Everything I do seems to find a way to mock me.
A jeering derision to the paradox of my delicacy.
Each impulsive haste of emotion knocks on the wood of my wretch.
A doleful stimulation to invigorate the louse of my lassitude.
The inertia of my cunning shrewd howls against the odium of my filth.
Against the odium of my haste.
The odium of my humility.
And the odium of my unadulterated abhorrence.
I find myself comparing the speckled illustrations of my masked exploitation.
One of a noble morality.
One of a sinful salvation.
And one of the reprehensible dignity I carry within the reality of my reviled anatomy.
The reality of my depiction.
The reality of my void.
Every word of degradation invokes the ice of my celestial petition.
A celestial plead for an implosion so grave; it dares to uphold a cathedral of my indented dejection.
My fortitude of a sunken dejection.
My poverty of an exiled dejection.
My deception of a gouged dejection.
I am nothing but the prolonged corpus of my own vile vulgarity;
I am nothing but the corrupted potency of my own induced pallet;
I am nothing but the misdemeanour of my own cholerised pertinence.
I AM ASHAMED
Of President of Mine
In front of all the world
And OTHER COUNTRIES
I am UNITED STATES
BOTH STRONG AND MILITARY POWER
AND THE YOUNG OF ALL
in world where we do we value CULTURE
THE TONE OF VOICE
THE STYLE OF SPEECH
the PERTINENCE
DISOCURSE the DIALOGUE
I WANT TO SAY
HE ISN”T REPRESENTATIVE to me
I am dialing the round telephone
BACK THEN
I AM ALTERING
the program
of behaviors
and rules
THE TRAP FOR FOOLS
THE CITIIZENS ARE TRUSTING AND NAIVE
whose DUTY is to COMBAT THIS
the fraud
ME
AS THE FEDERAL THE LAW
ENFORCEMENT
of them each on their own
THE DILEMMA
WHAT IS THIS I OWN
RULES OF THE GUN THE HANDLING
might be judged
I OWN GUN for the security of mine
I own HUNTING THE THE WEAPON
what for I own
the ASSUALT THE RIFLE
FOR THE THE CASE IF WAR?
And if the weapon handing is for SPORTS
and HOBBY
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
posses you STOCK THE PILE
of weapons this
IN CASE I SOMETHING MISSED
THE PURPOSE
In an Instant
A towering temple of trust
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;
From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of beauty
It is wrapped with the cement of honesty
Sprinkled with water of love and care
Mixed with rock sand of confidence
Sealed with iron bars of resistance
And set with the bricks of pertinence.
Yet, the temple crumbles in an instant,
Its towers turn to heaps of dust
And its shrine is reduced to ashes
With the venom of mistrust,
With the spleen of treacherous acts
That shake the very base of confidence,
Like earthquakes that smash down palaces,
Like the shot of heavy missiles
That ravage all on their way
In a moment, in an instant.
Although
I think of you my words become icy
Do
Theses thoughts have relevance
It's pertinence unlikely...
My thoughts do wonder....
Starseeds
I confess
We are blessed
The world has secrets
Our Lord reveals it
High energy and frequency
Released within me
Traveled distance
Without resistance
Father reminds
Journey your mind
Recovery
Love is our discovery
Graciousness
Forgiveness
Enlightenment
Paleoenvironment
Preparation
Elevation
God Expressionist
Playfulness over Illusionist
Truth set
Preciously kept
What an honor
God strength and valor
Creator sight
Conquers with light
Appurtenance
Ordinance
Pertinence
Revelance
Tutelage
God law of privilege
The Holy Spirit
Our Lord does give it
Released our light from God
Seen through the fog
Love offer receiving
Through the power of believing
I'm on the hunt for comprehension.
Furthermore, I'm on the look for attention.
Life may be tough, and there's no success.
From the standpoint of one's mental wellness.
Rainbow wishes for kids with tolerance
Guardians have encountered an inconvenience
Our actions drove the world absurd.
When youth fade, It's ideal to be furled.
Overstating the pertinence of the real world.
What do you view promptly when you look around?
Parents wish you had been a kid for a longer stage.
You're guilty, but you can't undo what you've raged.
Your hair and eye color reflect your likability.
To recognize your skin and dress so lovely.
You're unique in shape and appearance.
You're not the same as your twin if you reappear once.
In the meanwhile, be patient where you are.
And continue to do that same dedication spar.
"Let's bear the costs and act forward with anything."
You have merely started living out your true calling.
If once broken,
Cannot be mended.
So crestfallen,
Endless bereavement!
It is trust,
I talk about.
Carefully we must,
Handle it around.
All aren't worthy,
Likewise the few.
Treat it lowly,
Later you rue.
Faith once lost,
Is gone forever.
Peace stays not,
Agony you savour.
It does haunts,
Like ghosts overhead.
You, it taunts,
Your solitude led.
"Don't trust easy!"
Said experience.
Sneered augury,
Whence, promised pertinence.
A heart that falls at the mention of words
A mind so strong, made meek
Questions I pose many, to forget
The moment dreaded now, a memory later
Life tears but threads to sew.
A halt offered absence to yearn
Appreciated value found in a return
My day cured by a nurturing art
All the woes diminished by a pen
Giving up is an option lost again.
The eyes of another may not meet mine
Differences, a speciality that entices rivals
Walking away, often denied by impulse
Amends made through unspoken lines
The hate shown confused by a love that grows.
Pertinence does the detail show
A thought offering a brighter hue
Freedom yielded, by progress
Confidence stealing time, irrecoverable
Modesty enabling an opportunity to hone.
Emotional instability, concealed through expression
A fearless smile thriving, in the knowledge of a reprieve
The weight that drags, converted to suspenders
My destiny I pursue - the writings, my own.
Everything is Free
and I Don’t Want it
6-4-2016
They’re targeted at any seeking cheap or free,
Offers come by email, phone, TV or printed.
Somehow all offers always seem to include me,
It’s always gimmick, gadget, or misrepresented.
But I’m not interested in things without price,
Because the price is previously fixed to another;
Instructions and pertinence are always un-precise,
While in my individual space I well nigh smother.
If it’s something I’ve won or an offer near free,
They think, my information they might gather.
With offers come things with which I won’t agree,
And I’m growing tired of their constant blather.
I’ve won multiple lotto’s which I’ve not entered,
And people in Nigeria have checks in my name.
On shearing sheep these folk’s minds are centered,
Will we ever see termination to this doltish game.
Not as long as suckers exist.
And P T Barnum said “there’s a sucker born every minute”
Tom
I feel invisible and ignored
After I revealed my actual age.
Everyone sees right through me.
I haven't turned into a sage.
There was a time I could turn heads
When I walked down the street.
I pretended not to notice but
I truly thought that it was neat.
Then came that certain birthday
When the age flag was unfurled.
The fact I was growing older
Was revealed to the whole world.
My beautician and I decided
To not color my hair any more.
Suddenly my hair was snowy white
And not auburn as before.
I am not only invisible,
I am also mute it seems.
No one sees me or hears me.
I'm not on anyone's esteems.
My two daughters are having
An interesting conversation.
I try to add a lucid thought.
They ignore my explanation.
They're talking about their children
And nothing I have to say
Would have pertinence or interest
To clever children of today.
No one is cruel or unkind,
I rather wish they were,
At least I would know I was visible,
Which is something I would prefer.
Written: 4/28/16
Itz,
cigar litany,
sun-glass villainy,
functional function-ability-
operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-
my man was a real porter but not so Greek-
hella' greedy like the weak,
hairy in ecstasy,
sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,
he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,
he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me.
Tremble
my arms are around you
I meld
Into the void I simply am held
I know you
Are you around
Come out of hiding
Don't make a sound
I like to know you are helped by my pertinence
I am so fervent and distance so learned
I place my arms around you
You choose to be with me
I learn that you're near me
you can't deceive me
We walk in a park
Cold and bleak and dark
The moon shines and covers us
Tremble..
You are spoiled by my touch
end all
And I simply can not reach
Stave off the cold
My jacket around you
I make you bold
I breath warmth into you
Cover you and discover you
I recover the last breath of your secret
I understand you
Listen to my input
I want you to be great
Walk with me, near me
Enter my fate.
The complete opposite of a man…
Existence is unique and never less than.
Her presence can be compelling and desirable,
Forthright, like a force from nature, unstoppable!
Exuding feminine qualities that are mesmerizing,
So much so, that it’s uncanny and amazingly hypnotizing.
In a noble manner that she sees fit to fashion,
She is capable of undeniable passion.
When she loves, her emotions prevail,
Her warmth and loyalty with adoration we hail,
For her wholesome nurturing shall never fail.
In respect to her genuine, moral sense,
A being that epitomizes beauty and intelligence,
So with this I say with pertinence,
Show a woman honor, respect, to emphasize her importance.
A fond thought,
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...
Love gives strength,
when everything else
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way up a slippery slope:
with the illusion of finding a treasure of glaring gold;
is indulgence gratified by our hasty ways of pertinence...
forgetting to be excessively lenient?
A fond thought,
once vivid and unfought,
loses its meaning through incertitude,
by attempting another substitute;
emotions are steeped in truthfulness
and devotion is built on mutual faithfulness,
if these don't exist,
trust cannot persist...
The loveliest thought
brings two together by a perceived concept;
take it away from them, with vehemence,
and they'll show great intolerance...
A fond thought
conveys no contempt;
it only imparts its sincerity,
when it attains clarity...
To sift is my endeavor, lest I fail
to bring to harmony and to avail
the roads I've traveled on to sweet commune
the sun to blow a kiss to reach the moon
the trees to rain down water from their leaves
to end the parching season of the seas
where salt in rings has settled sugar white
and mad mirages flood the settled sight
To sift my thoughts, I'm sure you will agree
is of the utmost pertinence to me
To wrap the package up in memories
and gently set their sail upon the seas.
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