Long Reactions Poems
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The implications of my actions,
Has an impact and reactions,
Gaining the traction I need,
I feed into the actual issue,
To find the roots' shoots,
Wishing you knew how I see you,
A true reflection of grace,
Creating within this space,
As you face your struggles,
The chase tugging at nerves,
As you swerve into chaos,
An auspicious place to be,
You aught to be proud,
Endowed where you are,
Carving a name from nothing,
It's something to be marveled,
Marvelous and magnificent,
It's an imminent threat,
To those who wont let go,
The shadow tricks you,
At first you don't know,
I used them to help me grow,
Flowing within the unknown,
Shown only what I can hold,
The whole truth will overload you,
Through the old comes the new,
The view changes as you do,
Stay true to the guide inside,
It may divide you for a while,
The pile waits to be sorted,
As a distorted mind becomes aligned,
Finding its way through the dark,
My spark making a mark.
Kingpins’ suspicions are starting to grow
Reactions are seamless for a reality show
What makes the game stirring is a crazy blindside
But I’ll pledge acceptance with honor and pride
Throwing someone under the bus is not a good idea at all
Silent watchers love betrayal; they are ready to brawl.
They say, “Viewer discretion is advised”
But the content of the truth heavily upsets me; I’m surprised.
The most difficult situations are caught on-cam
Yeah, it’s too hot to handle when emotions are slammed
But when the queen bees know how to play and pretend
The wannabes follow; they also transcend.
Anyone could show ruthless aggression to this madness
Deep inside is melancholy; There is a beat of sadness
I wish to move forward and let it slide
But everybody wants to see the dead end of the blindside
Some call me Ro-
But you can call me romance
Not Romeo, and not Casanova
But- the sultan of savory
Emperor of enchantment
Yeah baby, that’s me
And I’m all you’ll ever need
Sensual and intimate
And ultimately
The captain of charisma
With such charm and artistry
See, I’m the tingle in your spine
The tickle in your toes
The heat in your heart that causes you to disrobe
I’m simply the spark that, ignites your soul’s flames
I’m that sound in your vocal cords that, screams my name
Where- some call me Ro,
But you- you can call me romance
Not Romeo, not Casanova
But- the sultan of savory
Emperor of enchantment
Yeah baby, that’s me
And that’s all you’ll ever need
In my world of romance
Fantasy is reality
And reality is now
So if you give me all of you, then I can show you how
Cause as the pastor of passion
And the article of allure,
I can be that trigger that’s never been pulled before
I can fill your emotions with erotic ecstasy
Giving you the joy of majestic majesty
So while others call me Ro,
You can call me romance
Not Romeo, not Casanova
But sultan of savory
Emperor of Enchantment
Yeah girl, that’s me
And I’m all you’ll ever need
Now if you’re wondering what keeps me going
Its simply the pleasure that you seem to be showing
It’s your…reactions and contractions
That give fractions of your satisfaction
And your attraction to my passion
Allows for love everlasting…
So I’ll start out slow, until you’re up to speed
Cause the climax is on the way, this I can guarantee
And when its all said and done
And we’ve captured pure bliss
I’ll seduce you’re soul to slumber
Through the moonlight night’s abyss
So while everyone calls me Ro
You can call me romance
Not Romeo or Casanova
But the sultan of savory
The King of Chemistry
Huh…
Yeah baby, that’s me
And I’m everything you’ll ever need
My heart is filled to the brim-
But tears don’t betray me
My heart is filled to the brim-
But pain doesn’t show on my face
My heart is filled to the brim-
But my mouth doesn’t show bitterness
I’m a glass within-
But without I’ll be a stone
I’m desperate within-
But won’t adorn it on the outside
I’m a mess within and on the outside though you see not-
But not too hopeless to believe better tidings are ahead
And I’ve been down the giving up road a dozen times-
But know too well giving up will only sink me
And I’m in a maze with endless rows-
But my way out is also right here
So I’ll forge ahead-
Every criticism shivering not but learning from
See I’ll take every lame you throw-
Not because I’m too weak or too strong for them;
For pouncing I can if need be-
But I refuse to give you the satisfaction to my reactions
some sought remedy
it was less likely that these approaches
would yield fact: after all in
the broader realm of it's being
it paled in comparison to what
it wished and wanted to be.
But as one who likes action, and understands what
in the light of doing is: thinks that
this might ripened to be a delicious slice
of pie.
3:14 the Centre of thought, the conscious mind
from an unconscious state. each person is representative of
an appropriate following, a member of an individual entity.
Studies indicate what worthy, and in it's value to be seen
by those who wish to witness the spectacle of it's being.
Might they function as individual parts: to make they
"thang" come into being!
stumble upon the creek
and let the pan find the gold,
make me the happy man I know I should be!
that each mind, thinks in accordance's to it's purpose
and every body acts, on the stage it rehearst for
that the sounds shall be acceptable to the masses
and the product made
is seen and wanted by those who wish to have it!
take the mass from the mountain
and hue the stone from the model
make the sight one that those
in yesteryear might remember, and them of tomorrow
might wish to see, and be part of.
yet the songs announce the man, that his actions
come from the reactions of him he challenges
speak me right: that my labors are seen by those
who I represent!
"CapStone Ball" is the Answer to the Challenge put forth by the representatives of a true man, A Male thinktank : that supports Charities.
It formation is part selfish and part charity.
It asked the following.
Might these men bring to the table $10,000.00 each matched by sponsors
we might speak to the challenge of a world un represented.
The Kentucky, Maryland, Florida, Virginia, Appalanation, Arizona, Texas, Hawaiian, Costa Rican, Brazilian National, Nation Peru, Mexican, Africa West, Great Egyptian, Chinese, Beijing Affiliate, United Japan, Greek International, Best Roman, And the New German United, Russian First,United England and America's champions unite to battle out in Battle royal match to Crown The reals World Champion!
The Hug
He is loving
caring
In love with the idea of hugging
Yet part of him
The scared part
Doesn't allow him to fully give himself
His hugs have the obligatory arms
The move forward
The joyful smile
The enthusiasm
Yet they lack believing
The feeling of deserving
After all there are scars
The names
The looks he's endured
His hugs are a safety check
A cry of please love me
A hint of I'm not sure I can trust you
Trying desperately to find his place in a world
The one he has never felt was or is his world
So he tries to carve a place for himself
One hug at a time
Until he can melt himself into it's arms
Until he believes he has a space
A place that is his
A place unconcerned with the bending of genders
Or wrapped in the cellophane of churchie staring people
He is not some preconceived idea
So he will hug them
Not fully, just a bit
Until they start to hug him back
Until he really feels it
Because he really
Truly is
And always has been
A loving person
A caring person
One who doesn't understand
Why?
why?
Why have so many chosen to hurt him!
I for one will gladly
Happily, lovingly
Reach out and embrace him
Because this wonderful
Gentle
Thoughtful young man
Desperately needs a hug!
Dedicated to Ryan.
This poem came after participating at "The inspired word cafe".
After reading my poems a young man gave me a hug.
As each performer performed he would give them a hug.
I watched both him and the reactions of those being hugged.
The experiece left a mark on my being that needed expression.
Therefore thanks to Ryan this poem came to life.
Borders
On the road to Life
There is no desire, to raise the ire, of this boarder guard,
Only a desire to raise her gates – to era boarder for this bard.
Boarder erected to keep this one at arms length – away form you –
Three more have been added ( no writing, no gmailing, no phoning ) what to do ?
How does one get passed ?, all that is said and done – making one feel so small.
Nothing – it seems – at all !
What are the chances ?, is the fate ?, that we can come face to face,
be in the presence of one another – social intercourse, to communicate.
What are the possibilities ?, that, with you, I hold some special place ?,
of relevance, of importance, of meaningfulness – what is my fate ?
Borders !, boarders, borders do I see, boarders you erected just for me
so that you can justify your actions, reactions, leaving me to be
nothing and no one you care to share with, and seldom see.
Seldom, now has become the essence, the realm of never,
and I do believe, it is your intension, your desire to make it forever.
B. J. “A” 2
April 6th 2009
Demons grip my hair harshly and pull me away
Away from the pink clouds on which I've been dreaming
Dreams of warmth, dreams of comfort, dreams of ease
Dreams of unleashed desires, dreams of the moon's glow
Invading my secret diary!
Demons pierce through my fragile skin with their dirty claws
And hurt me, bringing me to shed tears for no reason
Or maybe because I still can see the pink clouds from up above
And know that I shall never ever get to enjoy their shine!
How harsh is the feel of life
How harsh and how heavy is its weight
Like Sisyphus, though, I do have to toil
Blindly, determined, without asking any questions
As, the demons are stronger
And easily vanquish me, each time I try to fight them!
Yet, like a sailor lost at sea, I make of my oars, the mystical
Essence of it all,
Pray, the demons would not have battled me if the powers
Of goodness had not willed it to be such
For, surely, surely, I do have sins' reactions to bear with!
Why, facing the demons, I lower my swords, kneel down
And wait, for the happening of my redemption
Why, stars have been put there for us to admire
The sun shines for us to allow us to live and Death
Does be there for us as the one to hold the key to redemption!
Your wife isn't carrying your baby, she's carrying mine.
She wanted me to marry her but I had to decline.
She didn't want tongues to wag about her being an unwed mother.
She was afraid of people's reactions, that's why she married you after becoming your lover.
She pushed her mother down the stairs because she's very mean.
She posted naked pictures of me on Facebook, she's also obscene.
I'd had enough of her cruel behavior and I decided to dump her then and there.
When I learned she told you that you're the father, I had to tell you because it's unfair.
I can't let her do this to you, I can't and won't keep quiet.
You may not believe me and you may even want to fight.
When the baby is born, I'll tell you what you must do and it will be for the best.
You can prove that she's pulling the wool over your eyes with a DNA test.
I will gladly give her money for child support because it's my baby.
And when I tell you that you must have your marriage annulled, I don't mean maybe.
sunlit hues are kaleidoscopic kisses
terrestrial impressions
testing the waterfall’s eminence,
of impetus, of its continuous flow
unbroken by striving survival,
unfiltered obstruction
flowing along its perilous path
thoughts, feelings, & reactions
meandering, sipping Adam’s ale
moods unbridle as they manifest,
ellipses elapse, evaporate
lapping reckoning runestones,
monuments reciting otherworldly
phonetic pebbles babble
of antediluvian intuition
these stones summer bleached
warn satin smooth
at half-light, titanium white glows,
there, as dusky jewels
natural caressed water wooshes
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m i
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rustling the leaves—insomniacs,
lift the cyclical immersive mind
rushing, whittling a way
recanting,
chanting murmurs that calm my soul