
The sorrow and emptiness
Is almost comforting
It surrounds you
Holding onto you tight
Yet at the same time
You feel a urning
A urning of love
But too afraid to grasp
Tossed in an endless torrent
Of back and forth emotions
Wishing with all your heart
Things would have been different
Darkness clouds your heart
You turn away from love
Knowing that in the end
It’s only going to hurt
No matter how much you beg
No matter how much you wish
No matter how much you cry
They don’t see how bad you hurt
They don’t see how much you love
They don’t see how much you want them
How badly you need them to be there
How badly you crave their touch
You dream of the past
Wishing the love was still there
Then remember the pain
And begin to cry again
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
*Drowning in fear
The weak hunger for power
Burdened by their pain and suffering
Lost in a time with no remorse
We live as one
Hate and regression filling our lives
We find ourselves lost in turmoil
Begging to be saved in silence.
Urning for the sweet flavor
Of a rich life untold
A life with love
Passion and grace
Finding oneself sullen
In bitter defeat
Our stolen voices
Silenced by fear
Fear of others
Fear of pain
Fear of sorrow and heartache
We hid ourselves where no one can find us
Helpless we pounder the unknown
Urning for the courage to face our fears
Wishing for a miracle
To unchain us from our binds
Soul in agony and indigenous suffering
Long since lived we face these threats
Broken inside we struggle for freedom
Lost forever in a bitter cold world of hate
Broken the chains fall
Grace filling the air
We gaze upon the sight
And realize we've always been the hero
Always saved ourselves from utter damnation
Lost and confused no longer
Free from the pain and torture
We gaze at the marvel
Of a world born anew
Knowing the pain of the past
Protecting our future from damnation
Sensing the dangers from far beyond
We ready ourselves for the battle once again*
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
*The ebb and flow of movement
In which we measure
We count the ticks of a clock
As it sways throughout history
Fading nevermore as the face gazes onward
In a never ending trance
Transcending the fabric of space
Urning to be denied its existence
Ignoring its pleas we lock it up
Dissect it into smaller parts
Smaller and smaller still
We give these fragments a name.
Days
Months
Years
The list goes on
As time starts to fade
We begin to question
why we did it in the first place
We ask ourselves
Is the measurement of time really worth it?
We focus so much in it that
We ourselves fell into time itself
Losing our immortal selves
We embraced a life of death and pain
And for what?
Just to have ourselves locked away in a cell?
Lost in the confines of which we call. . .
Time. . .*
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
My Grandmother would often sing “By and By”
The words involved would have understand
As a youngster, I began wonder
But when I became an adult, I had wisdom of yonder
Salvation never understood at first
But once Christ became a part of me, the By and By was my own scripture of “Cry through the try”
I have no questions
My statements are my indications
No mystery of By and By
It is an automatic element in giving Christ a try
Many non-believers have many questions of why
But I have a testimony and Christ is the creation of I
It took years to understand my Grandmother’s phrase of By and By
Yet it continues to be the wisdom with assurance and Christ being the influence
My Grandmother had the right idea
The By and By in helping us all too preserver
It’s a matter of taking the fear out and replacing with praise in shout
My Grandmother is in Heaven in her By and By
But her words are saying, “I sit high with thy”
Understanding comes with salvation learning
But when it comes to praise, you must have an urning
Cry through your try, while you are on your praying knees, lift your head up as Christ wants you to step up and your footsteps in where Christ has taken you, and where you will Continue to go forth
By and By, a life of where I am at, and my life full of promise of where I can reflect on that. My faith to believe and how my soul is truly relieved. By and By, My Grandmother and I encouraging all to think on thy.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
It’s again that time of day
To sit staring
At the blank page
That tempts me to resign
Conceed my opinion and drive
To continue this daily stride
But i get over it
And i press the keyes
And write untill im all used up
And hav e no life left to spend
It’s all dread and drudgery
Life is
The highlights only shine so bright
Because there’s n o competition
Around them to outshinte
I can feel myself change
With every steting sun
For each one
Encompasses me in a tidal wave
Im’ urning into somthing,
Someone i am not
Can you sense it too?
Or have you alread y forgotten
That the winter breeze has departed,
And the lihtg push against you
Is my exhale,
Chilling you to your bones
When did I become so cruel?
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC
She was my everything until she said I ment nothing to her
Like a passage in a dream remembered
Being that the best are forgotten and relearned like lessons from our past
She had scared my heart and that will last
Shes a stranger to me now just as she wanted it
Like an old book urning to be read but forbidden to be opened
Lonely thoughts of an emptied heart are all that's left
How sad is it to be broken and not repaired
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
See the reasons they rhyme
Is bcUze their after your dimes
Stocks savings and other earning
Ha urning made from burning turning
You into a victims
Gambling on the tables
That's long been rigged
Peep the gig they gonna dig
Your subconscious
You gotta look at the picture
Instead of just seeing the picture
They invoking a race war
And more most folks
Don't see them pour
Out the stressing
Then claim it as a blessing
Spiritual testing
Much put to rest and
Too hesitant to think but ya blink .to fast
All you catch is a flAsh
Mentalities blare don't care
Imma keep peeping the game
Leave my enemies stained
End their raid and reign
Wants my mouth drop shot to your brain
We all the same cut the flesh
And we'll bleed the same
Color even though we got different mothers
**** the others
I'm telling you the real don't fall trap to the hand that deals
With the index and the middle finger crossed
Its a hoax so there for it's a joke
So how can we endeavor
Peace
If all eyes is on mayweather and mcgregor?
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC