Premeditation Poems

crawling sensation

    is there a little premeditation ~ to scratch an irritation 

    or a bit of an itch ~ to tackle a rash without hesitation 

    said a flea to a hive ~ it’s only my lousy interpretation 


By
David Kavanagh

Confirm Or Deny

C A U S A T I O N       vs.        D E T E R M I N I S M


Choices form towards our preordained trajectory 
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively 
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty 
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity 

Circles run rings around predictions, an equator 
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre 
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us 
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus

Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning 
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation

Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu




            
   
                       14th February 
                     Fortitude Breaks 
                    Causation Chains

Colorless

COLORLESS

Life is like a black and white canvass
Man is artist tasked to complete this painting task,
What is or are these task you might wanna ask.
We all came to the world bare,not even dotted lines,
Though a miracle, but no premeditation, no signs.
Life either gives you colors or you buy with hard work,
Buckle up, or else in life you'll rock or suck
Keep yo boat laced if you want to keep pace
In this colorless life called the human race.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©15/12/2018

Prisons Are Not Made of Walls

Bricks and cement do not make walls for a prison
Only cruel minds and premeditation 
Is it not murder?
Is it not fraud and theft that locks one in?

Monopolies Manifest Malaise

Monopolies, duopolies and oligopolies spell danger
Collecting scraps of personal data, averting due tax
Mingling with and tingling a ribald ranger
Displacing, misplacing and suppressing the affable axe.

Monopolies in information technology cyberspace
Slay democracy, lay foundations for autocracy
Manipulating and circulating data in stealth space
Pandering to and engendering artificial aristocracy.

Monopolies obsessed with data consolidation
For trade with bundles and blades of profits
On the back of tax evasion pursued with premeditation
Incinerate and vitiate users and account holders’ benefits.

Monopolies drunk with megatons of megalomania
Kill and spill incentives to build a fairer platform
Bereft of insignias of data kleptomania
Bent and meant to degrade and invade users data tome.

Doctor Strange Master of Mystic Arts

DOCTOR STRANGE     MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
               BY JAMES EDWARD LEE

In the dead of night
Even in the day time
Their needs be a doctor for this doctor
A prime prize physician brilliant surgeon
But alas one day he was steered away
He was drunk not able to operate
The chief doctor led him away
His hands not steady but shaken
Could hold a scalpel
To embrace to get help
He accidentally drove his car off a cliff;
Nearly died, but they could save his HANDS
No longer could he perform 
Operations
He once again to ashamed
Left the USA fled to Tibet
Got caught in a winter storm
Fell off a mountain
Landed in the sanitarium of 
The Ancient One
A master of mystic arts
So along with Baron Mordo
Trained them both up in the good magic’s arts...
But Mordo was evil and bad
"BY THE FULL POWERS AT MY COMMAND, LET THE FLAMES OF 
THE FALTINE BLAST THAT WHICH NOW THREATENS ME LIFT’
'VISHANTI, BE PRAISED!  MY PREMEDITATION BE CORRECT
Which left the good Doctor Stephen Strange?
                                       To become
           DOCTOR STRANGE: MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS


12/11/17

Arm Bilateral Amputation

Sociology and Psychology

What I had majored in college was sociology,
And followed up with a minor in psychology;
Wife went ballistics;
Also took statistics;
Now am extremely interested in epidemiology.

Public health appears to be a central issue
and tendency now. What causes chaos and
terrorism is also astounding. Terrorism is
not a religious but a cult movement. What
other cults exist in America that you can
think of?

Jim Horn

Over 10 again.

Arm Bilateral Amputation

What he did was result of premeditation;
Several killed and others need sedation;
Major surgery,
With urgency;
One experienced arm bilateral amputation.

Trump has been naughty and not very nice,
And now the rest of us must pay the price;
Orange hair,
That at stare;
When you are looking will find much lice.

Jim Horn

Still over 10. Shooting for 4,600 mow
and on to 5,000 and number 3. You
must set goals.

Pain As Motivation

I try.to.use pain as motivation 
My anger I'll.use as patience
Stay humble.an  dedication 
Concentration is intimidating
An anticipation is premeditation 
meditating on reaching the destination 
It take time to reach greatness 
But time is an element 
That's present
An.in.its essence
Its definite 
Any.second
A blessing can.be unexpected 
I'm stressing 
But being constructive an.aggressive 
Is progression 
The wind.breezes feel like.freedom
How the air.represents life oxygen
Hydrogen
Nitrogen.is.the fuel.that enlivens.him fires within 
The secret is.peace inside the souls.kingdom
The trees speak beauty
The sway of the nudity
So.freely.you can see their.humility 
Serenity 
Nature

Love Is the Answer

You know, odd as it may or may not seem ?
It dawned a tad bit deeper upon myself, what
Surely, is going on right now ? Gazing at their Cherubs
So precious this beauty then, a heart's altar unto, Jesus Christ....
At the end of an age, Love, has changed these tides of time, to write
Another page ? Never has there been premeditation within these words
Attempts at manipulation what, from His infant child ? Humanity, far from you.

The Enormous Silence

The Enormous Silence

And now the enormous silence
Dark clouds, dark day, dark eyes
Stare back from my watery mirror.

The silent treatment.
Bitter medicine
heals neither of us.

No malice of forethought.
No premeditation.
Only the criminal called best intent.
Walks quietly on the road to hell

That is this enormous silence.

The Lords Creations Tainted

I used to look at Gods greatest creations
Attempting to acquire creative inspirations
Now blinded by divided nations
Murders by premeditation

Apparent addictions to multiple incarcerations
Wanting fruits of a labor with no perspiration
I cry out for a divine confirmation
A universal realisation leading to salvation

Our minds constantly on the adversarys itinerary
Putting first what should be secondary
Bringing to light what should be buried
Needing separation but to pain still married

If I could polish the varnish of our soul
It would leave my cloth black as coal

Sound Prints In the Sand

The hue of streets; cousins of chalkboards;
the distinct voice of transition; of forbidden love
sipped through straws of anticipation;
swallowing decadent tribulations
to nourish picturesque gardens
and English dreams; the line between
appreciation and alienation
Happens to be the blemish
of today's death; headline hopscotch
founding father of premeditation
Sound prints in the sand

By Glenn McCrary

© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)

The Hope of Wrong

found within the many
rather than the few
the hope of wrongdoing

(happenings which may have no explanation
worthy of the damage done
to self, to family, to friends
spontaneously aroused by 
incessant turmoil whose cause
cannot be determined to be
any one person’s violent efforts
but instead must be linked to 
a psychopathology of the 
whole) 

festers,
and with it comes actions
which have their base in something of a 
common human horror
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“good” people
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“bad” people &
subsequently delighting when they
do.

this spiral seems to have no end &
the time spent swirling, orbiting the
eye of the hurricane,
is time wherein one watches & learns the hurt---
as one is hurt by another
one passes on that hurt to someone else,
because if it can happen to you
it can happen to me &
the whole while
our shells become harder 
our punches become stronger
our premeditation becomes sharper &
our rate of success grows,
like we were all carrying 
our own little voodoo dolls
wrapped up inside us
equating our own selfish greed
with that of terrible destruction
coming from our very hands.

Robot Mankind

In this robotic
predictable state
programs are written
you may call fate
defy with your battle face
to go on unplanned
likened to a poker game
where all know your hand
they wrote your story, long ago
I call it, robotic
because that is all we are
biological machines
but for a heart
that beats us into reality
bleeding forth what we know
as waves of emotions
some call it life
call it what you will
rising and climbing
forever, until
you reach your peak, or fall off in spite
an unknown ascent, that which drives us, right?
until the momentum turns
now, as is our life, draining downward
to a rendezvous with nature
so don't be so pragmatic
you may lose your nerve
then the stakes
will change courses
with your will to lead or serve
the cancerous, robotic mankind
I see who you are
I know where your going
and shall meet you into war
as we fight premeditation
only for chance to beat its grip
for only the strong
lives on, unconquered
except by him versus his mind
astral projections, long seen the coming
it may go one of two ways, in this, a new age
of the robot's love affair battle with mankind.

Appropriation

The baren bones lay bare across the fields of alliteration 
Unnecessary abstraction leaves the bourgeois man bereft of care
And yet, the obliviously self aware give cause to sight's deprivation
The enigmatic preparation gives many metaphors to compare
You rack your brain, paper tears, from too much stylization
personal interpretation brings to light the common ground, the things we share
But if your minds in disrepair, that's premeditation
Less is lost in coloration, but I don't think we're going there

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