Predetermined prostitution
Selling out to make it big
Gendered, soulless horrification
Getting greedy to feed the pig
Horrifying landscape changes
Maintenance of status quo
Antagonistic soul estranges
Burning embers afterglow
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Set my soul for resurrection
Save me from these dire straits
Bounded by a predilection
Tumultuation this creates
Take me now into the darkness
Hold me down until I scream
Fascination with the harkness
Close my eyes until I dream
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Take me now from this indulgence
Take me to the doors of death
Feed me to the sweet effulgence
As I take my final breath
Categories:
estranges, dark, emo,
Form: Rhyme
Here now we live in body-mind,
wherein our heart, loving and kind,
cajoles us to slow down life’s pace,
free from feral cravings that bind.
Be this as it may, life’s rat race,
estranges us from love’s embrace,
dimming God’s light that glows within,
since thrust of lust is what we chase.
Eye on desire, we seek to win,
by means fair or foul, that’s our sin
but the joy we seek eludes us,
as we’re deafened by thought flow din.
Such is our life, dark fears nonplus;
like a spoilt child, we fret and fuss
over illusions, the mundane,
refusing to board God’s bliss bus.
We have freedom but are insane,
trauma bonding with desire’s chain,
preferring to remain asleep,
thus prolonging our ego’s rein.
If we’d take a consciousness leap,
we must dare to swim in the deep,
resting in silence, self-aware,
feeling within every bliss beep.
Soul suffocates, give it some air;
meld head with heart and with love pair,
that thus doing nothing at all,
demonic desires we outstare.
Who we are, in stillness recall,
which is living light, standing tall,
recognition that makes us smile,
whence in darkness we’ll never fall.
Categories:
estranges, spiritual,
Form: Rubaiyat
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
Categories:
estranges, addiction, angst, confidence, courage,
Form: Rhyme
The instant, constant sense of life.
Might be peace, might be strife.
And in a blink the whether changes.
Depending on just what estranges.
One day along come's someone new.
Who make's you hope their heart is true.
And whether they feel the same way.
Will either ruin or make your day.
Our journey's have an ebb and flow.
It's hard to tell how things will go.
It all depends upon the whether.
Whether or not you get together.
The best that we can do sometimes.
Is just sit down and write some rhymes.
To just put down a thought or two.
To send a note from me to you.
For changing winds will surely blow.
And hanging on is all we know.
The storm within must now subside.
As we can only run and hide.
So whether you're ever together.
With that desire you wish to tether.
Depends on if and depends on whether.
The fates allow this change in whether.
Categories:
estranges, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
My poetry is mainly inspired
by full music sounds and lyrics,
lifting my soul when I'm tired,
easing mental twisted mind tricks.
The sound comes with the ear kicks,
and constant on going in flow
my spirit begins to feel mix
lifting me up when I be low.
Imagination spins in slow
gears shift tracks flip life rearranges,
till its unimportant to know,
all the moves and all the changes.
Pain subsides and then estranges
both page and note sprint rushing through,
harmony melody ranges,
song marks the paper into,
the moment of creation due,
due to creation's press to leave,
God like structures birth to anew
my rhymes enter life to receive,
to become life itself! BELIEVE,
Everything has been created
not to lie or else to deceive,
but to unlock those still jaded,
sick not knowing hating hated,
that its there gift now to create,
not for A's or contests rated,
life's circle calling us to bait,
more people in creation wait,
not finding more inspiration.
not inspired by creative's trait
not knowing natural elevation.
Categories:
estranges, on work and working,
Form: Verse
Damn this isle of mine...
solitary awkwardness surrounds
stifles, and strangles, and estranges
deranges, debases, encases, entraps
...singing this song lonely crazy
Damn this isle of mine...
coast eroding on every side
an intense sunshine serves to blind...
surrounded by sea, yet cruelly dry
squinting eyes and palate dies
Damn this isle of mine...
Mind gone aimless wander
condemned goner
seeing life that flashed reckless past
and gone...tone deaf swan song
beats on with insensitive rhythm
Damn this isle of mine...
Ever lacking human amenities
conflicting identities murky and sly
my own private Hyde sleuths like private eyes
questioning my reason with childish perspective
this madman my sole companion
this isle will kill me before I die
Categories:
estranges, people
Form: Dramatic Monologue