Best Fixations Poems
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Wild Is the Night
Night wakes
In atonality of imploding infernos
Stretches,
Tossing matted tresses,
Throws off serene quilts
Of winter’s full golden moonlight
To thrash about with bare feet
On icy floors,
Tripping over the remains of dawn
Where shreds of crumpled thoughts,
Like shards of icy hailstones,
Claw at windowpanes
Clothed in nakedness.
Night shivers
As jumbled fangs of hunger
Rattle chimes and unbroken stares
When gusts of darkness ravage lullabies,
Gnaw on jawbones of savaged dreamscapes,
To race through hairpin curls of obsession
Night huddles
In tempests of dead ends,
Decorated by fixations,
By graffiti of the grotesque,
Where despair masquerades in cyclones of deception,
Storms of mania as solutions.
Whispers of wind driven earworms hatch,
Step in front of Heaven’s voice,
Cutting into Heaven’s heart
With blades of infected gales;
As the blood of angels stains doves
Anxiety floods in downpours
When the litany of the hours tosses and turns
In explosions of black noise;
Wild night paces in midnight,
Caught by scurrying tornedos,
Waiting
For the first light of resurrection.
That flowers fall
Like autumn comes and leaves begin to blush
Like rains confess the wild’s restraining souls
Screams the rowdy youth of such fragile rush
Roars our untamed minds from London to Seoul
Speak love, speak hate and He may laugh at thee
At crazed and blinded fixations like fame
But though He sings slow ballads to the sea
So does He mourn unruly souls like Cain
And look, oh look, that flowers fall as well
and blushing leaves shower idlers in fall
Like wind lies, like rain dies, like waves shall swell
Like flowers fall, like me, all things befall
Does Nature not die certain as shall I?
As Nature is beauty, I am alive.
Today’s students strive only to meet expectations
We used to go all out to exceed expectations
Young people have no real goals, just vague destinations
Their minds seem to be set on low-level vibrations
Our young people seem to lack worthy aspirations
Discouraged teachers are left with exasperation
With weapons in schools they must avoid confrontations
And keep a close eye on escape route locations
These kids can’t even hold meaningful conversations
Or do the simplest mathematic calculations
Their free time is spent in video game fixations
A "C" or a "D" harvests little indignation
Teachers get no support from school administrations
Even when students fail final examinations
These unmotivated kids have few variations
They only want to slide by and meet expectations
One day these children will be running corporations
Or choosing how governments make appropriations
It’s frightening when you consider the implications
For our world's future, I have angst-filled expectations
* For Paula's "Meeting Expectations" contest
I wanna live again
be an ageless punk
Have meaningless sex
before I get too drunk
I wanna dance on the hood
of a 'Luxury car'
Right after a fight
at the neighborhood bar
All my friends in a frenzy
Black spots in the memory
Drinking a handle
thru a bottle of Pepsi
I wanna live again
I wanna rage till dawn
Waking up unsure
of what drug's I was on
I wanna make out
and take shots from the body
of every girl in the place
who think's I'm a 'Hottie'
Let me surf on the crowd
Scream a kareoke jam
something real heavy
so every body can Slam
Breathing and sweting
at a random wedding
Lip-locked with the 'Bridesmaid"
before the Sun~is~setting
I wanna live again
I wanna risk it all
Exist on the edge
and intentionaly fall
I wanna jump out of plane's
and wrestle with gators
Sleep with the enemy
as a personal favor
I'll take (1)for the team
another shot-for-the-road
What ever it takes
to stop feeling olde
No more sleep
"I can rest when I'm dead"
From now on it's just SEX
every where but the bed
From the ceiling to the wall
gunna 'Moon~Walk' till I fall
Add a twist to my fixations
and formulate a close call...
A grenade was placed inside my head to suspend me from my hobby.
The smoke did rise and choke my friends as I exited from the lobby.
A wicked shadow my path did cast that long lost working day,
it’s a shame I had to go insane and lead my peers astray.
Men did come to restrain my progress as I ripped apart their flesh,
what kind of force can stop a man who’s mind is made of mesh?
Within my mind I seek an answer to help reduce the strains,
it’s a shame, however, how I had to feast upon their brains.
I know not were to take my sorrow in such a lonely case,
perhaps I’ll have to find my mind and delay it’s quickened pace.
I am lost inside this endless world of multiple fixations,
but why the hell am I the one trapped in Cocaine’s stations.
There is no answer from above or anyone down below,
I can’t believe I cannot have just one last flake of snow.
My throat has dried to words my ears must cradle and then eat,
I cannot stand or even move, were the hell are both my feet?
Here I am to pay for all my addiction has destroyed,
it feels as if my skin does crawl as anger is deployed.
I have slept with time and pondered long, finding a direction,
My heart is scared and bruised about, but only from reflection.
I cannot fix this broken basket I once called my mind,
I’ll never reach normality again; I’ll always be behind.
How could such a decent life be killed away by spite,
I stop and ask myself again but all I see is white.
The walls suck me in as I shiver from withdrawal,
my bones start to crack and itch as rejection starts to sprawl.
I have learned my lesson deep and wide to never use again,
but now I have to face the fact that I once did begin.
Thank you for your grace, your mercy and everlasting love Father. Thank
you for giving me the strength to endure another day. Forgive me
for my sins I've committed. I come to the
realization that day-to-day my eyes will
face temptations. I'm lured by the
beauties of envy, greed, anger,
jealousy, lust and fornication.
Saved I am, though not
perfect; but with your
tools, I pray to
overcome my
sinful fixations.
Right over wrong
indeed I stand;
it's majority of the
wrong that over
powers the right in
most situations.
Understandably,
it's all apart of the
flesh's gravitation for
a craving appetite for
sinful sensations. Spiritually,
I refuse to become stagnant; mimicking
the gestures of still waters while observing
nature's sin waltz about society in a circular
motion across the nation. Therefore, I will testify
and witness to the lost souls being an inspiration. And
taking heed to the one and only literature as it's a form of migration. One
place to another place, from this place to a better place; my final destination...!
06-27-2013
PAINTER OF THE SKY
Before the beginning of all creations you were
You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair
Everything stood firm and still
You did this by the words your mouths fill.
Seven centuries you took to paint
Man and birds and bears breathing your air without any faint
You called the Milky Way into being
Separating day from night since it was not so mean.
You called the waters to expanse from the land
All because you had in mind an eternal life planned
Yet the shadows of the Near East called you a myth
Walking in so great darkness and filth.
Darwin and those who make your words ineffective by their traditions
Hiding in their so called specimen and sample conditions
So I asked them to look at the sky and tell me
If it came by chance or free.
Let science say your colors were just cosmic conditions
Or there is a Painter of the sky who chose his colors without any fixations
From Kuwornu to Da Vinci no art can compare
To the void less nature of the earth you tear.
The blossom blooming blue skies
Where the flying creature flies
Tell me, if you know who ornamented the clouds with such garment adorning
And opened the storehouses of the snow to stop you from too much warming.
In your darkening council you speak words with no knowledge
You should have known it is all His privilege
That man will know and understand
And give account on the day all will stand.
In the presence of the great Painter of the skies
Judging generations whom with Him never made any ties
But will see face to face the Turner of years
Whom all will witness with such great horror and fears.
Humanity is transient and fleeting -- save
For what memories and dreams may linger....
Too much violence, again.
How flawless a wolf does feign.
Down in the humming cellar,
The guise of a gentle fella.
You have made the beast laugh,
Always expecting a puppy half,
Through centuries of fantasy,
With phantasmagorical empathy.
And the Moon -- what a joke --
I turn in anger and smoke,
It, mostly, soothes and calms,
Devoid of talismans and balms.
Begging for peace and salvation
In fleeting moments of meditation,
Between the madness of transformation,
I ponder my sorted, wolfen fixations.
*Acrostic*
*Satan On Satin*
Sinister movements enhance
Advancements. Yoga pants,
Tight thighs, erotic prance.
Attraction at first glance.
Now, let me see you belly dance!
Opulent in your sexual fixations and you've
Nominated me because of my self confidence!
Sexy as hell and loves to dominate, that
Apple bottom makes me want to procreate.
Teasing, kissing my abdomen,
Increased flow rate!
Now, let me see your belly dance
Jared Pickett
3/20/2014
Asavvy1
Her fun house fingertips tracing dews drenched, fruitions lips...
Felicities ferris wheel; twined, their voluptuous femme fixations
Sixty-nine pink balloons eroticas poesy, carnival caravan of love.
If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
Your name forever haunting.
In my thoughts and perhaps my heart.
Here and there blissful memories reoccur.
your presence in them lead me to be erratic.
Taken in by the reminiscence of intimacy.
Seized beyond ecstasy for my touch is key.
Your voice keen with affirming provocative praise for you comprehend my fixations.
Will you ever relinquish this intoxication in me?
Will you ever vanish from my head?
It hurts me don't you know.
for the one I chose evermore.
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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No misleading innuendo, the universe will crescendo,
tuning the hearts of all resuming the art of fall and proceeding rise,
for when one die's so does part of another,
and for every father and mother there was one before,
so the chore's of life are waiting to to be adorned,
hearts need cleaning and the trash you've carried from the past can be deceiving,
so recycle the waste from your life and keep pace with what's right in your heart,
do your part and soon you will determine how far your definition of being a person takes you, find out what it takes to
attempt and not resent your chance to try,
for someone who never does is the exact reason why,
most people don't think love is worth it,
so they lay alone and keep the words with, the emotion behind staying still,
believe what your heart asks praying will come true,
and the pain for no reason won't numb too,
it will transgress from seem-less to life like the phoenix,
your free will shall be owned by no man,
but be aware of the applications program,
they construct tools to abduct your imagination,
they've found ways of attracting our natural fixations,
but be calm, you hold the world in the palm of your hands,
we lover's have plans for a peaceful world,
but only if you believe me, only if you're willing to stand up to the greedy
and put an end to oppression, upon my own reflection I find perfection from what's within us being exactly what we see around us,
stop waiting the god's have already found us,
they are wondering why we continue doing what hurts,
and remaining thinking life is just a curse..
but if we do nothing and wait we will be much to late for harmonious fate,
do your part and give gratitude, our earth depends on your attitude
no matter where your longitude or latitude is,
my absolute wish is for all to be loved, and when you look above
to the stars shining, know that light is reminding
of what will triumph over dark, for the tree of life has merely chipped its bark,
find what you love and find what you're willing to prove, wishing the world would change for peace, please remember I do too.
There is an addiction to being accepted
We all fall victim with the lies we tell
The skeletons we hide
This dopamine hit is what we crave
It dictates our every move
Every pawn is different
It's that drug we crave to fix it
To make you see all the more when there is really less
Could be a trauma could be a need to be important
Could be the need to escape
We all portray something different in every place we are
With every hat we wear a different complextion of who we are
We all create the fixations the way we handle this drug
How authentic we are or how scared we really are
This addiction becomes a mask a place to hide
Its the truth in all our lies
Many of you may disagree
But do many of us really know who the other person is
In a world dominated by technogly
How do we grow out of this need to make ourselves look more perfect then we are
This social media drug that makes us feel perfectly at ease
The tik toks of today make it so easy to be blinded
The facebooks of tomorrow promise a story
But whose story is really being told.
As i contemplate these thoughts
I'll post another update of how my life is truly not.
A show for you all to bask in a made up imagination of a broken child do to the addiction of being accepted