Long Philosophyme Poems
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Does everything really exist?
Forgive me I tend to philosophise when I’m pissed
Scientist’s say that energy wants to exist
Like the warmth that you feel when you are kissed?
But they say that energy has to exist in large quantities
Does it mean we should touch not just our fingers but our bodies?
And elementary particles are dependent on others
Mingling the particles by making love quenches the hungers
Now I understand the basic theory of how things exist
Hick! This bottle of JD’s making me feel more and more pissed.
I GOT IT NOW!!!
For all the men that have been unfaithful
This excuse remember it well because it will be useful
One’s wife exists when you see her and hear her nags
To her friends, she ridicules you which sound like she brags
Here’s the science bit.
If you have an argument with your wife, go for a drive
And if you apply this theory correctly you will feel alive.
Because you are alone and therefore, she does not exist
And you have become a bachelor so you should be feeling bliss
Have a few drinks and play around with some women
When you leave them they won’t exist and stop being a lemon
But there is a warning, a warning of war
Never have another nonexistent woman in your house begging for more
For a nonexistent wife has a tendency to walk through the door
And believe me it’s not good trying to drink a bottle of JD to numb pain
When you get stabbed in the back by a nonexistent wife that’s insane….
I need to remember who originally owned my superman cape.
Do you realize it's not all just a dream?
Do you know what I mean now by patterns?
They were, now, and will be
Forever present and pliant around you.
So can you tell me where the cape might be?
With it I could do amazing things.
Without it I'm missing the cape. And nothing amazing has occurred.
I can tell by the way I feel, they wish I had the cape on.
I can't find the cape. I don't remember if I have the cape on or not.
I hate the cape. Because I think I need it.
Though I know the cape would rather be me in a heartbeat.
Since I'm real and I have a heartbeat.
That is, if a cape could ever want something.
I had really tried to make an effort
To talk about the great unknown
To explain some of the mysteries of my life
To venture beyond my mind's place of home.
I had tried hard to do my very best
To communicate an explainable thought
To write something with some meaning
A poem of words is what I'd wrought.
But after you had read my words
You seem to think of me as shallow
You seem to think of me as someone else
Whose thinking is very narrow.
Nothing beyond the tangible
You seem to think of me as uneducated as a lark
Completely communicating nothing of worth
That I'd really missed my mark.
But who is the real loser here
Is it you or is it I
Is it I who tried to make an effort
Or is it you for criticizing me for my concerted try.
You, who chose to put my efforts down
To push them all aside
To put yourself on a higher plain
A plain where only 'real' poets reside.
I think myself the winner
For it is I who have truly grown
I have gone outside and beyond myself
I have ventured into the deep unknown.
And if I did truly miss my mark
If I truly tried and failed
I am sure my God will understand
My sincerest efforts to him are known.
*This poem is dedicated to all of those who try to write anything and whose efforts
would be cut down by those who do not care about the sincerity of their efforts.
(January 8, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
I look out at the evening sky
And heave a deep weary sigh.
I want to be standing outside
With my arms out open wide.
Thunder, lightening, and the rain
All natures version of my pain.
As the thunder across the skies coil
So does my soul have its turmoil.
Feels I should be out in this storm
Watching, waiting for it to transform
And knowing that on some level
This is my time to shine, to revel!
I want to feel the electricity
All that emotional complexity
To be released into the night air
So I can have not a care.
The storm does make me feel alive
Like there is nothing I can't survive!
It leaves me feeling like I am new,
Like there is nothing I can't do.
Form:
I sit in my square box of grey walls, the iron bars
Zebra ,melancholy shadows across the concrete floor
I am not a teacher or lecturer ; You don’t have to listen to me
I just want to tell what to do ; before my house is your house
Respect your Parents, your Elders, your Superiors, Yourself and GOD
Be Honest and Loyal, reach in the recesses of your mind, the Memories
Of your youth, your upbringing, your manners being molded by your parents
There is no one greater than you, there is no one less, Open your Heart
Let Truth and Love emanate it rays to those around you to those YOU LOVE
Do not deceive “ LOVE”, as I have done : Always be fair , Listen to the Ages
Hone Your Morals, now or come join me on my ice cold steel bed If the past
Were given back to me I would follow my Parents’ Principles “I wouldn’t be Here
Assignment : Morals
Inspired by "A Rambling POET'S" Contest -- " In Search of the Human Mind "
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT I AM ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU,
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT EVERYTIME I SEE YOU I STILL WANT
TO KISS YOU, HOLD YOU AND NEVER LET GO.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT BEING ABLE
TO SHARE WHAT I HAVE AND NOT BEING
ABLE TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
I HATE YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING ME ONES
AND NEVER LOVING ME AGAIN, THAT EVEN
WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU ARE GOING TO
BETTER YOUR LIFE, I WISH YOU WELL,
I HATE YOU TO THE POINT THAT REGRETS IS
ALL I HAVE. REGRETS OF NOT BEING WITH YOU
OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK TO YOU WHEN
EVER I NEED A FRIEND,
I HATE YOU I REALLY DO FOR EVERYTIME I SEE
YOU I THINK OF OUR GOOD TIME AND OF WHAT
COULD OF HAVE BEEN.
I HATE YOU FOR NOT ENJOYING WHAT I HAVE
BECAUSE ALL I WANTED WAS YOU.
I HATE YOU FOR NOT WANTING TO REALIVE OUR
MEMORIES EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR ONE NIGHT.
I HATE YOU FOR GETTING IN TO MY HEART AND
ME NOT BEING ABLE TO GET YOU OUT.
I HATE YOU FOR LOVING ME,
I HATE YOU FOR EVERYTIME I WANT TO HATE YOU
ALL I DO IS MISS YOU
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU?
"Judge not lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1
That phrase is appropriate.
I am who I am.
I am WHAT I am.
I make no bones about it.
I am a poet.
I write when I write.
I write what is in my head.
I write what is in my heart.
Some is fiction, some true.
Some of it is scenarios in my busy head.
Some is a dark. Some light.
Some perverse. Some nice.
I am a friend.
One who stands for what I believe.
Even if my friend is wrong, I stay
I am a lover.
Not in a physical sense.
But a lover I am just the same.
I am a child of God.
Just because I am NOT
A bible thumping, card carrying
Member of a particular church
DOES NOT make me any less
A daughter of God.
He knows my heart and
He loves me just the same.
I am tired of people looking
Down on me because I do
NOT live their way!!!
This is my life!!!
God gave it to me.
I refuse to be beaten anymore.
I refuse to have a husband
To take what is supposed to
Be a act of love and have it
Whenever and however he likes
It, no matter the hurt.
I refuse to be punching bag!
I refuse to be the wife that smiles
For all the world to see and pity
Because her husband is off screwing
The cute young woman that batted
Her darling eyelashes at him,
I have tattoos.
So what?
So what if I want to
Date a younger man?
I am a good person.
Take me as I am.
I am me and for ALL
Of you that judge, I am
NOT committing any sins.
The only sin I committed
Was believing I am worthy.
I know I am not.
But just because I am
Unworthy does not mean
That I can not have a life.
I will answer to God
In Heaven when My
Time comes.
He is the only one
EVER allowed to judge me.
"Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1
1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.
2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.
3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.
4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.
5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.
6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.
7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.
By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will
*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.
Where do the Demons come from
That reside in us from deep within?
Where do their evil powers lie?
Were they always dwelling there
Or did I somehow invite them in?
Haunting you…Haunting me
Did I commit some Cardinal sin?
Will someone, somewhere someday
Help me to drive them out
To free me from their evil whims
To allow me to ever live without?
They are always, always, there it seems
Pushing me to the verge of the ever after
And I struggle daily just to cling
To the rafters of myself and what I’ve been
To hold on to the tangible
And not get swept away
Into the demon’s nothingness
Where I’ll cease to forever have been.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Through the passage of time up until this day,
unaware and ignorant are left behind.
Delusions of charlatans lead them astray.
These are ones proving most evil of their kind.
I see among the assembled multitude,
there is an abundance of those in dire need.
Affluent ones display reckless lassitude.
Wealthy pay no heed due to their greed.
Appalled by this destitution, I now share.
I remain with my own weight to carry.
I am separate from those who do not care.
My activity will not let me tarry.
The virtuous life’s path we must determine.
I pursue mine until time of death.
May I keep my power of acumen.
Guide and protect me until I draw last breath.