Short Realizations Poems
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The world is a stream of veneers.
Pierce through them and witness its truths.
Some alarming, some inspiring.
Often afraid of their realizations.
Can we bear it?
the world is not black and white
the world is many shades of gray
truth and lies can be the same color
everyone says that growing is hard
no one says that not growing is harder
life is a fusion of emotions and seeing
a mishmash of beauty and ugly
one must face the ugly
in order to see the beauty
Amdist the chaos of our lives,
My confusion becomes your affliction.
Despite your manipulations,
Waiting is now your malediction.
So the truth hits close to home,
And my realizations become deeper.
You want me to believe my ideals are naive:
Don't bother.
If loose lips sink ships,
Then your quick wit is nuclear.
Vivid memories of times gone by,
Still bring back a smile so bright.
Confident, bold were all my moves,
Into midnight I would groove.
Time has etched its mark on me,
Silvers and wrinkles in symphony.
Experience and realizations to share,
To inspire the youth, to make them aware.
The face may age, past its prime,
Yet my heart dances, with the times.
RECOGNITIONS
simple
memoranda
of
an
appreciation
of
the
acknowledged
single mindedness
so
evident
in
self conscious
realizations
& detailed
exressions
of
understanding
eyecatching
motifs
disintegrate
elegant
vulnerable
&
numerous
sensitive
substitutes
the
influential
comment
to
illuminate
a
reposte
yet
so
inadequate
I have come to realize,
real-in-my-eyes, that these eyes
can see through blind walls
just as easily as a breeze
sees itself upon a trembling leaf.
Metaphorical hat-brim pulled low
over smiling eyes.
A mind-view of a world made new
just for a moment.
There will be more, more realizations.
I will watch a hedgerow bird
eye a seed
that no other creature
can see,
and I will tell the sky.
I awoke into a sea of stars. No filters between our souls. Like a rabid sensation of time past forth. Melodies from your fingertips echo within, as the vibrations solidify the end of laws.
Within this eternity we float endlessly, tumbling through unpaved desires. This sensation was bliss, until I awoke once more. I withered and died. Realizations in time, the heart cannot function without you in mind.
"Realism"
Living in a bleak world,
The realizations of the people.
All the broken dreams,
Crumbling as the world turns.
Broken souls walk the streets,
With empty minds,
And faded eyes.
Days on end,
Walking the same circuit.
Dark nights with no dreams,
And bright days with no future.
The day reality is known,
Is the day that pattern starts.
Realism is inevitable,
And makes the world pointless.
INSTINCT
no fantasy fool
of influence
no brooking
interpretations
vinebranched veins
intuition causing
winecultured
realizations
no airy formless
misconception
no seeing through
the looking glass
only sunbeams of
scorchedmarks
commanding
sky vista’s prompt
abbreviation
words defining mottled lining
prose describing
characterizing
instincts of
obscurity
© Kim van Breda—14 September 2015
I think I wish I would
All the things
I think I wish I would have said
Many times
Many nights I stay awake with regret
I look into the future optimistically
Hoping & praying
My eyes will eventually see
My dreams
My realizations every want & every yearn
The light
The sliding path through every wrong turn
I seek knowledge philosopher
Guiding, leading, leading & guiding
To where I think I wish I would have gone
Form:
Early Light
I stir to early light’s
whisper of morning
while still awash
with dreams’ endless calling
of spirits
gods
prayers and chants
echoes of conversations
angels
love
affection
silence of dawn
and realizations yet to come,
and so I arise
to a note without a song
and mouth the words
of a poem yet to be
when spring calls for summer
endless yearning
to become
to be
the many lives I’ve dreamed.
Wrapped in the reaming
red rustic
ribbons of right and
wrong ,but as
our lives tragically
tremble along
towards their end .
All those
antipathetic
thoughts begin
to brashly
bleed and blend.
Their overwhelming
oceans of
numbing neurotic
notions into
one vital
viewpoint of
vulnerability.
Where they
rationally rush
towards their
ruptured
realizations
that there’s no
need to proceed
in the fight .
As they’ve finally
seen the light.
Sensing an out of character emotion
Realizations come forth;
Desiring a future without agony,
Only requiring a cure;
A cure that will never fabricate,
Pray to the heavens above,
For a way out,
Freedom-
From this perpetual torture,
Strength with zest is the solitary hope,
Seek out the freedom-
With one’s willful spirit,
Drive within will guide one to the obscured wealth-
Wealth of ordinary living,
When all falls down-
Embrace the will to survive.
Remember me as much as you do,
i will do as much love as you do.
Do not think that I'm no longer aware,
Remember your every heart beat me does.
You want me as much as much I want you.
I swear on your head,I will spend my life in your love.
Remember me as much as you do.
I will do as much love as you do.
From the realizations I have lived in this things.
You know I want for you,I have face every difficulty.
Remember me as much as you do.
I will do as much love as you do.
Form:
It's a word that was created to control
It has no real meaning
People use it
People think they understand
But there's nothing to understand
It's like someone saying they need you
To get something from you
There's no law
But to get what YOU want
And not care for the other person
People make up rules as they go
What's the wrong thing?
What's the right thing?
But the only thing
That you have to do
Is to do for yourself
My
C-conceptions
O-or
N-not
T-trusting
R-realizations
O-of
L-love
Tired
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I’m tired of the expectations
I’m tired of my realizations
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I’m tired of the criticism
I’m tired of the pain
and I’m tired of being plain
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I could go on, yes it's true
but I won't because that would take up to muh room
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
and
I’m tired of being tired.
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