Best Overstep Poems
Nirveda (sansk.) - aversion to existence
"The existent there is no cessation". Bhagavat Gita, 2.16
Addicted to existence, I may slain
or, maybe, they may slain me. I may die
a hero or, unknown, die in vain.
I may live righteously, I may abstain
from sins like Abel. Or, vice versa, I
may overstep the laws of God like Cain.
None of that matters! Destined to exist,
scourged by two demons, life and death, I plea
for non-being, nothingness, for sweetest tryst
with dreamless dream. Oh, woe is me! Deceased
or full of hateful life, I have to be
until I understand the very gist
of cruel, God knows whom invented notion
that long drained streams must flow into the ocean.
aba, aba, bcb, bcb, dd. I have no idea what this form is called. If not called yet, I hereby anoint you a Terzonnet)
Written: December 19, 2023
"His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson"
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With each fresh day, leaves on trees grew dry.
Stream flow had ceased in the vast waterway.
Enormous boulders collapsed to dust!
Perched on lonesome island of my life fust
I tasted the bitterness of shattered dreams.
Walls stood in my path, hindering laud gleams.
Depart from my delicate and feeble universe!
My nightmares shattered all hope, into a curse.
Departing with daunting sadness and failure.
Wallowing in self-pity, longing for a torn sailor.
I am seriously suffering through my fate!
I was startled when I heard a faint whisper sate.
Optimism is a belief that can lead to success.
Even if roses are cut, spring will still progress.
Shift focus toward kindness, not dwell on pain.
Twiddle to the glorious sky to rise once again.
There are no desperate situations, they say.
Only desperate people endure; they convey.
In the pits of anguish, hope might dwindle.
We mimic inner force to rise without a swindle.
There, within the deepest recesses of our minds.
In a land where shadows hover and dismay binds.
A faint glimmer of light starts to flicker.
We will strive for perseverance and vigor.
Who are these people, you might ask?
Ones who will fit any extent for their task.
They are those who are eager for success.
Steadfast in their quest, they never digress.
They are the skeptics, rebels, and bold.
Who is loath to be tethered by societal mold?
They overstep limits and breach walls.
Unabatedly, their tenacity never stalls.
Ready to accomplish a wide range of things.
They have no fear of spreading their wings.
No snag is too vast, or argue that is too tough.
They are keen on any cost, even if it is rough.
Grace flows, twists, turns, renewing spun gold.
Heaven's enduring doors continue to enfold.
Wistful soul is overtaken by delight scope.
Phoenix emerges from the ashes of lost hope.
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
Infinity beckons taunting
Beyond the mortal ridge
For time enough to really live
Those longings yet to bridge
I wear your symbol
Pierced in diamonds sharp
On my ears that I may always
Remember to hear you with my heart
Your curve that knows no ending dangles
On sterling chain around my throat
A reminder to fulfill
Solemn promises I have spoke
You rest upon my naval
A charm of infinities tease
As outer beauty gives way to age
Sweet time my youth appeased
Your sign never ending
Like fools upon the earth
Inked in red upon my wrist
Hiding scars when thoughts of life seemed undeserved
What is my obsession O'infinity
Our days so quickly turn to past
Within parameters of death and birth
Experiences just beyond our grasp
If I could overstep your boundaries
Place my toes just over your edge
Calculate your infinite zeros
Owning resources for dreams alleged
My learning curve a continuum
Time to get it right
A touch of love a sacrifice
Those things first missed in darkest night
The caress of your face not given
A smile unreturned
"I love you" remains in silence
In ashes lie bridges burned
Infinity... A dimension utterly unknown
I need you not to fly the sky or mountain's high to climb
This endlessness that immortals own
But to see again those souls Ive lost in time
I hold no comfort of heaven's gate or Hell
Though promises of infinity are all too common there
I just want days and nights unnumbered
For in youth we're completely unprepared
For Infinite choices without wisdom
When of passing days we have no fear
But as the end draws ever nearer
Hearts aching for that which we should have revered
Time becomes a commodity
Too sacred now to waste
Remind me always the quickness of a day
Sweet Infinity, it's why your symbol I embrace
A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments buried deep
inside me, where a well-hid wild thing
with armored skin lifts groggy head to breathe.
No fire escapes its mouth, for it must cling
to courtesy although its blood should seethe.
If roused, the beast could overstep its bounds
and though I’ve tamed it well, I sometimes hear
in dusky dreams its melancholy sounds.
Before the dawn its murmurs disappear.
On bitter weed subsists my dragon child.
Oh, should I let it rest. . . or wake the wild?
For Irma's Dark Poet contest
She senses a strange feeling in her heart,
less than full-blown, and yet more than a thought.
It's not quite love, but it could be its start:
for it's hard to pin down, it shifts a lot.
Fantasies that make her giggle inside
get stored in her vault of secret wishes.
There, sensual feelings get amplified,
like mud between your toes, when it squishes.
She gradually lights up with a smile,
fantasizing about her first lover.
And leaving reality for a while:
seeks feelings she has yet to discover.
And she searches for any telltale signs
feelings may be signaling love's approach.
And yet, she'll not overstep moral lines
for her character is beyond reproach.
Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right;
her voice is always there in the
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul
and almighty thunder from within
her powerful lungs creating
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false
hope.
Fool’s Quest
By Mark Spencer
We all wish to be accepted
For what we say and do.
But if we overstep our bounds
We should receive our due.
For if we must invade the space,
Of someone’s comfort zone,
Should they respect the space of those
Who don’t respect their own?
But that’s what some people expect,
That none critique their deeds.
They tell us their behavior is
What modern culture needs.
They judge the souls their deeds offend,
And tell them they’re uptight.
They speak and act without concern,
And meet complaints with spite.
And all the while they still demand
No judgment from their peers.
Those peers are living in the past,
We’re on to new frontiers!
Their adversaries need to keep
Opinions to themselves.
Throw their bibles on the bonfire,
And hide their faith on shelves!
As judgment after judgment rains
Upon opposing views,
They act as though they are the ones
Who wear the victim’s shoes.
Our comedies should be raunchy,
Our music should as well.
We should vilify God’s angels,
As if they came from hell.
We’ll make champions of monsters,
They’ll sparkle in the sun!
With the undead as our heroes,
Our movies will be fun!
And don’t you ever dare complain!
Your judgment has no weight!
We’ve already convicted you,
And charted out your fate!
We have erased you from our sight,
We will ignore your rules.
Your icons are removed from view,
Your God, expelled from schools.
Yet if you questions their beliefs,
The hypocrites will howl!
Should you return what they dish out,
These children holler foul!
It is a game that will be played
To help win the debate!
When arguments can’t overcome,
The crafty compensate.
Instead of building up their case,
They’ll try to silence yours.
They keep opponents off the stage,
By closing all the doors.
For that is how to win debates,
When neither side is right.
And when the truth cannot be proved,
It turns into a fight.
But upper hands don’t last for long,
Each side will have it’s day.
In defeat the strong get stronger,
Success drains strength away.
So silence me as you see fit,
Yours is a quest for fools.
You’ll understand when your beliefs,
Are not allowed in schools.
No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”
Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.
We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?
So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.
So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.
Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.
The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.
This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.
Here another season has gone
And winter is back to this town
I’ve always been afraid of thunder and sparkle
‘Cause its rumbling reminds me that I'm a loner
You say you’re here to watch over me
That you‘ll never forsake me
And if I fall you’d be there to catch me
But it’s scaring me
Your warmth is shattering me
Why do you have to be that kind to me?
Why do you have to live only for me?
Why you never get furious and always forgive me?
I know that you know I ain’t faithful
I know that you know my heart is playful
I know that you know my love was never truthful
Your eyes smile when they embrace my face
And my mind is thinking about all those pieces of crap
I’ve been tossing behind your back
But you’re always here to chuck me under the chin
Are you aware? Are you an angel or maybe a saint?
All these times I’ve been lying to you saying I'm heading to my household
While I was sleeping with another boo
All these wakeful nights you spent wide awake waiting for me to come home
While I was splashing out and clubbing with the bad crew
All those moments you were proudly calling me lover
But to my world you were my brother
All those kisses and touches you were longing for with me
While I was sharing them all along that narrow alley
All those late night texts and calls, the smell of cigs on my clothes
You knew them all but you never told a soul
Sometimes I question myself,
Is this your way to strike back?
Are you torturing your core because you don’t want to lose?
Do you know that everything you do is leaving me ashamed?
Do you know how much I’m hating myself?
Today, under this cloudy sky
I'm confessing all my fallacies
I’ll break out my iniquitous mysteries
Yes, I'm the worst girl ever existed
And because you aren’t me not like the others
I won’t let you abuse your purity with a player
I could be anything but a human
It’d sound cheesy if I avow my love to you
It won’t change the fact that I'm a ****
Witch like me, cannot overstep love’s zone
So baby please don’t believe these stupid songs
Love can’t change people if they don’t want
Yes, I'm a cheater that’s why I'm leaving you now
‘Cause you deserve to live better and I deserve to cry and suffer
You deserve to be loved harder and I deserve to be alone forever
NOT IN MY NAME
NOT IN MY NAME WILL I LET
YOU OVERSTEP MY DREAMS
NOT BY MY HEART WILL I ALLOW
YOU TO PULL ME DOWN
IT IS BY MY SENSE OF LIVING
THAT I AM DIGNIFIED
WE ARE ALL GIVEN A CHANCE
TO PAVE OURSELVES BUT
WHO ARE THEY TO TALK BEHIND OUR BACKS
AND MAKE EVERYTHING WE DO SEEM AT FAULT
NOT BY MY NAME WILL I ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN
IT IS BY MY NAME FOR WHO I HAVE BECOME
I HAVE COME TOO FAR FROM WHERE I STARTED FROM
NOT BY MY NAME WILL I ALLOW ANY OF YOU
TO DESTROY WHAT IS NEARLY IN MY HANDS.NOT IN MY NAME
Impossible to go towards
Even my lord
Was slaughter by swords
In my Self conscious wars
Sayin let the story explore
In the minds of the vast so they can feel the pain you indured
But Why do that I barely let myself view
So that last statement I turn a deaf ear to
Inferior to who
Everyone if the story comes through
Most people are slow witted
Won't get it
Single blow, head to floor collision
You'll overstep your limits
Light the match that sparks with a vengence
And I promise you and pain will be intimate
If I let you read my deepest darkest sercrets
How would you concieve it
Something tells me you'll be misleaded
May mistake me as weak beat down and depleated
So I'll slit your throat right after please don't you pleaded
Stuck in the chamber of torture
Chained ready to be slain by the precise aim of a strikin vulcher
Attained the mind of the insane now watch it as it takes it's full
course
Go on build a barrier I call it a fool fort
Test the strength of it when I go full force
At times effortlessly
My trust in people Been treated treachously
Reach out for a breath to breathe
Then ask Prayin god while bring death in my sleep
You read this you'll refer to a clinic
Talkin about like me I deminished
Try to joke around and attempt to mimick
Blood rushes My bodies pumps with aderaline
Now I'm stuck uncomfortable perdicament
flash on everyone cause you know what my venom is
Opening up to everyone this is exactly how I invisioned it
So my poems are in imprisonment
Except for the few I extended it
So I put in a vault constantly change the combination
And hide emotions from the eye that is naked
In presenting them I discrimate from the trusted and fake
So in case of an untimely fate
They will be hidden and hard to trace
Lack of communication leads to
misinterpretation.
That's something this present
generation deems to adjust to,
because based on observation a
lot of us tend to strive with
limitations.
We want new ideas to serve as
motivation,
We want motivation to serve as
new ideas.
Ironic isn't it?
We care, we try, we love, we
provide, and what's left?
For most is mostly always
taken, and execute no action.
I hear some thing's or someone
who isn't talking and it's a
deformity, like music with a
distraction.
We create personas of
imagined goals,
And built up pressure that
builds a wall
Strong enough to withstand the
truth but with reality and lies, it
falls.
Don't overlook the ones you
look over and go forward,
Don't overstep challenges but
step over.
My oversight it's not to
overwrite,
I'm sometimes feeling overused
or overwhelmed with plight.
Overturning the rules of the
judgmental that say I'm
simplistic
They say my honesty is
overbearing when I'm being
overly optimistic.
Overlapping thoughts of
success and oversexed teens
That overdose on drugs and get
overly disrespected,
And 'Over' is the word when the
quest to be at your best is
overly expected.
Be someone worthy of being loved,
But don’t show too much affection
Share your feelings with others,
But never have a breakdown in public
Adapt to fit the environment around you,
But don’t change who you are
Eat fast food and treat yourself to desserts,
But still have a nice, toned body
Put all your effort into maintaining high grades,
But still manage to get 7-8 hours of sleep
Go along with the Covid-19 restrictions…
Even though you disagree with quite a few of them
Keep yourself in a good mental state over the pandemic,
But don’t dare break the restrictions to go see friends and family
Express your beliefs,
But do not overstep and show too much passion towards your beliefs
It’s okay not to be in a relationship,
But don’t look lonely
Have good posture,
But don’t try too hard and don’t look over-confident
Be successful and be happy,
But don’t be too happy
Express yourself by the way that you dress,
But don’t wear colours that don’t fit your complexion
Trust those around you,
But don’t overshare about your life
Become an influencer on social media and gain followers,
But edit your photos if you don’t look curvy enough in them
Don’t walk alone at night if you’re a girl…
But feel free to walk alone if you’re a guy
These are some of the unreasonable expectations that we face as a society
That subconsciously have such a huge effect on our mental health
*Inspired by “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid
Doomed are those who nature's laws overstep for the wrath of cosmic justice will face!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 July 2017