"wiling" poems
Wiling away someone else's
restless hours as they serve you
your elegant cafe au lait
you're flicking through newspapers
or maybe waiting for a friend
or a lover
or maybe contemplating
your next masterpiece
scribbling or drawing
on a folded napkin
or in a notebook
& watching someone
get out slowly out of a taxi
as someone rides by on a bike
& the first umbrella goes up
& it starts to rain
& the music is jazz
or blues & you're
dreaming of something
just people watching
& the hours pass
by almost invisibly
as if afraid to disturb
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
When you are born you must:
learn to crawl,
learn to walk,
and learn to talk.
You grow up and go to school to:
learn math,
learn english,
and learn science.
Graduate.
Choose your major.
Learn medicine,
learn computers,
maybe learn to teach.
But you are you?
Your morals and values?
What do you really know?
Brought up by a cruel society
that is fueled by the desire to make us bright.
But what are the things that haunt your dreams at night?
How much are you wiling to give
without anything to take?
Who do you live for
when you have no money to make?
Wake up now,
go and brush your teeth.
Go to a job you hate.
Rinse and repeat.
Live for you, not anyone else.
Learn for you, before you lose yourself.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
Wave
after wave
Of chilly fresh air
Washes over me,
Slathering me
Smothering me
In your intoxicating natural perfume,
Wafting in from the door you just waltzed through.
Confident,
Assured,
You silently entice me;
Quietly luring me into the spider's web
To devour me mercilessly ,
A wiling sacrifice to the hedonist gods.
Wrapped in your firm embrace,
I melt,
Overcome with the sensations of ecstasy and elation,
As your warm fingers wind through my hair,
Pulling -
tugging-
Bending me to the passions of the moment,
Where I exhale my simple reality,
And sink deeper into the fantasy that you lend me;
A dark and sumptuous world
Full
Of bare skin glistening in moonlight-
Writhing,
And shining
In our our titanic efforts to go to new places,
To attain new highs.
Melding-
We drink in the sultry air
As if it were the wine of the heavens,
Each breath,
a prayer to a distant god
Each sigh,
an escaping gasp of praise to the distant stars,
Bestowing their blessing upon our arching forms.
A place of exquisite torture
Where we waver in wanton abandon,
Unaware of
And without care for
the fleeting worlds around us.
We exist,
In bliss,
In utter ecstatic pleasure,
Making monuments meant to be remembered
And worshipped;
And as our sweet comedown lays us prone,
Gasping
Struggling to make sense of the sensual chaos
That just ensued
With blank minds that threaten to shut down all together
My fingers hold yours,
Locked in
And intertwined with a strong link-
Like a life raft
To carry me over
these waves of bliss.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
The struggle is real
So I've been told
The homie told me yesterday
Licks had to be made
eating with our enemies
sleeping with the Devil
But, Expect them not to be evil
Broke ***** on the strip
Gay Brothas Suckin ****
**** ***** licking *****
***** is you really gay
Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid
Now tell me aint that some ****
Everybody wanna be sucka free
so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty
the dog nighas Got flex game see
Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up
Smoking loud in big crowds
Crazy girls and wild ******
Broke ******* styling and profiling
Living in hotels and wiling
For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
One thing I'll delight.
Poetry is challenge
Made constant.
unnerving unwordy
pilfering deposits
on surety.
there is forever an
unfound to unveil.
But only if/when
Fright is kept inside you
whilst writing or wiling
In every day.
Not fright meaning scares
Or terror mined despair.
In its stead adopt a fealty
To the unknown unknown!
To not knowing what
exactly or even a glancing
What unknown which
We
Just
Don't
Know.
So Seek Servitude
in unsolvable.
Embrace imalleable
Modern mystery.
Absolved of any certainty
completes an unintended
Courtesy.
Our lack
of knowledge
is the only solid
Peace of Knowledge
we can grasp.
To (not really) quote Biggie Smalls
you don't know what's unknown
It's a Mitzvah this thing
Our one our only blessing
Because truly this
is what compels
And Coerces
A need to create.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
My Secret Garden
Its the way he threatens to close his soul,
or the way he rolls over holes covering a seed that can't grow..
Making sure you're the last to ever know
how far his addiction would be wiling to go
intertwining her fingers in a heart turned to stone
she turns to the Earth to have something to hold..
As the Earth captures her embrace,
she is over come with faith,
discovering a new world,
that shes allowed to create
tell me...
Do you believe in fate?
When friendship meets love and
somethings finally enough
will you let go of that grudge
or completely give up?
As she makes her way through each passing day.
she plants her seeds in the wounds that bleed,
reveling herself in guilty dreams
neglecting her heart for their greater need
complicating the plan seems a sure defeat
the only thing she keeps track of are her two attached feet..
Forgetting conversations that held no depth
she fell into a trap as she readily lept
into fleeting hands disguised as safety nets
her heart detached as her body slept
Misunderstood from the fall,
they thought she lost all control
she refused to conform
and meant no harm
heard underlying judgments
so she covered the scars
she's captivated by the stagnant stars
believing in a world bigger then ours
if seeing is believing, she was staring at mars
more tangible then ever,
she now understood
this life was not theirs
but an unwritten book
possibilities were endless
for a conclusion of sorts
theories are offered
but not relevant in court
she waits for those seeds to expose a new growth
praying it gives them a small dose of hope
because nurturing something piece by piece
seems the responsible solution for a world in need
ONE LOVE is the life I'll breed
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 6:05 AM UTC
one word. one thing
shows up on my face.
everybody knows it is a
keepsake:
*keep away from me today,
for fks sake!*
certain peculiarmornings
wake with a cross on forehead.
days when you certain,
everything worth saying
has been written, sung,
not a **** thing left to
contribute, except whining.
no way to purge, the compulsion
welling up, coursing down.
this overwhelms, my outlet store,
permanent closed, sign says
don’t ya know it’s a recession.
a one man recession.
no government intervention
gonna come my way.
the notion that I’ll never just
once more, feel the thrill of a
first love, a new born progeny,
woman, baby, poem, no diff,
wrecks me badly, worried sun consults
my animal friends, what’s to be done?
knowing the answer to my curse is,
not one wiling to courage to curettage
the lining of my decrepitude,
the end then, of no more next time.
though there is a first here. ever.
first time, every stanza writ,
closed off, finally ended, with a flourish,
a puncture of a period.
~~~~~~~~
postscript:
the closing scheduled for now,
have to change the name, says York,
it’s the common law, I’m legal bound,
gonna sign the documents as
no more love poetry.
919am Wed Jul 22 2020
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
It's at 10:30.
10:30 when I realize who I really am.
I realized how hard I try to make everyone like me.
How hard I try to fit in.
How hard I try to be this loud obnoxious girl, with this big boastful bad attitude.
Is that me?
I don't really know.
It was about 10:14.
10:14 when I realized what someone I trusted with my most confined thoughts and feelings
Thought about me.
Annoying.
Super.
Annoying.
Am I?
The problem.
The problem is that I do not know who I am.
There for I am not sure how to fix it.
I do not know how to guide myself into the right.
Why not?
Why can't I stay happy?
What happens in my mind?
Does something break? Or snap?
And then reform.
Then break or snap again?
What is it?
Why?
What do I keep letting hold me back?
Why am I so lost?
Who is wiling to answer these questions?
I want to scream into the wind.
I want the wind to pick me up and carry me away into abyss.
No one will find me.
I can be alone with my thoughts and my words.
I can write all the colors in the sky.
When I write about happy things. I am happy.
I can feel it.
But how do I get myself to do it when all the floods my mind is upset words.
I cannot swim in this any longer.
I can feel myself drowning.
But I know that I will save myself at the last second.
Because that is what I was made to do.
Save.
From all the harsh and cruel things that life is.
From myself.
10:38.
10:38 I realized how jumbled and confused all of this is.
Just like my life.
Everything is a mess.
10:39.
10:39.
Save me from this mess.
Carry me home.
I am tired.
I am so tired.
10:39
Just let me be alright.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
I'm sorry for being me
I thought we connect idealistically
I thought you will act differently ,
But apparently,
You don't see what I see.
I'm sorry for letting you be,
To not be able see who you are to me
To think that I will act cowardly,
And to see me as ordinary.
All I am looking for is tranquility,
Unfortunately,
You are trying to achieve spiritually,
But let me tell you blatantly,
You aren't that different from me.
You told me,
You need the sense of security,
And the sense of certainty,
But my darling,
You aren't wiling to dive deeply.
Tying a knot does not provide security,
Nor does it ensure certainty,
I failed as a lover,
Because you didn't realize,
what's reality.
If all I am looking for is just to be *****
I won't come up with all the activity,
I won't be able to make you cry softly,
Or even to share my thoughts to you
genuinely.
The fact that you felt guilty,
To love comfortably,
Believe me,
That hurts me.
So here I am telling you directly,
I couldn't be with you in this journey,
Cause it's a pain for me to see,
You suffer and torture yourself mentally.
I will never be who you want me to be,
Because we were all designed differently,
You said I treated you disrespectfully,
Without realizing my insecurity.
I'll leave for now so that you see,
I am not acting contradictorily,
I am just being me.
But please,
blame it on me.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
Hey there
I know you've not been well
There are things you're not wiling to share
But I'm aware of it all oh so well
I know all your fears
And I know who you hold dear
I know how you hide tears
Behind those little cheers
I know how you break down
Over songs you sung
Because you tend to over think
About what the future will bring
You hide under your blanket
And use it like a huge handkerchief
Crying without taking a sniff
Crying without moving an inch
You indulge in self-pity and self-blame
Put yourself to shame
Whenever you make petty mistakes
Because of being true to your feelings
You always think you're not good enough
To yourself, you've always been tough
You have disappointed them
That's what's in your system
You once believed you can be selfless
But you've been pounded hard by the unrequited
So you became selfish
But still hurting instead
You write poems to express these
Still, you hide them behind figure of speeches
Metaphor after metaphor
Still, you wish someone will notice
How do I know?
Because when you look at me in the mirror
In your smile, I see sorrow
I see everything you didn't want to show
I wish you could let me out
Because you imprisoned me here
I wish to help you out
And try to cast out your fears
Let me out and I'll tell you you're not perfect
However, you are beautifully unique
They cannot always reciprocate, this you can expect
Because they don't have a heart like yours, so to speak
So set me free, the prisoner in your mirror
I fully understand you, I know this will bring you comfort
I have you see that you're an amazing creature
If no one loves you, that's what I'm here for
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
it is for
the sake
of my mother’s
brother
that I
am named.
I know only
the most
insufficient
detail
of his life:
that he drowned.
a kind
great uncle
I imagine
he would’ve been
to my sons.
him regaling to my daughter
stories
of his wild
sister; wiling away in houseless trees.
whenever I hold my breath
my brothers fight.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC
Just be open and honest, transparency is a way forward.
Ego, lies, deception, mind games are just a thing of the past.
Carry your heart on your sleeve, one should express all, how they feel. People might hurt in the beginning but as the time goes by you tend to connect with only like minded people, likely with the one with an open mind and crystal clear heart. Someone who wouldn't be scared to reciprocate the honesty, selflessness, love, respect and trust.
This is the way to filter the odd ones out of your life, its a litmus test
Those who are wiling to be by your side through think and thin, the most difficult times until the end regardless of your past, are the only one's who deserves a fair chance, rest all are just a waste of time.
Remember, if you don't ask you don't get what you need, don't assume others would know what you want, as not many are good at reading minds and hearts.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
I remember when I was a teenager ya know playing sport eating junk food oh yeah
Yes it was fun being a teenager
Being as cool as they come
You see I was a very good worker and I was as fit as well
You see I was a cool teenager
Yes that sounds real cool
We went to see the raiders from Canberra oh yeah
And we waved our flags and yelled out to make sure everyone hears
We celebrated new year at the with some sugar or alcohol
Yes it was fun being a teenager
Yes I was so cool
You see I was in the basketball team and I was very fit
And I was with the bowling team
And at that stage I wasn’t very good but when I got back into it as an adult I became the best I can be
You see it was fun being a teenager you see I was wiling to learn
You see I did bushwalking and I mucked around in school
Getting detentions and ****
I squabbled with another bloke who wanted to show how cool he is but me, being a teenager
I showed him I can be cool too
Yes it was fun being a teenage boy and I had a lot of fun
I had sleepovers with my mates and boy I had a great time
We watched movies ate pizza
Without worrying about our weight and our birthdays we had parties enjoying it yeseree
But it was it was it was fun being a teenager still having fun
Loving life, yeah mate it was fun
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
I am bleeding here, trapped within myself, a message from within myself. Am I the only one that sees it? Am I the only one crying in the dark? Let the sweet deep breath of death flow across my chapped, cracked, and blood soaked skin. Let the wave of peace break over me, hold me deep within myself until I find it. This is my cry to see the light of day. To be kissed by the wind, like silk on my naked back.
It is fear that drives us. Fear that keeps us here. Bound at the elbows, drinking deep, sleeping dark. We are fortunate to be so ignorant. Blissfully sleeping, wiling away the days, the nights, each hour a new dream painted for us. The steep climb, the incline, to reap our unfortunate fruit.
I would let the light burn off mourning. Allow the frost to melt away, seeking stars now suspended and unmoving. This timeless place deep inside. Not hollow, crowded with the bodies of my making. The people I am, the faces I have. Open eyed, just as trapped. I have tied myself to tight.
Yet here I am within myself, I can see you there too. Trapped in your own self induced shroud, just as pained. There will be a reunion among us. We will weep the wellspring, tears of joy. If only to see the light of day, to be kissed by the wind, like silk on our naked backs.
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
Don’t you realize your dying to live
Always wiling to receive
Never willing to give
I’ve heard what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger
I believe it made you harder
I can’t take it any longer
You blame me
I blame me too
Closed eyes will never see
What you’ve put me through
You tore out my heart put it in my hands
Told me I’d never make it
I wasn’t part of your plan
You left me standing here in the rain
Now I’m cold and lonely
Full of misery and pain
I blame you
You blame me
I blame me too
Open eyes may never see
What I’ve put myself through
I just couldn't let things be
Now there's nothing I can do
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
I hate you
Stop stealing my focus
I'm trying to fit in
I don't want to be sad anymore
I'm tired
Leave me alone
Why don't you understand
I don't want you here
Hell I never did in the first place
You came unannounced
You stole my life
And quite frankly I want it back
I'm tired of you claiming who I am
I want to be happy
Let me smile
Go
Go before I try and cut you out again
I want my skin back
Stop wiling me to do this
Stop pushing people out my life
You're not all I have anymore
I'm ready to fight this time
I may have lost the battle
But **** you
I'm winning this war
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm
Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties
Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
I was Red the first time I met Blue
The color that I never knew
Existed
In rays that shine after rain
Making all ill and pain
Go away
And all I want to say
Is I want to know you. And so I did
I met you in a crayon box
Filled with colors
With shades
Of different traits
Spending days
Held by a kid with a smile on his face
Making art
Forming me into a heart
Just to fill it with you
And that’s when I knew I want to be with you
You and I never stopped talking.
Day and night even though we’re both working.
Making ourselves ready
For the kid with new ideas
Maybe,
Thinking of a piece with you and me in it
Because I love it
Every time I see you shine,
When your hue touches mine.
You see you’re like my night lamp
I couldn’t sleep with the thought of you not beside me.
You are a masterpiece used by the kid
To spread your trails on paper
Begging him to stop because I know you won’t last
Forever
Because maybe I just want us to be together
But the kid got new colors
Even more than I expected it to be
As his face shine like sunlight
My mind darkens with the thought of you replacing me
I know I’m only temporary
Losing parts of me I thought I needed
But I’m wiling to give a part of me
Just to make you last an eternity
But I guess you won’t do the same for me
And that’s when I knew,
I can never be with you
But there is a part of you in me that I’ll never gamble
Because it’s the part of you that made me Purple.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
I enjoy our talks when we get to speak.
On a certain subject that interests me.
Love to learn about you and your views.
About life or the surrounding news.
I’m wiling to talk about any subject you choose.
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm
Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties
Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
Do you regret the day we met?
I felt like Queen of the ******
Is that why I got body slammed?
I have not been a *****
I was someone you were wiling to ditch.
Our connection a curse.
My homicide would have been worse.
Your manic state.
A decision to leve too late.
A second chance was fate.
What is left,
Unforgiven hate.
You made a mess.
You caused unneccesary distress.
I need to rest.
That is best.
My patience tested.
A new place nested.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm
Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties
Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Peoples advice of an upside down frown when your down although simple is better than nothing at all
Passion playing ,positioning in places as opposition builds ,back against the rising wall learning self support to not fall
Picking up pieces fitting advice for something scattered , not forgetting it originally had to be broken as in a brawl
Taking in a tickle as a natural reaction helps to build karma for that future vibe,fresh feelings without the eight ball
Universal recognition, giggling baby's bringing down giants ,pole to pole taking on the same role
ooze & awes provide a positive side, building simple smiling who knew it could get beguiling
A little tickle producing a powerful giggle,then that obvious wiggle ,flowing on adding karma to our soul
Ear to ear a description for a grin so devilish some might see it as a sin ,from sadness its appearance could be wiling
Many famous figures having made their impact with a burst of cheer ,forever deep seated not merely a veneer
Smirk as a style not down like a frown, obviously not meant to defile ,gathering glee such an easy way to be
Sending a signal now referred to as a selfie casually contains a twinkle ,keeping the attitude of hope is a positive way to steer
Lifes later lessons of fate and all the weight come about naturally ,joy and jubilance quickly become a way to agree
Cosmopolitan candor without ever making a sound ,language of millions just awaiting a new reason to form a grin
Relating to a pitter patter can be followed with a titter tatter, accepted cackles bring a pleasant response
Many find frowns easier than submitting to a sly snicker ,faking their frivolity becomes more a challenge from within
Language of laughter is at least fun to continue the practice ,never gaining perfection ,practice never perfect will not be known as harsh :)
R.C.. :)
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm
Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties
Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
overarching angel--
guardian to this exile,
as love cut to the cliff.
a footfall from plunge--
grimaces at the stranding
long of the blue.
as if the sun were casting
the sparks of aspersions.
while simpering salts
season fish and devils--
wiling away their lot of depth.
if shore be shelter, let this no
man's land be worth spit!
as waste is laid the length of a
man without a woman's touch.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC