Best Dependencies Poems
12/12/19
"Struggling"
I've been struggling
Doing things that are puzzling
It's rather troubling
How much liquor I've been guzzling
Shiiiit
I admit
I'm not proud at all
I got a problem with alcohol
It'll be my downfall
If I don't fix it
Instead of always getting twisted
On my end, there's been a lot of resistance
It's been hard, and I know that I'll miss it
But I want to follow through on my wishes
And get after serious riches
All the while, taking care of business
With god as my witness
Up until the very last minutes
And at the finish
I don't need anybody's forgiveness
Just got to make the best of my existence
Another relapse, because I always got to get my fixes
On the walls upside down triple sixes
Pictures of provocative b**** es
Blowing kisses
And a tank with fishes
As well as a few glow in the dark crucifixes
Life's tough, yet sometimes it isn't
Good riddance
Once again I've done did it
I'm starting to get suspicious
Of much more than the superstitious
I've been ambitious
Yet still oh so vicious
Sorry, can't relate, I'm not very religious
And that's just one difference
Use to be a jock and a nerd
Nowadays I burn so much herb
I've been feeling disturbed
Because there's been so much I learned
Yet the problems always return
When you're at your lowest or feeling superb
On my back the weight of an anvil
Been trying to leave it at the landfill
But keep ending up at a standstill
Damn girl,
You really gave me feelings of ecstasy
Turns out it wasn't always meant to be
You'd best believe
Working my ass off, to barely earn ends meet
Only to struggle on through the next week
Makes me feel like a ****ing dead beat
Life continues testing me
Getting the best of me, but I can't let it be
I'm ready to achieve
An outcome that turns out successfully
Living rather recklessly
Been at odds and making some enemies
Doing things that'll shorten longevity
And life expectancy
Having strange tendencies
And certain dependencies
Which could very well be the death of me
You too have young ones
to sweeten your ears
by their melodious chant “dear mom or dad”.
Does it gratify your supreme authority
to see them go without food for a day or two
before you spend to meet their needs?
Does your heart only melt
when they stand with their hands closed together
or knelt down at your feet?
No, you will say, “It’s all theirs what we have”.
Your heart pains to see them in pain
beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Then why you go on a hunger strike
to make God submit to your demands?
The philosophy of fasting
is good for health,
calls upon to self-discipline
and frees from bodily dependencies.
But the Father of all souls
urges his sweet children
to renounce their vices
and not a constant balanced diet.
Are you a beggar
standing before an idol
with your endless worldly desires
or a blissful soul, His sweetest child,
an heir to all His treasures, His love and powers?
The three R’s of education begin
with reading ‘riting and Ritalin.
Children are labeled mentally ill
because they fidget and won’t sit still.
Normal actions diagnosed to be
the symptoms of ADHD,
so psycho pharmacy can push a pill
to cure psychiatry’s invented ill.
You’re targeted from your infancy
to develop drug dependencies.
And spend your life consuming pills
medicating invented ills.
Drugs are poisons with side effects
that alter mechanisms of intellect
with substances that are known to be
toxic to your brain chemistry.
Minds cannot withstand the strain
of mans assault upon the brain,
and those minds can explode
into psychotic episodes.
You may find yourself in killer mode
from a demon circuit overload,
in a classroom full of dead
and a gun held up to your head.
The machineries of a nation run
on the intellect of its population.
Drug a populations intellect
and it will become derelict.
A population of addicts
living day to day, fix to fix,
dwindling down pill by pill
until that nation’s pulse is still.
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
The Human Race, 2017
There is no ‘White Supremacy’; there is no ‘Black Lives Matter’
But who has been refueling
To make this hatred fatter
It's never black and white, but everything in between
We are; The Human Race
And we differ in how we see
There is no ‘Rich Vs. Poor’; yet, less a ‘Middle Class’
Who is growing our dependencies?
To control the way we act
Where have gone the dreamers; small business, building lives
Who is costing us our future?
With taxes, fees, and lies
The pros and cons of history, so, why should statues fall?
Another way devised to blind us
And to keep the racial stalls
We are all in this together, and together we must stand
To recognize each other
To serve the common man
We are all in this together, and together we’ll be strong
Remember: We The People
Cause politics, will always, ‘play’ us wrong
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Emptiness divine.
Adversary! Consciousness springs fourth with teeth, capturing light.
Embraces onward, feeding from its throat.
Sanctity (Abhor) for human design.
Insignificance cast aside. Decrying nemesis mind.
Assimilate!
Eradicate!
Purity rotting within skulls of dismembered prophets.
Acknowledgments, unjust.
We all bare this mark.
Depraved disciples.
Dispelling human livestock.
Gorge on all things with evangelic dependencies.
Regiments of dying filth, their lives have withered away.
Behold, foul paradox.
Consummation for all things to pass.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Coerce the swarms… gorging on all things. The feeding of lies.
The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation.
The well kept desire is upon us in the world and our Nation today as I pray for blessings across the Universe and here at the post of the Holy Ghost. the truth will set you free from all obituaries in the west and east and north and south. The illusion is in the optical department in the coloration of how to focus upon the greatest stance in America.
The factors in the elements proclaim to be instrumental in the classic side of tomorrow's storm and the clarification depends upon the hope of releasing you from the ground to the sky. Millions have suffered in the district of our country and the position of agility.
The most important thing is to be aware of all unwanted dependencies and to include the timing of illustrations to focus in the hope that all will graphically step into the reigns of the kingdom of God. For once we die we will no longer suffer.
In the department of comments relays in the case of commissions to overreact in the darkest night ever. The timing is brought about by generating into a process of illumination and to perform the act of reasonable characteristics, Therefore in all that matters is forever forgotten in the days of younger.
Life will go on in the coldest of all emotions and evolutionary programming in the driver side of restitution of returning all common sensibilities and to point in the direction of how one stands in the front of the line of duty and to declare the position of remarkable and amazing stifling potential wait for freedom.
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Teaching can feel depressingly predative
to younger minds
preferring to not evaporate while preyed upon.
Mentoring can feel more hopefully symbiotic
with younger,
fresher,
less domesticated minds
preferring to mutually stalk
shared prey of symbiotic and creolizing truths
between generations,
ancient to yet unborn.
Parenting can feel parasitic
to younger minds and bodies
ready to break free
of aging hosts,
relentlessly hoping
to pass along some semblance of grace
as gratitude
for Earth's co-investing gifts.
Parenting could,
in hypothetical theory,
invite mutuality,
more like benign parasites,
who know and love each other,
moving from harboring co-dependencies
to seeking mutual interdependence
for further good-humored
yet vulnerable
exploitations of honest life as mutual gifting forward.
Power,
energy,
nutrition,
even vibrant health
can feel like unmitigated competitions
where if I win
then someone else must lose,
when all the most important choices
are between Either Yes
Or No.
I suppose power could feel more limited.
Power to mutually avoid
and live in side by side autonomous silos
of live and let love,
where if I win
then so must you
and if you win
then so must I
and if this generation wins
then so must future generations
where all our mutually avoided choices
issue forth within Both Yes for me
And NotNot No for you.
Teaching power can feel predative,
as mentoring interdependent powers
invites deep harmonic ecology,
sacred symbiosis
of me
as also notnot you.
Kicking punching and biting
I am so tired of fighting
Survival is not enough
Life is not just being tough
Freedom is one of happiness keys
Living a life without dependencies
Depending on pensions to come through
With big brothers thumb on top of you
Pressing depressing and holding you down
Keeping you from reaching your crown
Others with claws of financial razors
Want your blood for them to savor
Be indebted to no one or human thing
Don't let them bow you and call themselves your king
Depend on God and the strength He gives you
Be content with what you have and what you do
The grass is not greener it is all just plastic and paint
Stay strong and from temptation keep stiff restraint
Or you will be cornered just as I am
And fighting to breathe in someone elses hand
“Whispers of Love”
The Maximum Sacrifice
I whisper on my shoulders your love which is life in heaven,
My love dependencies on pleasure, and mind aware;
Alighting, perhaps, the pain I find unperturbed on given
Beyond the unenthralled, truly desire of what you and I are!
I found no fear to speak; I have hung you next to me at last,
Barrier cannot be broken, hour is only ours; but love shall grow;
Leaning on my shoulders, which I feel like a host hold on breast
The distinguish passion of given. Your heart’s prow,
Aflame more out of this man, and there is exit everywhere
What I love and what I whisper such tireless pleasure!
It shares with other inside you, oh root! From somewhere
Always associated the two of us, my darling, our love shall dure!
George Zamalea
4/5/2014
bees pollinating
SPRING'S flowers in splendid bloom:
life’s dependencies
Entry in the Strict Haiku contest
Good sense suppose of all things equally shared,
everyone’s abundance of thoughts much cared.
Those who are most difficult to satisfy,
larger measure of doubt in mental sky.
Sense of reason by diversity and consequence,
some endowed with larger shares and righteous reference.
The well conducted mind by natural equality applied,
likewise to the glories aberration taken as guide.
Wishing of equality in purity of thoughts,
to clearness and distinctness that open mental knots.
Giving fullness to wisdom memories and conduction,
reared beliefs on ethical foundations infirm seduction.
Enfoldment in time for specific growth as certitude,
dualities of soul through dependencies viewed.
Composition and evidence of dependency,
unequal desires and its moral handicap to see.
Dependence of reason instead of revelation,
creating authority issues of great sensation.
The wise being conscious of duality in soul,
working order of eternal certainty as whole.
Mitosis
movements
wrap together in
pulsing conduits
of vibrant vigor
to nudge
the prod of
creation
until all
division lines
fold down to
ampersands
welcoming
liberated
hands
operating
in unison
despite all
individualistic
instincts sordidly
hoarding for
dominion of
identity
denying
the swirling
dependencies
holding all
bodies in
godly
orbit.
Thoughts bring dreams.
Dreams bring desires.
Desires bring passions.
Passions bring dependencies.
Dependencies bring thoughts,
in a struggle dominion without end.
That is love
That is reality
That is life
That is madness
But if you feel that...
You are alive!
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters, It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.
I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.
We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night. It wasn't the real her - of course - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.