Long Nerves Poems
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I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes...
You deserve to know why the rose dies...
I want to know God's compromise...
You shall know how Love writhes...
Your eyes were designed to see death...
I see the world, I see life, I taste breath...
You see suffering, you taste soul falleth...
I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh...
You mistaketh moments, for Eternity's birth,
you confuseth care, for justice calleth...
Do my eyes lieth, teach the Devil's spelleth...
Your eyes dreams distorteth,
they corrupteth what your heart seeketh...
Why must the rose dieth...
So to live truth pureth...
What truth does the rose liveth...
All that cometh in the Shadow, expresseth in the Shadow, of the Shadow passeth...
God's compromise your eyes spilleth,
revealeth risk righteous...
God gambled with the grave, to spawn spirit, to sow soul rebellious...
God fell for Freedom, shattered Itself for the stars, for the sake of raw consciousness...
What does God searcheth for, does God great pain possess...?
God seeketh heat in ice, pursueth pain in living purpose...
Is God the Architect of Good and Evil consequence...?
God is wise and weeping wilderness,
the lust of creative intelligence...
God compromised His eternal innocence...?
God became a diamonded metamorphosis,
panoramic pulse in prowling permanence...
Does Love not make life real...
Death makes life real, as love makes you feel,
so too, death be your soul's appeal
for self sacrificing survival,
to endure the relentless ritual of mind vital...
Is Love a prisoner of prophecy unlawful...
Love is captive of a curse called carnal,
you see, Love is a procreative energy primal,
flesh fanging nerves of the physical,
exhilaration of ego inflamed emotional,
atomic sparks splicing matrix mental...
My heart is designed to see Life total,
I am a fire fed by faith phenomenal...
Take me, to where Love learns no more
of suffering heartbeats sore,
to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore...
I cannot take you to where God need not explore...
J.A.B. 03-12-2025
Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap
Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain
Frantic factory produces smoothly upon first guzzle
Unified aim wastes chaos, pours tranquillity on dust
Pasted nerves pacified stick with visions of Nirvana
Ego free to abandon its cage, street stomp rampage
Drank moderate half bottle is replaceable tomorrow
Appears bearing beseechment of devilish yesterday
A sip didn't administer mist thick enough to sleep on
Thimble begins ruined resolve, vat improving futures
Quantified estatic elation equivalent to liquid imbibed
Reign of rib rub anointing sterilises dried callous cuts
Sun stream runs nude nonchalant in dim changeroom
11th February
Innibriated
Ballet of Death
As trumpets prepare emotions
This sordid art knows well
My hooves stomp impatiently
Raising clouds of dust
Enshrouding my entrance
With shouts and whistles
A crowd's tense moments
Engulf this gladiator's arena
Demanding courage and blood
Far away
The grassy hills
Of his Ganaderias estate
Stands my sire
Now out to pasture
Erect and proud
Amidst sadness retirement brings
Once close to arena fame
Determined better as stud
He raises his head
The air has changed
He knows the scent of fear
The distance it can travel
He scrapes the ground
The matador awaits the pageantry
I shoulder my pen bars
Holding back muscled power
Energy primed for destruction
My challenger readies his cape
I squint at the sun through dusty air
A beast's freedom that might have been
Were not this
My first time
Most likely
My last time
Such brutal grandeur awaits
Stage one Banderilleros
Astride proud mounts
Parading to applause
Preparing to tempt my will
Their colorful presence
To test my vision
The picadors await stage two
Armed with lance
Saddled atop padded and blindfolded steeds
Ready to break my will
What will their first piercing feel like?
Will my neck be numb for the rest
Or will it but set afire my zeal to live?
Banderilleros anticipate stage three
Their barbed banderillas
Flag-like with colored local papers
Held ready to weaken my neck further
My loins tremble with hope
Knowing my destiny is to charge
Expend my energy
Then... trample my own blood
As the magnificent matador and I
Perform our finite ballet
This dance of death
My enclosure's bolt is about to be lifted
Soon
Very soon
The matador's flourishing cape
Its crimson and gold tricks of ecstasy
Will swirl about and around
The stoic-faced tempter
Suddenly grinning with anticipation
While soiling himself
The piercing will come
I'll not allow pain any glory
I will drool
Defecate
Urinate
My legs will buckle
The sword now in my neck
The nerves failing my brain
Blood loss weakening my heart
Suffering passing quickly
I'll at last experience
Man's insane pleasure
My fallen passion
Bathed in blood
Dragged away by rope and horse
So many hours
So many training capes
So many horses taunting me
So many chances to fail into freedom
Chances to be respected
Like my father
Faithful father
I will miss you
Privilege folk are a different breed,
they don’t know what it is to need,
they're unaware they live in greed,
from our spectrum they are freed.
Without need there’s no want,
greed means you’ve got,
need breeds anxiety, worry,
while greed removes the plot.
You must deal with worry without a purchase,
it’s the seed of fear that makes you nervous,
while greed just kills the value and purpose,
the thrill of the chase experience surplus.
When exposed to nerves you build composure,
you can’t buy things and switch your focus,
mission through grit with hope unsure,
while money illusions, hocus pocus.
The rich will pay to distract their mind,
they unwind they don't live the grind,
they just move on leave it behind,
escaping, they don't face mankind.
They put down people that live on benefits,
as if handouts aren’t their whole life benefit,
they don’t fear money or can't clear a debt,
go hungry, basic needs don’t know regret.
Hard times build character, it sees us through,
with the privileged, well, it’s not what they do,
they stay the same, their situation does too,
they don’t get this poem, nope, no clue.
Things in life that we’ve all done,
gaining know how though it weren’t fun,
you still thinking the privileged won?
Just look at their life, null nude numb.
Let lines be drawn
Beyond my nerves
Make it unclear to the deaf-blind
This journey of slavery
And undue enrichment
This society and nature
Have yoked us with.
Should I, should I not
Is the daily soliloquy
Of a pregnant Fela Kuti
Lest its made gone
Like the matriarch of the Kuti family.
Oh! silence is made a baton for political ambition
Watching the righteous go to rest
In an inglorious cave and
Enriching our common foes in their nests.
Let me cry
Please don't hold me back.
Where is righteousness,
The rule of law,
Fairness, and justice
A victim of theft
Must mobilize our black friends prior investigation
While one with no guilt must pay prior release.
What a society where truth is hidden
With massive celebration of falsehood
Let me groan without holding back
Our wives are becoming widows
And children fatherless
Yet a mouth to voice out
Is silent for fear of death or ambition.
Where is a place of refuge?
The house of God?
Donate your way to remission, the message 'from God' is.
The Judiciary?
There, the cause list is bigger than the court.
The two be the last hope of the masses
But fail to scratch our backs.
We need help
Yes, one which is based on collective decisions.
Arise oh compatriots
The next generation is calling
Please and please obey
In order to have a better generation.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
Cruelty is the first name,
Diabolism is the surname,
Forced me to lose my strength as a woman,
As tears drops from my eyes,joy filled wicked heart,
They whispered to me,
"it's a custom,and you need to get yourself in",
Detestable should it be called,
Rather they put on a coat to serve that carnal god,
Destroying the virtue of womanhood,
Deep behind the mind,they snub the result,
Merciless is that native mood,
Pertained with arrogance and autocracy,
The mind of the society is crooked,
No one is ready to abide to civilized chronicle,
I'm no more stitched to what is of God's will,
Talking about sex,
Call me a wood,since I'm preyed by dirt,
No man get satisfied by me,
...rather chastise of my best,
Though,it wasn't my choice,
Disgrace and shame is now signed,
A mother without love,
Wife without empathy,
Psychologically,I can't stay as creepy,
Emotionally,frustration grabs my nerves,
Millions spent,no solution,
"What should I do?",I question myself,
It seems I'm raptured into Hades,
If I should mess myself in a nightmare,
Admission won't be granted for a ******** to get there,
I'm steadfast not for men.
The lush green moss that clothed
rocks and collared the base
of trees has begun to turn
a sickly gray and peel away
into powdery clumps. Nearby,
the contents of an old pot half filled
with water that had harbored
a menagerie of life all winter
has been distilled to dust.
Roots now rummage deeper
for water and where gulps fed exuberant
growth, small sips barely keep
a self culled canopy of leaves alive.
Life turns inward towards its core
and slips into a kind of trance
deep in its own shade,
hidden from summer's heat.
Further away beyond fences,
the bush primes its fuel. On hot days
a blue haze of eucalyptus oil hangs
in the air. Senses strain on raw nerves
to catch the first whiff of smoke
or the distant wail of a siren.
Sitting on a bench inside the four corner room..
Suddenly, I was strike by feeling of emptiness..
I try to gauge and seize up my nerves..
Trying to control, freezing this oozing perves..
Day-to-day, I bring with me a book..
Of which millions of men take and look..
Some disagreed; Some agrees and was hook..
Each word stated are of wisdom avoiding to rebuke..
Hoping to get motivation..
I read and read seeking inspiration..
I am aspired with deep conviction..
Wishing for words to affect chains of reaction..
by: olive_eloi
6:48pm
27/10/2013
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Peace rest in us all the time..
these events and thoughts pass all over me,
like insects on a fluorescent screen,
a glitter, a moment, flicker of time,
a lifetime to travel in social slime!
memories are made, memories erased,
on the brain slate of nerves, bemused and dazed,
writer is unseen, the chalk doesn’t screech,
my story unfolds and fate? out of reach!
many voices come through, somewhere from dark,
no faces to see, no glimmer, no spark,
my eyes are shut but my mind is awake,
soul records my spiritual uptake!
I am but a blank white sheet on time’s book,
million pages may not get a second look,
I am imprinted with what hand writes on me,
what generations may read, I let be!
a world of illusions, world of untruths,
from our birth to old age through erring youth,
in this ignorance is silent wisdom,
seeking eternal truth, yearning freedom!
Unseeking Seeker sponsored
Screen of Awareness Poetry contest
Written 24/05/23
10 syllables each line
5 stanzas with aabb rhyme sequence
Looking into her eyes I find myself thinking of her sister, imagining the pain they will both suffer when they grow older.
To think these girls will not find each other in life is ignorance, and to think they won’t resent those who made it impossible for them to be in each other’s lives is madness.
Fire begat flames
Soot coated remnants of family ties
Burned like a star
Silence encompasses the weary
I give you my strength child, though I do not know you.
I give you my sins, those that I do not owe you.
I feel your presence such as one feels tension in a hostile environment;
Such as one would feel a migraine
Such as one would feel pain from an amputated limb, a confusion of nerves
Such as one would feel love
Such as one would feel afraid
Such as one wouldn’t feel anything.