Best Factious Poems
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
Some sacrificial fonts are filled
with sanctified water
others overflow with blood and bile
all but for the rose petals camouflage
dare we know the difference
A holy child who in devoice distilled
lest in innocence mayhap confront such sanctimonious alter
collectively strangled by guile
for say not to us such criminal reportage
but prefer to consecrate our ignorance
In dissonance are we worse revealed
and laid sightless to truths encounter
be us then the factious rank and file
conversant only to a fools salted mirage
a dummies page of prophetic words rallying our compliance
Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial –
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely.
Words uttered repetitively from wine stained lips
Fill the tortuous silence – hesitantly.
Your hollow ghost memory, porous and unsubstantial.
'We can work at this, ' you finally choke
An unfamiliar innocence, grasping -
Your voice childlike in its simplicity.
And for a second, I recognized that old stranger.
I muster a skeptical nod – and smile limply, dismissively
Fingering the rim of my glass.
'And deceive ourselves with promises made before?'
I winced with audacity – impatient of your feeling,
As the words ripped your heart out clean.
You clear your throat in an effort to speak -
Those words never did surface...
My acid tongue, an all too familiar indulgence.
I raise hesitantly, your gaze fixated as I shrink.
A tormenting embrace, clothing saturated in your scent
Sodden with tears unshed.
Humoring your touch with finality –
An unspoken understanding sneered behind the mask.
Face taunt with incomprehension, as sorrow squeezed out the substance.
I avoid the depths of my black dying heart, defiantly.
Anemic with reluctance – I usher the door
A smiling parody of phantom reminisce -
Poisonous and seductive.
An enormous tear got away,
As you lay fragile and broken – bereft.
I’m sorry.
I am...
P oliteness overdone;
O ffense over everything and everyone;
L iberation---in a box.
I am
I nversely orthodox.
I am...
T ruth (as defined by me);
I ntolerance of those who dare to disagree;
C ritical but not constructive.
I am
A bstract and unproductive.
I am...
L ogic in a loop;
L abels to create a thousand factious groups;
Y outhful idealism exploited.
I am
C onceited and anointed.
I am...
O bfuscation to beguile;
R emorseless as the tears of a crocodile;
R estriction of dissenting voices.
I am the
E rosion of your rights and choices.
I am...
C ontrol---for utopian bliss;
I am
T yranny's vampire kiss.
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
THE CROWS
Neath wintry sky the skeletal trees now flex in fretful measure
Above and ‘tween black crows convene collected agitation
Their factious calls speak of an anxious dark corvine displeasure
What do they know? what portent caused unquiet perturbation
Have they arcane cognisance hid within their cunning minds
That tells of things that only trees and they have yet defined
On such a day would deeds of fateful moment come to pass?
While given prescience as inferred in ancient divination
Or should such signs be granted no more credence than dice cast
Accorded scorn as merited by current news narration
Yet who’s to say - life has no ken beyond what we suppose
We see the past in trees, could we learn future from the crows?
I know that Im not popular as you, give me my credit, when credit is due.
Give me my flower ?? while I yet live,
so that you would know that I can shed tears.
It would be thankful and very appreciative ,
that you've acknowledge my talents and gifts that God gave me.
Why do I have to beg, just to get the credit I deserve,
you say you are my friend until the bitter end.
Show me the respect that I've gracefully show you,
just give me my credit when credit is due.
Thats all that I've ask, just give me my credit when credit is due.
Not so factious, but honest and true, just give me my credit when credit is due.
You say that Im begging yes thats true,
I still ask; give me my credit when credit is due.
With pure intention.
I longed to prove more than what became ideal.
Insecurity can come from a variety of sorts.
Communication through action, not only words.
The value of times essence.
Counting the moments it takes to come to the realization,
I too was afflicted.
To appreciate a woman such as her.
Not to impose on exposed thighs.
A factious affair that could only enforce what was felt mentally.
Only in mental.
Still we became vulnerable to the emotions that followed.
I appreciated her in full.
In part to generosity.
Her stare, the way she'd vocalize to the rhythm of her heart.
I emptied my time when I had none to give.
Creating a revolving door of emotion,
In due time it was never enough.
In part I tried to stop. Finding myself too far gone.
She too pointed in blame.
Everything that felt so right became wrong.
My face no longer my own.
But one of her past.
I shared fault in every reaction that wasn't my own.
I'd sit and wander my thoughts.
Everything she said I'd do, I'd never done.
A shadow loomed, knowing only to spread.
Finding it's way past the light of heart.
Soon the very words we stood upon filled with cracks.
I too, afflicted by everything other than myself. Than her.
Than we.
Just as the very first step felt the hardest.
The last one was even harder.
Not realizing who we were any longer, the trips to and from were never the same.
Both lost in the tide of emotion.
In the hopes of not becoming totally lost.
I watched her give herself to another.
to feel the same way about another, to go above and beyond for another.
To again become afflicted, as his face later became one from her past.
At the heart of this art there’s a tartness that fits like a harness/
Put those pieces and bits together to finesse and furnish/
I’m breathing in the flesh here I go out of my mind in a flash/
I’m teeming to tout and sprout my divined intertwined lines/
It’s seeming I rhyme like a purified water spout your out and spew that brine slime/
Got your wit salt saturated so stop and sit then you sulk as it's curated/
A lot to shoot at with a pot to balk at after who’s muck was berated/
Solely for the souls I’ve created I’m having hopes slated/
Slowly and strategically I strain to pain these pages/
Painfully went through stages coming from outrageous cages/
Plain prayers I ploy practically as I plan my poises/
Prone pigs pricked at prose posed to oppose the pose that’s proposed/
Like propane with no flame, yeah that’s a good name as I’m a pro at pain/
I know lanes to strain the games as I’ve stained my own old game/
Had to re-tame and re-frame as I maintained to refrain/
I’m telling you now blame clowns nobody can pain me like KRG. okay G?/
As I am schooling you louts I hear your shout/
You’re a few letters short for your jacket/
Just get jagged but don’t get it twisted/
I won’t fret fracas flasks flashed in the past/
Forgetfulness forgotten as the factious family fractions be flapping jokes/
Forever flipping flops for flimsy folks/
Don’t be a fiend friend and find faith tokes
The people around disappear.
My voice makes its way home.
Finding comfort in your ear.
You resonate within my heart.
Stirring a soul that no longer knows fear.
In the end all that I knew before will no longer exist.
Everything chipped and shattered in a million pieces.
Sheer signs of destruction.
But still I drunk, knowing the full consequence.
The shaping of objects that no longer obstruct view.
The people all around completely unaware.
The existence of something awoken by a single thought.
Pulled in by the urge of a single whisper.
Spilled from the brim of hand to mind.
A sweet substance grown to stick as it cools.
The thought of being held, embraced in the flicker of light.
A moment worth being withheld a moment longer.
Not a moment to criticize nor. but a moment of introduction.
To take such gift and wish that this could last for more than a moment.
More than two.
To stir something so factious. So addictive.
At that moment I realized what I was missing