"venerability" poems
The professions of our leaders are paraded across longitudinal and latitudinal vistas. However, I have to ask: Whatever happened to the possession of that which is professed in our contemporary shell of delusion?
A princess may depart from her Celtic docks in order to sail back to her Anglican roots; and the fabric of high society may display an appealing veneer which covers explicit nakedness in the name of mass psychology.
So, my articulate propagate of conformity, I urge you to don the profound tuxedo at your avoidant desire. But please do not seek for me to enter into the denial of our core identity.
For those who are willing to rock this boat of ludicrous salesmanship, I raise my glass to testicular rectitude which transcends gender stereotypes.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
Nothing is ever time wasted,
just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip button..
It's all about trying new things.
Slowing were briding the gap.
Looping untold tales of blues and jazz into our samples.
The things considered classical.
Instant vintage.
The things we keep hidden in headphones,
The venerability of hype.
It's always about the crowd.
Afraid to digest something different.
This was the first time I met her.
At first I laughed,
Reaction that I faced my own ignorance.
Listening again finding purpose.
Not knowing that we'd come to spend the rest of our lives together.
All three minutes and forty five seconds.
I was dishonest.
Not revealing anything real about myself until I heard it for the first time.
The first time she sung.
Music.
This wasn't an image to be upheld in front of others.
Or the gossip type spread circle to circle.
I was never exposed to this.
Skimming the top layer ready to press next.
Too far caught in the slander that first impressions can give.
History often repeats itself but this wasn't the case.
This was wholeheartedly the epitome of how she effected me.
The rhythm of how she moved.
How she spoke.
Like that I matured almost instantly.
She became my biggest influence.
A two way street that bridged the gap of my own ignorance.
After time I began to leave my headphones on the dresser.
We were amplified.
She'd follow me everywhere just as I'd follow her.
Soon it caught on to the masses.
Each and every thought became a publicist of what she'd recite over and over again.
A parental advisory issued with every cover.
Finding the one became a catalog.
Stumbling back to the first interlude all over again.
The copyright not for sell
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Here, just take a pill and this will all go away they say..
So you're telling me this one pill will fix me?
This one pill can take the pain away?
This one pill will stop the aching, the silent screaming, the emptiness, the worthlessness, the venerability, the ugliness, the nervousness, the anger, the frustration.
This one pill will give my life meaning, fix the world, make me happy, allow me to breathe, give me confidence, make me feel appreciated, dry my tears, and console my mind..
All of this in one pill?
Yes, it should only take a couple of weeks to work
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
I am a collector of hurt souls and sour people
Taking them through themselves
Answering confused looks
Nudging toward harsh truths
Laying out my ***** laundry
Everyone has something
Venerability equaling authenticity
In meeting people who are worth meeting
Showing yourself
hurt to heal,
a trade of sorts
Making deals
But you would not bargen
In the mist of all these people
I fell…
Fell
In
Love
In love with
Making others feel understood
Standing alone, I stood with everyone
They all felt they knew me
Truth is they don’t understand
But you do and we meet each other where I am
You walk me through myself and you through you
Not standing in a sea alone
But standing next to you
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
I just want someone
to hold my hand
guard my heart
keep me safe
and tear me apart
Rip open my heartstrings
scathe my whole mind
be in my heart
and turn me blind
I want a love that makes me whole
but rips me open to
the venerability of a life
where caution is through
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
In this pressing moment I see you
staring into the eyes of a corrupted sheltered soul,
keep your scares close to you because you cant let go
they live with you,and have been inside of you,
its nothing to you,but nothing thinks something of you
smeared mascara mess,in your summer dress
dressed to impress,living no regrets
so rough jaded stone, restrain from being a lover
I can read the book with out even opening the cover
it hasn't taken long for me to discover
the ink may be smeared but the message is clear
another, sheltered corrupted mind,
not sure I can get behind
such beauty with hidden crimes,
and innocent little white lie,
the lines are drawn, and I can see between
but will I cross or stand upon them in the wolfs den
staring into the eyes of the demon
wake up now, you are not dreaming
YOUR world is all you know,
you must step out of the comfort zone
the sinners through the first stone,
who would have know
embrace venerability and live prosperously
staring into expecting closed eyes
knowing they will open in due time
after your virginity, all was a compromise
such beauty with hidden crimes, and innocent little white lie
staring into the eyes of a corrupted sheltered soul,
keep your scares close to you because you cant let go
they live with you,all that has been inside of you
its nothing to you,but nothing thinks something of you
permanently in your skin, the poison sets in
forever remembering the thing that make you die again
they have become the thing that make you thrive to be alive
something you cant see with logical eyes
but only through experience of ignorance
ask questions and make mistakes,even if it leaves a bad taste
we all must learn somehow, and it is never to late
bug eyed rag dolls,burning autumn moon
leaves fall, hues change,they will come back soon
so I see the embers in your eyes, and the vision of you burning
IN MY MIND
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
i have to
recall
that there’s certain pleasure
in being dominated.
the peaceful desire
of being no one
but being everything
to someone.
unknown wise power
the venerability
the -i am-
because -you want me to-
giving the power and knowing somehow that you will be broken
but still
feeling created
as you're being
destroyed
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC