Best Repetitions Poems
Pushups until I can't feel anymore
I lose count and let the tears hit the floor
Pain and crying, the only two ways I feel alive
I've learned to strive and not just get by
I'm thankful that I've learned to cope
Instead of hiding, dying on the inside
Slitting your wrists just leaves scars
Reminding you of how hurt you are
And late nights will only kill you slowly
Drink after drink at the bar
These days I don't run from my problems
These days I don't try to forget
I let my body ache
I run and run until I see daybreak
Lace up my shoes
And hit the pavement
Knowing I don't have to run from my guilt
Because I have God's forgiveness
I push my body til it gives
At least it's a healthy way to live
It's been years since I quit smoking, drinking, doing drugs
And yeah I sometimes still feel numb
So I get down on my knees and pray
Then do pushups until the pain fades
Now I do repetitions..
Instead of repeating my mistakes
Aaaah haa my love my love
How beautiful this love love
Love my love because when a
Child is conceived in love and
Grows with love the child grows
Continually reproducing as he
Goes. And falls in love and
With love another child is
Conceived and grows with love
And gives birth with love. And
That child grows to love
Another and the cycle continues.
The Repetitions is apparent.
Right there it stares. It is
Comprehensible. See the creed?
A tree a tree a tree. First one
Then more. Here and here and
Here then there and there a
Forest a tree a tree. The
Repetition is Immeasurable.
Repetition of breath confess be
Blessed address the rest the
Best of flesh no less.
Birth first the death the worst
And birth again again again.
Birth reproduction copious
Conceptions love love love
A tree a tree. Repetition is not
A curse instead a blessing. The
Earth the rounding sphere. The
Perfect here here here there
Hear the Repetition? The point
is reproduction
The proof of reuse. The truth
The truth. It is true. The point
Of Repetition embodied in time
Dawn to dusk til dawn til dawn
Til dusk til dawn til dawn. Go
On witness the Repetition with
Your sight. Witness the light
It harbors the knowledge of
Life. Makes a sober man
Intoxicated. Life intoxicating
Fascinating love love love. The
Artful point of Repetition. Key
In ignition start the tranquil
Repetitious
Position rendition of love love
Love. The planets and moons
the stars by far the seasons their
Reasons. Renewed reviewed.
Repetition is further then farthest.
It resembles reflective ripples
Ripples ripples rippling.
It is... is NEVER ENDING.
NEVER ENDING! ENDLESSLY.
NEVERENDING!! Aaaah haa!
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion
that I must be a lunatic; else what
sufficiently explains the smirking smut
clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion—
outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},—
persuades me to heed your haughty strut?
Each inch of every corner of my gut
is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion.
ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation!
why,why,why must I make the same mistake
instead of just quite well so simply break-
-ing the cycle of you?—o’ that salvation,
in what dark nook lurks it?, which saviour holds
the key that unschackles me from your folds?
Love is a recipe and will always be a recipe.
We are each other’s medicines, each other’s cure, best taken (and given) by mouth.