Best Unbalance Poems
Love is invisible
an undetectable secret weapon.
Some use it naturally
others for their advantage,
manipulating it like a weapon
intoxicating the vulnerable
with their twisted toxic methods.
Once mastered though
there is nothing more powerful
than its essence.
For it has the capability
to engineer uncontrollable reactions,
which chemically unbalance the mind.
When your heart has lost control
the whole body functions for one goal,
that is to embrace and embody only love.
Who ever the object of your affection,
the desire to have feelings reciprocated increase
enticing your soul to dance to your song of choice.
The heart longs for a match,
the soul for a mate,
the brain for intellectual thought,
while the skin craves for just a touch
and the lips for an opportunity to taste
fruits unknown, which become ripe with a kiss.
Never underestimate the power of love,
there is nothing more greater.
Once two hearts connect
all else is futile - feelings are blind.
Another journey begins
with the game of love
The Silent One
Originally written 11 January 2016
bullying, death, freedom, games, men, war nature,
Nature Kills for Survival Only! ©
Great animal and man species hunt to kill
They are mighty 'Kingpins' in want for more gamely bites
Mastered forces in ungodly ‘uproar’ hunt down for food for its very survival against becoming extinct
Animals born to kill are instilled from birth
Men are taught to be 'warriors'' for their power feeds
Existence is ruled by the majority of the fittest
Creature numbers have dwindled down
Natural habitat is declining
As when 'marked' for human territory
Nature’s kingdom for once has become unbalance
Mankind’s kin mind their own affairs
But will always 'defend' and over indulge
In their religions, colour and creeds
They make deadly weapons for their armies
As power is gained through might!
She 'sets' species are laddered in her kingdom
Reason being as a ‘food chain’
All made to be feed to the next below
And with Nature’s careful ‘culling’ pact
The old and sick are replaced with young.
Grouped amoeba are meant to multiply
And throughout time a balance has been in effect
She rules without question and she watches
She feeds, mates and renews all species
But does not man’s thirst to reign with brute force
Show in the true blood red victor’s streamers?
Look everywhere something or someone is dying!
….didee©VERSE
Step by step we walk the wire
elevations are high to which we aspire
eyes see life's illusion so straight and true
till the burdens added eclipse that view
adjustments made we stay on track
death through wars you can't go back
can we win without someone to blame
in the circle of life we all live with shame
a glow in the darkness a shining star
children's voices echo from near and far
a smile from one leaves insanity disturbed
a relief from burdens in a land that's absurd
insanity, unbalance we can keep them at bay
help and encourage our treasure's today
children are the wealth in this absurd land
Hope you realize this before deaths at hand
A final thought or "coup de gras"
death is the thief of all shining stars
Ancient Aliens
If humans from great apes evolved
we would not look like this today,
for not enough time was involved
to have developed us this way.
Did ancient aliens land here...
the 'missing link' that refined man?
To do their job then disappear...
watch from afar their master plan?
The pyramids, the Nazca lines,
and Easter Island's massive stones;
huge upright slabs with sun align...
like Stonehenge...otherworldly zones.
Did aliens, through D N A,
alter our genes, advance our stage,
to shape, refine, and day by day,
remake us on timeline's new page?
So many drawings inside caves
depict great images that show
what looks like airships over waves
and rays around them all aglow.
Such skillful engineering feats
brought forth beyond a normal phase;
with some, we still cannot compete.
For sure, Great Pyramid dismays.
So many gods were worshipped too
with faces strange to human sight.
Were they of aliens in view
carved to respect their super might?
The bible's chariots of flame,
that burning bright came from the sky
perhaps were spaceships to acclaim
their visitations from up high?
We can't dismiss those U F Os
reported endlessly for years.
Have aliens been staying close
as watchful guardians of fears?
Of fears that their investment fails:
that we destruct our earthly home;
that we unbalance all the scales
and leave this planet all alone?
Yes, ancient aliens came here...
the 'missing link' that refined man;
to do their job, then disappear.
They watch from far their master plan.
But still for sure...our God above...
Prime Mover of this Universe
and all that lies beyond...with love,
from 'The Beginning' was immersed.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Ancient Aliens
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 03/03/2018
Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart
A box full of thoughts but empty promises equal too this awful crisis can you find the solution? How much dividing and multiplying do I need to add too put smile on your face? You bother my conscience which result in silence you confused me with your lack of emotions / communications became unbalance like a seesaw/ Pain is the weight I carry on my shoulder love is a word that trigger my Soul.
Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart
Now you try the balance the weight from this free-fall/ Is your glass too full now I give you something too chew on You eat up I hope it’s sweet in your mouth like velvet cake now you just wait have you shaking like a penguin. Can you feel your feet dangling? Have you ever felt cold air in July before? too many people out here play games its chess not checker Jokers! Now what your next step because now you walking on suicide precautions. Have you feeling like a blind man with no directions. I kept my eye set on my targets/ This not practice shot/ I am at the range like NRA instructor
Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart
Wake up fall asleep back in the same position laying in this king size California bed. Rotate back in the same stands where I left you in see you are like a Street Corner you never change your location same step same person same position same mindset. Now the Preacher Preach the sermon out of Psalms the choir sing the same song every Sunday can I get “A MEN” JCMT
Bags upon bags upon piles within piles of bags
Yes, teachers are the ultimate bag-ladies.
Rarely but occasionally a bag-man steps into our midst
But here at the elementary school it is usually women
Who drag in carrying bag upon bag upon pile upon pile upon bag.
I meet them at the door sometimes to help them out
Relieving them of two or three of their six to sixteen bags.
Some are filled with granite and ice sculptures.
I always try not to choose those.
One of our teachers works at two schools.
She has chains sticking out of her purse.
The blue chain is our school. I know better than to unbalance her.
I meet her, grab the blue chain, and unlock her door when I see her.
She is carrying six “big gulp cups” – the thirty-two ounces.
I had to give up soda pop five years ago.
Too much flatulence, and the children are
all at the wrong level for that.
One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
Days, weeks, years, many hours included
Minutes we spent above, now saddened, deluded
Moments shared, in private, continual we
Deceived be, looking past I see
From the day we first met
Attraction, absorbed through music shared
Revealing the hurts of our past
Captured, our hearts now care
Days, weeks, in trance
The unbalance our lives created
Minutes we spent above
Meeting in Glasgow our lives related
To the Island you had to go back
This reality you always said
You knew you were going back home
Knowing our reality was dead
Weeks and months passed by
Always knowing I was by your side
Monetary problems caused a rift
I helped in my wanting stride
Then came the day
The day I travelled to you
You asked so many times
This feeling of feeling true
At Arricife we met
Having told me your with someone else
For the weeks, months, years that passed by
I was discarded, left on a shelf
But on that Thursday, in the apartment we
We released what had happened before
Tears, cuddles
That had captured the Glasgow, thee
Then that call on the Friday morning
Because of the history between
You were barred from interacting
This two who loved so keen
Sound asleep early Monday morning
3.15am, when it again began
Upset, wanting to see me
Desiring two, to become lovingly one
Moments once again were shared
In depth, and loving sighs
Making love for hours and hours
Amidst our saddened cries
We awoke later that day
An agenda of life your to meet
Now cancelled,
Kissing, cuddling, you desire we greet
We spent this Monday in bed
Talking, kissing, about many things
Wishing that we were to be
And what our future would bring
But you had already chosen
On the week that I was due out to fly
For these days, weeks, months I've wasted on you
For your tomorrows, you'll internally cry
Goodbye.
Nothing in this world can feeble me
But your tears can unbalance me
For a bit of your sweet smile
I can fight with the fear
I can not forget
Our first meeting
When you call
So ease
Mom.
Yes
That sound
Pleasant, sweet
And it's a joy
A moment for tear
It's my identity
I forget all pain, sorrow
When I drag you with my chest
And often you call me mom, mom, mom
For my mother
Chitta
In Pursuit of a Desirous Lady…
Your deceitful tease
and illusive behavior
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul lowly hang
like unbalance strange fruit---
dripping trails of fallen red juice
as I chase you in desirous pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity---
fool I was---thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love and seek
you everywhere; but
in all my loving and searching
I can’t find you anywhere---
For me---
the warmth of your sweet bosom
has never been there; yet
I shall not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief;
knowing audacious faith
will balance my wanton desire---
sending soft sweet music
from the angle’s lyre; and
from your aching judicial loins,
flowing ecstatic relief:
from all the built up painful grief.
Yes, justice must be for all:
Precious Lord, please hear my call.
im scared
the discovery of self inside of someone else is misunderstood education. im
not consistent with the principles of a relationship, im not even sure i
understand the mere foundation. the unbalance of man and woman is known, i
teach better than i live. the co-existence of kinetic energy on the sphere of
humanity, the perservation of eden, in the extension of adam and eve in their
purity. i find the complexity is not always intriguing can be exhausting but i
love from every sense. touch with my spiritual, feel with my mental, taste with
emotion, hear with soul interlock all with my physical b/c i dedicate my
existence to the definition of black love, the recovery of the love movement
where we lost us. it's me, im full of emotion i rise from 0 to 100 in a - 3
seconds, i expect submission b/c we're no longer children. i discovered it's too
much!! he after him always left me at the same space, thinking it was the lack
of knowledge in self, confidence and pride that dismissed them from my life.
without him i discovered it was me.
im scared
im not seeking the answer of why love but why hasn't it trusted me. the insane
asylum of love, i've committed myself to liberation rehab for those who can't
discern the mysteries of dedication to our better halves. my reflection is
painted on a water colored canvas, the colors have drifted becoming a blob of
mundane rhetoric, i don't care to define. i succumb to the desolation of gray
tint, until my artist conceives inspiration to paint with me.
im...........
rememberance without memories, a story that's told without solitude b/c i
forgot my pen to rehearse my serenity. FORGIVE ME!!
My world unbalance.
I am only nineteen life.
Your sweet and cruel.
written: 6/24/2015
The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and
yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the
very nonexistence would apparate before your very own gaze. With Shadowed
ground and fathomable dusk. Light, which, may not even glow, is as an eclipse, light
hidden by walls of the mind. The cage of mental lies, you may call up, bring forth the
sanity that you question. Insanity in Lunacy swallows up the mind.
With no one to rely on, when no one is compelling enough to to trust, the mind
falls apart in the darkness of thought. Ears, muffled of words and screams, rush and
reel with the silence of the unbalance. Hands pulling, grasping, straining, to rip you
apart, to hear your scream. Yet, no sound emanates from your throat. The pulling,
grasping, and straining hands cause a dull ache. The scarring claws and nails are soft
fingers against cold skin. Thrashing movements, ones you cannot understand, you
register as your own. Screams filling mute ears, stifled sobs of desist now are clear in
the smothered ears as water in a crystalline glass. Melancholy hidden in the words,
singing out in pain.
Bright walls seemed dulled, voices drowned out by grief-filled silence. Cold air,
rushing through the empty space between lungs and skin, between cloth and flesh,
warmth leaving your very being frozen. Not finding one fraction of detail to take in as
solace in the darkness of this gloom. Crying out as If you were able to find an anchor
and hold on. Said anchor is nowhere in sight as dark as the blackness of night, you
cannot see. In this mind of mental lies, everything is as an illusion. Reality is just as
cold and foreboding as the dusk of light when the dark of your shadows begin to
creep out to spread black fingers of cold, into your very soul.
I actually wrote this when I was in 7th Grade, what do you guys think?
We were supposed to choose and emotion and right it out, I chose the Null of
Emotion, or simply, the emptiness of them.
ENDLESS END
(i)
Beside the running water
Falling down the hill
I met a young man , handsome and good looking
Yet, frazzled and bored
Sitting all day long
Beside the running water
Young man, why are you
Sitting all day long
Frazzled and bored
Beside the running water
You cannot know and hope you will not be bothered
( in a voice sounding like a moving train: unrest and unbalance)
Many rivers i have crossed
Many mountain i have levelled
Many wide animals i had met
Inside many of the thick forests
As i cross, crossing many borders
Keeping my eyes firmly in a vision
Like a hunter that is hunting for God
(ii)
Many moons i have counted
With sun rising and falling
Day by day, i lingered in the melt of its heat
Searching for the most beautiful in the world
That i may stay with for better and for the worse
I have crossed many rivers
Seeing beauties and beauties of feminine attractions
Still, like a grave, i cried, crying for more
Until i see the lord of all beauty
The beautiful that beautify the beauties
(iii)
Young man, what made thee
Thy little sense carved in a big box
Searching and pondering over and over
A never ending finding : the beautiful of the world
The earth, oceans, rivers and the desert all inclusive
Beauty lies in the choice
He who found choice has found the beautiful
For choice makes a woman beautiful in the eyes of man
Bath water …
Warm
Maybe too hot to feel
I'm feeling alone and cold inside. Little time to relax to reflect on some thoughts and several things in my life. My eyes rolled to the back of my head like…, I just can’t believe this.
Several attempts to cry but....
Pain tolerance…
High.
Never mind
It's not pride. I've tried not to hide but found that I can survive time. I'm too wet to write. Not fighting the flow
The need for expressing my feelings are needed I’ve pleaded with myself looking into a mirror Reciting lines after lines looking and listening to what could be my own poetic Passion.
My voice, my thoughts raw; Cuts deep for the personal gain for something I’m in search for.
Stitches soak in wet as my hand drips excess water and blood, like my mind with words I’m thinking the pain can’t get any worst.
Crossing out thoughts like the tattoo on my arm baring witness to my personal pain. Forever tattooed cross for my personal reminder like my stitches will be the reminder of another time. The past can’t last forever. Timeless thoughts. I’m Scared.
The pain, mine I'm the blame.
I'm not ashamed.
It's the man I have to tame inside
Several mistakes cover my body, leaving scars for stories to be told or for the unknown record of my life. Like testifying to living proof. My mistakes I can’t tell.
I'm still learning.
Feelings desire’s that I won't let control or bury me in misery.
No mercy
I refuse to look away
Or walk away from my pain because each stitch tells 13 stories like the souls of men and women they are different and defines their personal pain.
My scares are my personal and emotional team working together influencing a chemical balance or at times unbalance thoughts dancing to a hardcore jazz sound. A mixture, variety of thoughts.
Bath water cold
My thoughts are now different, time taught me this lesson it can't stopped or locked away like the dreams of my mind.
No stop watch or maybe I’m just lost in time.