Best Inhibits Poems
I walk above all pain
risen and relentless
floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present
Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely
This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
engulfing any new light on unseen horizons
Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
apprehensive only in love's pursuits
timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter
This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
suffocating the man you would love...if you knew
When she told him he had b.o.
He put on the ‘insulted show’
“You say I smell?
Well I can’t tell
You must have a defective nose!”
No, everywhere he goes he reeks
Oblivious to his toxic leak
She dreads his visits
His stench inhibits
Her smelling her roses all week!
12/5/11
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
In this poetic rhyme scheme I will weave this world’s unreal
As we are faced with malevolent acts towards each other that only God can heal
Are we in a world that exists as a tangible reality?
That is why we have to learn about each other’s cultures and diversity
As we stand at the threshold to the doorway of tomorrow
The future has embraced us but are we willing to follow?
The world is definitely broken but love has mended it stronger
Our adversity with hope will strengthen our love longer
We need to change, unite, and hold on to love and strengthen our weakness
Which are hate, racism, enmity, and our unsympathetic emptiness?
It’s a crying shame but to validate our existence everything is virtual or digital
There is no more human contact, its’ a perceivable reality
I think it is the infinity of love which has bonded our souls
We are blessed that only Father God has that control
Love, faith and hope are essential components of life; which are gifts
So we need to put aside our differences and take hold of each other to uplift
This question always inhibits my thoughts, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
As we pray for hope and liberation; the explanation of this phrase is much deeper!
Genesis 4:9 Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?”
John 15:9-17 As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete....
Adornment in man's eye reveals
the ego centered self-concern,
while overlooking God's appeal
is higher, towards the spirit's yearn.
So buckled with contingent seal
the use of kind, elaborate earn,
one glance toward heaven soars to feel
the otherwise appointed learn.
Not finding in my own context,
I must rekindle thoughts adjourn
the height of predicating quest
that measures worth by self-return!
Oh, endless thought were once my prime
today the echoes sublimate
while thee, that once were metered rhyme
now sounds but stifle my relate!
"Tis us, acoustics narrow mate
that selfish monitoring pride,
inhibits thought's accelerate
and toward attention steals to ride.
Did compliment my fond estate
that once outstanding, thee in stride
now force for truth, a run-a-way
is always searching for Hope's bide!
Do cover then my error small
and of my penance not belate
as spacious beauty in enthrall
my overhead, not being rate!
God's tapestry to cover all
the seasons of my love's abate!
It’s amazing to me
That we can’t see
The need and desire to be free
It’s simple to be
The commonality
Break the chains
That bind your reins
To do no less
Would be insane
Seriously you don’t care?
Is that hopelessness in the air?
Why so sad? you feeling glum?
You just realize you’re a working bum?
It’s ok to feel sad
But much better to get mad
Anger shows your alive
Complacency inhibits our ability to thrive
Turn off the P’s
Phones, Pads, and PC’s
Disconnect and reflect
Look around
Listen to the sound
Don’t be lost
Be found
Eric (and sometimes not)
Fleeting are the notions,
Flirting while heavens open,
When the select few can see,
Beyond the realms of
you and me.
And as I cast my lot,
With plagiarized thoughts,
These chosen ones break free,
And feed feeble minds,
poetry.
Oh but for a shy glimpse,
Into depths one must sense,
Or reach their apogee,
To weave noble tales
with such ease.
I'd search the very depths,
Of my soul and from it wrest,
That which inhibits me,
And stops poet's heart
callously.
But till I learn the craft,
Which titans of prose have,
I will steadfastly be,
Where their shadow’s glow
shines on me.
There will be a season,
My rhymes will ring with reason,
The words I write will seed,
All the minds exposed,
graciously,
And in that hopeful day,
When my mighty words hold sway,
In such sublime glory,
When many will quote,
poems by me.
One holds to humble hope,
That ideals these verses sow,
Are fraught with wisdom seen,
And eternal truths
all can see.
" The spirit is strong ; but the flesh is weak...." matt 26:41.....
Is there a way to define , carnal , and the elemental properties of sin ?
If you look at the greek word , " syn " , ( sin ) , meaning , ' together ' , and the greek
word , ' apsis ' , meaning , ' a joining ' , you arrive at the word , ' synapes ' , which
is a joining together the space between nerve cells through which nerve
impulses are transmitted . A neurotransmitter is a biological substance that
transmits , or inhibits , a nerve impulse at a synapse . A neural is of a nerve or
the nervous system , a neuron is the nerve cell body and all it's processes .
Matter , is what a thing is made of , material , whatever occupies space and is
perceptible to the senses ; percieve is to understand , to become aware of
through senses . Material , of matter , physical , of the body or bodily needs , not
spiritual . Important essentials made of elements or parts needed to make or do
something . Elements , is the natural or suitable environment for a person or
thing ; first principals , or primal natural forces , being an essential part or parts .
Elementary particles , are subatomic particles as a neutron , electron , photon ,
and so on etc...........We are a product of our environment , what we eat , the air we
breathe , and the elemental attraction or repulsion , originating from attitude , it all
begins within'...............
SYN , or sin , is to join the outer physical body with outer
physical elements which is the cause to effect carnal sin , through the influences
of cosmic , universal , energy forces , which are elemental properties that
manipulate our nervous system..............again as in the beginning.................
" THE SPIRIT IS STRONG , BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK "
matt 26:41
What is it about dread that controls us? The mixture of fear and loathing that
consumes the contents of an empty bottle, longing for concentration and proof.
Do we confuse the child within with the promise of loving past? To be trapped in
the closet crying insinuates passion that is manifested through burden of truth.
Fallen is the plight of earthbound angels with clipped wings of faith. Paralysis
inhibits the quest of sequestered fanaticism and belief. Eaten by earthly gilded
belief. Why does the clock taunt the merciful memories of divine imagery? Why
must that price be paid to know isolation? From birth the struggle defines and
outlines the matrix of conflicting souls. The constant crash and collision of
innocence tainted by truth. This feeling is certain and intoxicating. No truth could
be truer. No faith could be more devout. The absolution of death disembowels
the continuance of self-repair. Does the collar impair judgment or empower
concentration? Can the songs of holy impunity comfort like the caress of a
mother? Will the tears drown unselfish giving?
The answer is simple.
The journey is hard.
The gift is reverence.
Light, when will I learn the lesson?
emotions rise
feelings spread
thoughts grow
conscious mind
realizes them
subconscious mind
holds onto them
locking them all
up within the prison
of the mind's eye
never allowing them
to run free to grow
and change
inhibits them from
escaping their prison walls
that they themselves have
built up around themselves
When I gave you my heart, my life,
I bet never
In your darkest fears
Or wildest worries did you ever
See this coming,
This that eats away my flesh
And inhibits me from fashioning
The smiles I used to fashion
Incessantly.
And this that eats away my flesh
Wastes you, too, away,
Your time, your health,
Your patience.
While this that eats away my flesh
May hinder me from keeping
The forever I promised,
Though my breath will cease
And the flesh dissolve,
My heart shall safely be tucked with yours
Black And White
We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed!
Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life,
carpe diem, austerity
too much comfort makes a lazy lone
what a poet shall write
shall be etched in stone
in B
l
a
c k
and
W
h
i
t
e ,)
To kiss you is a splendid gift, a gift for which I am eternally grateful.
TO kiss you is to touch the stars and all the magic and wonder which they hold.
To kiss you A glimpse of heaven and to feel its embrace wrap around me.
TO kiss you is to touch all which I thought was not of this world, feelings
experienced only in the realms of imagination of poets and dreams.
TO kiss you is perpetual motion for once I begin it is nearly impossible to stop.
TO kiss you allows me to shed all which inhibits me in this surreal life and express all
that you are to me.
To kiss you now is all I long for.Until the next time when I can Kiss you again...
You look so radiant tonight,
You glow just like a brilliant light.
A light that shines so close to me,
Radiating a beauty for all to see.
Amidst a sea of gleaming stars,
I have no desire to look afar.
Your radiance inhibits me to look,
Oh-yes, my attention it quickly took.
Capturing within me a greater need,
That the hours will grow like weeds.
Lasting far beyond this mere-night,
I pray you'll stay within my sight
For now I feel your warmth inside,
Much stronger than my face can hide.
Engrossed, so deeply, I am in you -
Intrigued by all you say and do.
Yes, now my heart implores your light,
To stay with me, forever, as bright.
So you I'll see beyond this night -
As ... My Attractive, Brilliant Light.
a Reach
towards Regret,
so Redundant.
never Relieves
the emptiness,
only Reveals
the loneliness.
desperation
overrules Reason.
declination
inhibits Recovery.