Long Evolve Poems
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Within the depths of my mind I wanna hide
Towards the far corners of my heart I'll run inside
To escape this evil world and it's malicious divide
And to escape the people with far too much ego, greed, lust, and pride
There you'll stay insignificantly magnified
For this world you're disqualified
Discontinuing life on what used to be Terra land
Homosapiens will never understsnd
The evil entities have higher demands
The powers that be don't want us to expand
Why? Because they're getting filthy rich using our invisible Uncle Sam
Martial Law responds to disobedience with an RFID chip implanted in your hand
Nanotechnology and Nano robots infect us all within
But take our weapons from us with no way for us to defend
Hating and forbidding us to evolve and/or transcend
Starting over with a whole new chapter to begin
To walk away from our pasts and make amends
Living in a synthetic present, and a future that's pretend
So I'm dating a mogul I think you'll recognize
For lies and lies and lies of his history that's been transcribed
Some treat him like the villain - and some treat him like a prize
But I'll tell you from experience - he's my morning star - my sunrise
Sometimes he's called King Lucifer, and sometimes he is called the Lord of Lies
Second in command is his best friend - King Beezlebub - and he's the Lord of Flies
9/17/18
"Blues""
They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo
Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru
Just love me, since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu
I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu
Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s
Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues
Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws
Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise
Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes
No longer amused
Or Enthused
At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom
I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove
She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes
Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude
Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon
Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune
Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods
Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune
Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed
It's okay because this afternoon
It will all be over soon
I try and try to do my best,
Focus on my faults,
To change the way I walk this quest,
The way I do this waltz,
I watch my step, try to perfect,
I slip, I trip, I fall,
Stand back up, stay erect,
I flip, no grip, I stall,
Every moment a new obstacle,
Have to learn the steps,
Practice, be methodical,
Working on the reps,
Eventually I can change my habits,
Keep my flaws in view,
Polish, cut, and shine my facets,
Pressure bleeding through,
I have to leave this chrysalis,
Emerge a brand new man,
Destroy my inner incubus,
Transform my entire plan,
I can stand above my past,
Leave it all behind,
Molten metal, new future cast,
Time does not rewind.
Embrace the strife,
Reinforce the life,
Remove the knife,
Love my wife.
Be a better man.
I’m writing this
Before you’ve learned to walk
Let alone learned to talk
You’re growing so fast
We wish for nothing more
Than your health and happiness
Not knowing what the years will bring
We hope to be around
To watch you through the years
Help coach you for
Life’s joys and challenges
With the years
Times change
Priorities evolve
But deep rooted values
They’re here to stay
Grow up to be a good man
Not for anyone else but yourself
Years will fly by
And one day
You’ll look back at your life
And hope you’ll have
Always been good and kind
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
In desperate hours, when darkness reigns
And worldly treasures seem forever lost in vain
When power and wealth, like fleeting dreams, dissolve
Leaving me forsaken, with no way to evolve
Show me the path, O guiding light
That pierces through life's plodding night
When metaphysical forces hold sway
And all my efforts end in disarray
My wealth, a worthless trinket, cannot save
My certificates, like autumn leaves, wither and wave
When situations, like unyielding mountains, tower high
And everywhere is blocked, with no escape to the sky
Oh, my creator, show me the path
Lead me through the right way, where love and hope forever last
Let me be a solution provider, a beacon in the night
Let me be great, not in pride or fame, but in the wisdom to guide others to the light
Show me the path, that I may lead the way
And in the darkness, be a shining ray
Oh, my maker, show me the path.
people exploit in the need of love
meaning people often find their position
against being loved. is this love or have we branded it love
to explain how things evolve in relationships.
to discuss a relationship we recreate one another in the role
of favorite and villain.
it's easier to separate the actions of the two. think of love
and the joy that love can bring
means different things to different people.
we think of the heartache associated with involvement
when we are faced with the challenge of not being favored
when it comes to being wanted.
someone wants someone who refuses to love them exclusively:
it create conditions and and causes feelings to develop.
people think that by having a person to feel refused creates an engagement
that causes he or she to think about how
to apply there feelings to whats going on.
allowing one person to feel as if he or she has won.
winning involves rules and regulations. negotiating to set boundaries and
award people for improvement. It creates the need and necessity of monatary
gains. Saving to acquire, and researching to purchase.
when one doesn't know he's involved in a three way dance, he may never have had time to rehearse the position he he has himself in.
What's broken in a complete world
What do you all hold dear
When is it all gonna explode
Where is the glue to hold us all together
Unhinged we are insanely normal in a lack luster life
Where is the freedom to be me in a world of we
It takes its toll it creeps in like a thief in the night
When these storms blow there is no sign of calm
When we shut our mouths our hearts can't beat
In this world now we need to speak freely
We need to let others know how we feel
We need to build them up not knock them down
Today's agenda seems tainted by fear
Stained by the blood of the few
Our voices need to soar to new heights
We need to be held we need to know its all going to be OK
But today is not yesterday the masses of war wage on
We fight so hard to be heard but the sounds of guns drain us all out
I am here before you today on this canvas I wish to paint
Colors of insercuties no longer scribbled
I want us to see what a picture could be
It is in all of us to change to evolve to reconcile
Everything you need is right here just find the words to speak
With time its all going to heal we are stronger as one never divided
Because it is when you become the hunted in a game of chance you can't afford to not speak clearly in a clouded society.
the park is abandoned
my heart is abandoned
our fresh start is abandoned
i take an honest picture of myself
i never treated you the best
i never treated myself the best
everyday i failed the test
i admit that i do not deserve her
she found herself a man and left this uneducated boy behind
i am proud of her and i congratulate her for she is in a better place
i made her life hell by being to into myself and not supporting her at all
i made her life hell by my denial of my narcissism and my lack of attentiveness to her
when i see her so full of happiness and so full of love, i feel nothing but proud and nothing but happy for her
i also feel personal growth because and am learning to learn and evolving to evolve
one day i will get it right
one day i will win the fight
one day my rehabilitated heart will correctly take flight
until then, happy valentines day to my broken heart
this one would have been our tenth year together
i guess i will celebrate with the air of the memories
for like mister in that purple movie, that is all i have to lean on now
Before, i believe to love at first sight..
I was so young, easy to excite...
Heartbeats fast, hard to fight..
All colorful, not that white...
While, i am growing old..
Gradually, aside from feelings thinking get involve..
I realize, i began to evolve..
Weighing as day to day, i revolve...
Love seems an untouchable treasure chest..
Waiting to be discovered, nurtured in zest..
Practically, anyone to insist as it exist...
When it land truly, difficult to resist..
Yet, blessed really you are..
If such feeling, land by your arms..
As sometimes, persons wait for a lifetime..
Causing them so so much even a dime..
Bewildered, one may feel..
Let it go, be free to peel..
Not of skin nor of heel..
Rather of heart nothing but real..
The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014