Best Entity Poems
I am at your mercy, entity of the forest,
Longing , burning to understand your hostile ways!
For it is merely a moment in time,
Bound by your strange presence,
That I realize you are much more than what meets the gaze,
Of every endearing fright,
I understand your heart of night!
In wonderment of your wander,
I have reached this time lag into your life,
In the hellish furies that you do tame in your mysterious night...
I have felt the fears of your past waking life,
Your journeys into time spells of loving lost array
I never knew I would meet the eyes that now do stray,
Into futures you have always known,
For you travel into zones one would be lost in forever...
Though I must merely hope,
That the future you see in me
Will lead us both to trust, willingness and sympathy...
To words with meaning,
To illusive fears melting into understanding,
Your bindings soon shall loosen from me,
So that I may bind you with loving embrace,
And eternal assurance that in this world, alone
You shall never face....
Posit the guile entity
The lost, enters without warning
Mostly death, but severed hearts
Also are placed within its hands
A signifier of painful art
Worshipped by the insane
But longed for by the lonely
And lost, who enter knowingly
This being bends, and breaks
The bones of the weary
And lowers the esteem
Of all those that are still lost
And which have given up hope
Those that bring in the pain as if
This is their world now
He kills the lost
Like it is nothing but sacrifices
To him and his flawless bones
He likes to play with the souls
As if they are a toy
To squeeze and to pierce
Blood escapes their pulsating hearts
The lonely believe they are supposed
To be there, and experience this pain
That the world must crumble
Just like what he does with his hands
Once within his sights
There is no escape
Pain is a mainstay, until death
Comes and take you away…
Russell Sivey
There are treacherous things that hide in the dark;
Biding time until an innocent walks by.
Things that are evil and so very bored;
Their existence can’t be denied.
Lying in wait to test your faith;
They love playing with human minds.
Playing on fears and your self doubt;
To you they may themselves, be blind.
Stand strong and true; showing no fear;
It’s a battle that you can win.
They’ll surely depart; keep faith in your heart and
Their abuse will certainly end.
Faith and love are things they hate;
use them well and the dark will abate.
How many times do we see something so quickly, a reflection,
or eyes, or something,
in a window or a mirror?
Just a glimpse, really, barely even a glimpse.
A glit of something.
A gl
A g
How many times do we keep silent,
Unsure of how others would take it
That we are not alone right now?
That there is something else here,
Something that came by in a
Brief hush to say hello?
Something that we saw
In just a little teeny
Tiny bit of a see?
How many times do we keep this truth
Locked safely inside, worse, talk ourselves out
Of what we have seen?
When spirit or faeries, or nymphs or
Elves, or something more or something
Less shows herself, you are being honored,
Revered, loved.
Do not talk yourself out of the experience
Given to you.
To do so is to dishonor the one who
Loved you enough to show herself.
Hi keep me in your visage,
keep me in your sociostew
quote me in a passage
or hey, F U
themes, ideas, sonnets,
mambypamby contrivances set to words
tell me your thoughts are merely
terds. No creativity, stilitd patterns,
prose passivity and illcreated
rhytm lanterns given to pre cunni
lingual callings set to teen tonal
twitterings of **** adult annoyances
of prepostadnoidial fake frontal toe the line
godforbidugetpregnantwhileI haveuinthe
backseatofmycar,basementmotelroomparkalbeit
sanctifiedmarriagewithalloftheaccruments beguiledgiven to the EverWaiters
of sexo satisfied vagino villified vanilla wafer
wishes until the wounded wedding night cherry bursting
(yea right)
bomb blast blemishes. Keep it in in novative organ aztional
invigor ative essence to stand by yr manwomanpersonit
as statedstated by state in a reverenced supreme courted not society
given to a biased"What the hell do we do now guys/gals and inbetweens", SFHD.
Guess it and get the prize, or play our home game
as your consolation gift.
We r un evolving without the neutral notion of
core capacity locus of control and seminal socialization.
We r what we BE and all else is con
trivity. Sons/daughters noncompliant with the so be its and told u so's
do as I do keep it simple, we as boomers ahve set a style too conseropliant to
reinvent the self. youth recapitulate your entity and serve no one unless it
benefits those insufficient to a misnomer antiquated to a universal device
dead to annoyance and brevity. Unforgiving to a future promise.
All for one and one for all.
My existence is incomplete I can't dream my world without you.
I can't produce a life hard task for me until you don't merge,
as a building is incomplete door and windows need emerge,
naturally i were born incomplete to complete a portion of you,
otherwise my entity is infinitive that 'll never be gone through.
I know the importance of embracing degrading is not my lore,
You 're my love factor I can't survive alone if I need to rise score,
My living is hopeless, desires are rootless, your assistance is true,
you made for me, I made for you but who made us for growth,
we are incomplete to complete a unite when we merge both,
No need to abuse each other as we 're the toys of time,
We feel pain when we break a heart, try to kill each other a crime,
Nobody is wise, a single person can't rise then why do we blame?
If a woman or man are complete argument is baseless no flame.
Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.
A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling and lurking in the corner of my closing three eyes' sight.
And sinister whispers resounding insidiously around my head,
Tip-toe towards me as my ears try deciphering what they've said.
Echoes of endless elocutions entrance me in a tunneled lack of focus,
As I become trapped in perceptual pervasion by moaning songs of locust.
In the cricketing commotion he creeps in sockets of my cornea's crevices,
Waiting for the pupil lunar eclipse so to invade upon their growing premises.
As the dilated dark of absorbing light slithers into the depths,
Of my mind the shadows dance in penumbral peeping steps.
Icicles of stalactite sweat melt in frozen knives upon my skin,
As the ghost in my peripheral pretends humor with a sour grin.
"I know you're there," I beg out loud to the filling empty space,
Of my basement bedroom dwelling where no windows have been placed.
Horror encases me in cryogenic incarceration, for it was not me who had just spoke,
But something using my mouth to tell me that inside me he had just awoke.
Challenge knots this song I sing
The Jesus came, saying "...this way, come..."
Thinking thoughts that had come undone
Changed the game of Many to One.
Fates of Date are standing defiant
Gates await but they're not reliant
On the bow of my ship, is indi.pen.dance!
A gift of Source and so I listen.
Come through the two, within dimension
Sees to the three who came to mention
"Use the Fours within" the inner intention.
Easters came and the Team is on.
"... the system is binary..."
inscribed on a tomb.
12.21.2012
04.08.2012
08.13.2012 plus One to begin. A.gain.
I stand alone,
fear looms in the darkness threatening to keep me company,
I stand alone,
where once i needed a lover to identify myself,
I stand alone,
there was a time i worked to exhaustion so the world would love me, but today,
I stand alone,
no longer in need of external validation,
no longer afraid to look like a fool,
no longer speaking to prove I am who I am,
I stand alone,
unafraid of being just who I am,
I stand alone,
inspired by the me I have become and am becoming,
no longer lonely enough to accept fear as my companion,
with divine light shining out from within,
I can see the me I was always meant to be,
now certain of who I am, to the bone,
I stand alone.
Your presence here has caused much distress.
You're like a feral animal, spreading its sickness.
No more tears shall fall from these eyes...
from the misery you've caused with your lies.
Hate can be contagious when it's left to fester.
You were selfish with never a kind gesture.
How many women have you've tried to kill?
How many girlfriends have bent to your will?
Now, depart from this physical plane!
May you never be reborn again.
This white witch's power is growing stronger.
You won't feed off of my energy any longer.
May you suffer for every tear I've shed.
Your soul will be incinerated before I'm dead.
My beloved Goddess has taken away your power.
I'll be laughing when you face your final hour.
That wolf who tyrannizes himself
Goes out to the city every night
Opens his jaws in presence of the humans
So when he hears voice of the firing
Remembers the forest entity
Thus he carries his wound between his claws
And departs.
The death of a bird is the death of a song
Like the melody of its lasting breath
Sliced down from an invisible blade of the wind
The quietus of a bird defeats the entity of nature itself
The bereavement of this serenoa
Would bring dissolution upon the serenity
Of this calmness of peace
Even a soul-less renegade or heartless machine
Could enjoy this peace, list it a virtue
The cessation of the entity that was this
Winged small angel of animal
Not the end, but a new beginning
In its nest, its offspring has spread their wings
To continue the siren song of its nature
The sky is the limit, is the sweat visible on its face
Only the beating wings claim its words
Confidence, majestic, determined
But its ruination, the quietus, the bereavement
Which make the ponderer, wanderer wonder
Wonder what's the true meaning of the circle
Does it start with something living, end with an idea
Does the death of a bird equal the cessation of a melody
Robust Vulpine is cruising vigorously
To denude a life and continue slavery
Proudly displaying his name of foul entity
Afraid not of his blasphemy
From time to time he is very gluttonously
Sweet foods for the sinners were eaten constantly
Voices from nowhere were weeping frantically
Yet he managed to laugh at much monstrously
"Help" was the shout of voices anonymously
For a number of sheep were killed unpitily
Taken off their hearts and skin so mercilessly
And wear the sheep's jacket for another journey
Villains will succeed in anyway now badly
That never get jaded in any play madly
Abused the creator's being imprudently
For the way that he acted, to God he was angry
Whatever crop he sow, he will reap exactly
Worm-wood will come to his presence so much timely
So inevitable hundred times painfully
That he'll remember the pains tearfully
Materialistic things fulfill us temporarily...trifling with our emotions,
but their shallowness is discerned with bitterness:
when they can't save a life even with invoked mercy so tense...
as powerlessness turns into hopelessness;
can faith help us make the painless transaction into the eternal realm,
without fighting the menacing darkness bringing in a tremulous scream?
Separating ourselves from the deceptive entity
is the wisest thing humans can do, to avoid
the misleading fact that anguish doesn't exist,
or that regret isn't stronger than sympathy;
sorrow is a passable trouble, which makes us somber,
and somehow deepens the furrows on our sour faces!
Prophets, saints and holy persons thought deeply and understood this,
devoting their lives to a more rewarding vocation,
which demanded great sacrifices in return for salvation;
and today, in this era of sophistication and unbelief,
do we see any real ones, not the impostors who seek fame,
and proclaim their intrepid message to shelter themselves from blame?
Unscrupulous financiers, like Madoff, and bankers drain accounts with remorseless intent,
and when they are caught...they choose suicide over punishment;
is this the world you like to live in...with fraudulent individuals, who cause
tougher economic times to satisfy their greed at the expense of others?
Questions can become doubts that draw a negative response to any survey,
sacredness is valued more when we separate ourselves from the deceptive entity!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
What an adoration it is
To receive a gift
Of victory
Of an entity only i created
In an old misery
Believing
That only I can bring
What i seek
And achieve in controversies
Where at times i felt weak
Quit
Could I
I asked
But then it was only until then I open my eyes to only realize
The lies made needed to succeed in strives
Was only a controversy that I
Let in
Maturing from the immaturity
No more
This energy in me that's arose
To soar
In what i look for
A door
Of which I'm grateful to explore
The new beginnings i hoped for
Acceptance of not what i am
But of what I can
Motivation and guidance
To guide
In what's right
Breathe in my own prosperity and defeat
Not looking back at what was
No love
No trust
Only lust unwanted in the one's i loved
But upon it all
I stand tall
Strong and ready to take on
What I have not yet saw
In person
Cuz my heart knows where i belong
At ease
In peace
Actions that only i demand and understand
That only i can command in direction i have set plan
Because in this human
Failure has no hand
I have been able to withstand
The curses that followed me in which i ran
And here i am
Blending
In what i thought could never be
An entity of victory