Poetry Dead Poets Society

[ClaveVesari]

Coldest winds churning in the belly, Eroding inscriptions on walls of repelling failure, Assembled bricks as canvases, Now a frozen vast descent Displayin silently gathered words compact for protection Against the wrath of anyone who lacks discretion, belaying Every paths' resistance, blurring inertia and opposition, Can't stop, Never adjourning for simply simple, symphonic synergy Directly driven to written remnants of restricted sentences That soon afflicted shifts in gauntly finished walls defendin A mind collapsing all upon entering a cryptic hollow hall Of enigma’s immersion alluring awe, dispersing thoughts And leading to Rest in wake of Autumn’s fall, A Calling slumbering, Hidden in all of us, thawing souls' tundra covered gardens, Where forgiveness’ fruit is proof all the suffering was a pension, An extension with no other endin but reason for existence, For grievance and then rejoicing, an impending deliverance Of choices’ meaning we explored, but never breached Before and only received impedance in contoured vision, Praying we could only but conceive sense of the dreams Given in beams that dim with reality bending the ease, Controllin life is like sprintin with knees, falsely directed Attention on problems that cannot be fixed, only problem Is addiction to not admittin any wrongs ridden so obvious In conscience, conscious deprivation of truth, lost in Ignorance, just constant pilgrimage on concealed tread, Chose to lose, composed a hindrance, expose the thorns, Loophole in their truth to misguided mindsets, to the core, Where hordes of defiance store islands in a war on all sides A product of an artificial alliance to torture the wise, And a majority of the population, only senseless apprehension Of diction telling renditions of ailing conditions amidst Compelling transmissions of all the things we’ve missed Like a picture in a picture of the depiction of our desires We only hittin the surface of an art made lividly vivid, Inspired within distractions, only opponent is the beholder, Self worth is pertinent to discernment of whether we help or hurt, In entirety, regardless of how reality prior fell with sobriety, Whether woes transpired blight, or inspire leaves Is context to night's light compared then to a day's time Where depths decompose death alive and drape green, From degrade to Jade scenery, pride a mane colossal, Adept at resurrectin means of superseding fallen Past presence with reflection in regiments, regaining An edge again, just the faintest, like brittle waves That ripple astray endless, in wind’s grip, still contained In a lake’s rim, but ambitions chase breezes for ages Alas escaping, Breaching limits that stones laid. Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

drawing breaths with artistry,

a..

language of thoughts,

fostering..

a nostalgic being,

in..

sentimental siege,

all

of

brain

in
all
range


clad in armor of pad-paper


planes

to take off in

& land on


a place

to never again be bothered

off of planet

brought-up

by otherworldly margins

in a home to words
and

visions,
still in process of transcription

ambition, i still stand by
militia of will on standby

still i'm..

constrained

to limits,
bound to terrain

of recycled knowledge,
permeating garbage into oblongata
transmitted via virus,
denial of onslaught of education,

and the briefer accreditation, toward..
two..well
really
three
empty majors


to obtain just briefest burst of confidence
that..
anything I do means a fraction of what i first thought it did
'cause people ain't applaudin it
or 'cause that wasn't how i was taught to live, chase with no outcome,
really told how to live, taught to bend..

over..
&

i'm over

that shit..
'cause that shit,

made me

bat shit,

crazy

a phasing of mind
above matters


sooo over
matter

a
shift
to

whatever is after
plasma

a shift in energy to sift,
find,
&
own, own intent

gain own respect,

then make any situation
my domain, to reflect..

per se..


my thirst trained frustration to motivation,

make momentum a cadence to juggernaut

thru adults distraught

who only stay 'cause it's a job
only around to constantly condescend
and use that to walk all over,
weakest links in strongest position
to
use fallen hopes
entrap
what enthralls
minds of youth

...while i sneak thru trap door,

reveal (an)other reality(t-ies)
kaleidoscope of choices

&span of
walls & walls

hallways
walked along,
until paths became law,


where i could stare,
at the hearts,
of ones who stood and taught us.
without being a part of ||
them <-----------------------<--
|
V
ashamed and scared
to ever face
the thoughts of
becoming lost cause
or lost, 'cause
right when they thought that
they had shit on krogan lock,
(like everyone who's alive)
life said,
"oh, hold up"
-& dropped in thresher maws-
and
in reply of shock,
they reply w/ dishonest hearts
lovestruck by ego's charm,
with which they wonder in awe,
wandering off,


never embracing wisdom in days lived

no, just stay in dis..

display failed transitions of derailed ambition
In front of Pupils, who sittin,
takin in, dreaming of
becoming greater
than the soul before them,
a spirit still driven to forever chasin'

rchin before touching the top or bottom,
just circlin' problems,
a cycle of hate, & instead of restartin,
had to make it complicated,

all skulls on legendary
whilst resortin' to try hardin, lost in
anger..

out of fear of being forgotten,
emerges pride undefined
& tainted

causing all in front of
to disintegrate
to smithereens,
pitch black pov now,

overshadowed by passing past waves
that makes them
condescend to elevate


ignorant.

more specific,

ignorant to the fact,
that it's possible to be ignorant..

impossible not to be..

arrays of misinterpretation,
radiantly radiating blame on students aging,
just waitin.
or waitin for a reason

to engage in,

believe

but instead just misbehave


i tried to dismember and delay

didn't
always
work.

but
i
always
put in work,
every day

feigning &
waitin silent
for the time when
it was safe to escape,
training to protect and teach any who secede
to conceit, of others..
how to fight back and fight with
what you fought to learn to be right.


make sure drive is free of any ounce of foul bias,
maintain a sole desire
to find
balance,

weight-wise i'm...
only sided to resizing
peace of minds’ states..ignore, record, close books. And store.


Seeing a single race, endless potential.


Peaks beyond our Sol’s existence.


Patrolling distant lights in skies above.


From here on I’m only speaking biased toward a pride instilled in life, no more pride in might.


Writing based on finding the right


Words to describe ideas, inscribed with The Mightiest,


Idealistic in sight’s trim, a righteous rim, finding out daily this is more of a fight than predicted,


So many objections, how to explain them becomes a drawer of cables,


Tangled cords mixed, a mess of mass discretion break away the paths’ progression,


So how to relay said hopes’n opinions with flow and rhythm has become the extract of biggest obsession

Always bounce back with direct direction, from troubles I elude by jumping up on joust equestrians to stick it out with doubt and pity, Directin weapons toward negativity to secure a victory against the likes of evil, gold medalist perfection,


Reactivate negated dreams, defibrillate any being left behind and convene in rehabilitation,


Away from lies and emerge unafraid, a lion wild when


Complying to mal-authority, forget the order of things, like a coup,


Like I’m Luke, I draw my light of truth and smite the roof caging tolerance,


Then I light the fuse leading to the point where you want to disconnect completely,


An artist’s mission; to bend “reality” around the ones leading and defend the soul without technicalities,


Non-generic talent to bring death to flawed morality, born in sin, but found that better than


Being bored, free of lore able to distinguish what is permissible


Toward myself and dismissin those who ridicule, ones who didn't live full,


Those didn't win fools, who focus attention on instances of chances missed,


Steady


Descending electrical currents, discharged negativity to bring


jetstream connectivity to repressed neural energy,


Trek through a universe, telepathy to the muted me, suppressed relativity of relative tales, reveal trails, look like ninetails,


My failures pale in comparison to inner murals of flames, Amaterasu lyrics, vivid paints, cel-shaded imagery to share frames of memories,


Or portraits of Watercolor flow in diction, lyrics renditions, eccentric linguist, all tomorrow and to infinity,


Distant because I'm weary to adhering decisions people try reliving,


Clearly headed to perfection and I travel gravel discarded from


Shattered mountains my mind has battled absent of intricacies,


A promise to remain a person worth the mention of words delivered,


Imprison deceit, like a prism shimmering enlightenment is released,


A schism in derivatives and who I'm changin into presently


And no more givin in, given them more than sufficient definition


Might just be a blur because of all this sprintin With letters


Resemblin a piston burst, ricocheting embedded urges off of pages, forming leaded barriers,


Thus creating that schism, separating harbored confidence and people hating,


Hoping by the time they catch me, I'll already be ahead of


Where they didn't think I'd step, adept enough in sabotages,


crept up like a larcenist, beg no questions, answers are always an option,


Remaining slept on but my alarm is gettin ready, bells bangin


Eyes open, targeting instantaneously,


One above runner up, marksmen lock, C'zar in archery


When arms volley pens across tarps of bark and bleed


Words seen in endless dreams, all apart from envies, greed,


And anything tempting me to dismissing potential genius,


End up regrettin decisions, Like why I ain't do that? Over what?


Because I believed what people said and disapproved of?


What I'm doin had me confused but not too soon after did


I see through the crafted abyss of blame, made grafted from lavish and sin did the rest become latter,


Realized the here, now I've appeared from dreams, clean as Casper's seen,


Laughin while I'm rappin in my head, absent minded


To dettachments distracting me from finding time for more important matters,


typin into drafts what you view and leave the medulla interactin


With that sensation I'm attractin, producin classics, compacted in the back of minds,


Intrusive lines matched to muses alike, imported traction


To remove the fractions, causing friction, depleting factions of my blissfully factored fiction,


I abstractly live in, making peace out of the non-existent to


Apply to how I'm livin, find the light and deliver to the withered,


And despite all debatin, I ended ignorant intentions and interpretations


Erased irrelevance in a future I'm inventin, no more taking any notions


Of people's wisdom, and I'll admit it, what's spoken ain't always potent


But I stay open, so I'm given what I'm givin, disownin focus in peeps


Hopin for me to give in, consulted opinions insultin my intelligence,


Only a fifth a percent completed till I'm the person they predicted I'd be,


Redirectin high beams, still learning to finally eclipse and diminish dim


Witted people missin bigger pictures imprinted in visions emitted via


Antennas, receivin indica signals, absorbin instrumentals, mental drive,


As I instant transmission to beyond light years and I’m gone again,


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

We walk amongst the truth, speak to seek nothing else. In a world where good is only, &evil's truce dont prevail. We.. live within ourselves, risk fear every moment our lives are left to dream in relic. From subtleseconds2overthoursharassing,whole,oursoul. Still...prevailing hints of practice help us, For forever.. may hope survive anything attempting to deprive.


We lose things we love,give up people so closely held. &no longer can we help ourselves at the loss of those we once could speak, could tell. We wait.. in agony, and apathy imagining that somewhere in rain hailed is you, and just to breathe means i believe to stay alive is proof to believe leads forward. And what was thought important before it, flourishes into sharper view of what's more than, of deported horrors over which led to most of mournin and from courted amore comes our mornin, coursin' rays above, that warm skin, beginning lore's replenishment.


And even though we have all come to sin, Something deep inside loves us despite all we've been. In light of fallen strength, come the darkest, dimmed, harken-less times that none do seek. And even when we are lost, can we find. Toward every peak do we drive ourselves en voyage from A past deep below, but not far behind. We are what we do not want. We are written deep in ageless tomes, a history driven by ambitions blind.


Still, held within our hand writes the pen to time's story, time's purpose, life's meaning, life's development, development of a mutulated mental, thoughts debated existence, placement in time/space, debate truth, debate reality;
my truth,
your truth, his truth, her truth.
A world weighted against meditated whims in a muse where lie lyrical lore to defend,maintain sanity, stayed deep within. Strayed from hate toward breaks, where births many blends of reason to be brave. No word spoken or believed, none allowed could ever describe or amount to the life lived, so don't allow all the loud mouths to bring you down again, just rise, time after time. And after, we pray we die as wise as we needed in the people's eyes, as they needed, just as we needed, of any we've despised or have forgiven, so that we all see the power we possess to survive past malice intent, or see others diseased by likes of evil. And this is a single mind thinkin' just fine, lust deprived, a must drive, realizin' what's inside is more important than the crust we sight and if we can dig past the empty flatlands we can see the beauty we disguise as simplicity when it's really far confined. So take these lines, take all you need and let the answers bleed as a river to endless seas, where change ceases to defeat the peace we once believed in. The End. We win. Peace. Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Constantly lost in politics, thickenin fogs, a frothy prison,


Grimmest harbinger of fallen pardons, explicit harbors where the forgotten drift,


Forgiveness margins enigmatic caution, causin distances to drastically farther,


An emptying magic, darkness quickly creeping upon the fallen and those


Who will eventually fall in,


Dwelling souls, well departed to hopeless halls,


Which keep extendin in length,


Where reasoning becomes the furthest thing from simplicity,


Closer to hell, remote from bliss’ ring, becoming hardly whole in assimilation, semi-being,


In suspension, mid-air ascension before reality kicks in, Gai-sensei rendition


out of nowhere, like "clave-sempai, notice me," while i stare in trance at dreams


And I'm fish against them ------> the harvesters, picking apart,
dissecting hearts of men, to the molecule,

Atomically targeting until it splits, and horror breathes,


What’s left of truth’s control receding from constant removal of proofs, fully obvious in their view,


From prominence in thoughts' end,


To a continent of options, I'm unable to take part in,


Loyal to a life long promise, lost in heart's province,


To livin in the providence of a clock's rim,


Finally to a sidewalk and a box for rent,


No more roofs or food for thoughts,


no more fuel, only ruled by the lost,


Switchin pull to fools who always argue, too full of themselves


Like the full moon confusin where the hell


Its illumination hails from,


So No use for any fakin, I only seem to be used to failin,


But due to faith’s existence, feral is my ambition,


Pharrell with lyrics, Neptune blizzard spittin,


Eclipsin resistance, Grindin 'gainst the futile


To compile nuclear pyres, fusion within potential


And fission to any opposition,


Illusive positioning, very used to flakin, never used to needing,


So I immediately cut completely


From enemies and contagion in the population when it betrayed me,


Seceding to a window, stationed next to paper and a pencil,


Moleskin layers, Ludovico playin, Dim lit engagement,


Been lit Green and now I'm raisin' in illumination within imagination,


Don't need a laugh or vacation, no relaxation,


Always un-amused by the same s*** from the same lips,


Monotonous conversationalist,


Drawing self-embellished paintings, strewn down the same halls of isolation I escaped from,


By replacin hate sent with cryptic patterns of livid neural waves, abstract in nature,


Newly created memories repainting, Okami rejuvenation, scenery floods and rains upon canvases,


Displacing fears with answers and then


The air doesn’t seem so thick and the pain not so permanent,


Erasing the shame in mistakes amidst the strokes and smears of age,


Vivid liquids that mend away,


Turnin misinterpretation into an elixir for the hatred,


A language in relation to emotions, not just entertainment,


Setting clear the separation between devotion of soul and frustration when coping,


Control over motivation or vice versa, verses versus verses, first person versus desertion,


Open notebooks up like hearses, insertion of coercive cursive,


A heart's excursion on short sleeve shirts, I bleed on bark,


And that clots on teeth,


Sheets fall like rocks or stall like leaves,


While I talk to myself for peace,


Pleas for ease in piecing me, please,


Showing my own feels to sync, spread and heal when others' feels begin,


So let these portraits of a visionary be my wearily chosen mission statement,


I will distribute agelessly, vocabulary innate in assembly,


Blatantly hindering enemies before they realize they're an end to me,


Ninja tongue, defending dreams, synonymous to deadly wit,


Mind about to Neeson chop and strangle necks, break in, arrest,


Perpetuate colossal mosh pits of inner thoughts in outer space around my planetary face, head of office




epode of my muse in saga length,
already know this is epic


and an odyssey is life in sonic shoes


clock’s resemblance to a track, where a race against fate takes place

'round and around a ring to never cease pursuit of truth
or faith that I can win.






Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

In the beginning I was never established to any divination, religion wasn't mentally erasing,


As time passed people pressured and patronized me endless,


I then acquired around 57.37 for every penny thought, pensively rich like Mr. Walt, cryogenic memories,


Disney arch in bridges of lyrics connectin art and the realism in life's true depiction, usually displayed as dark,


What would prove to be an unstoppable movement of discardin loose change,


I made distinction between real and fake, not by past ordeals or faith,


The irony in the fact my doubt is what overcame every reason to make a mental Sabbath


Housed to blind faith, conceit in a belief separated everywhere you see it,


A world divided by lines and lies, government or religion organized,


See a pattern I do, I did, I don't need to read about all of the greed and deceit all around,


On the tv or pc, printed pulp of trees branch ignorance in news discussed,


Or rather
blabbered
sublime
like a virus, attachin to vital patches,


Makin vagrant passions idle, trading binds for better ways to keep you chained,


No Mclains, just disciples in a spellbind to illogical,
ill-brought up ideals


Makin people real and not unsighted to the cited, tiny writing,


Decline in faith in mankind's unkind underlyin intentions,


What is logic without contingent, what is law if justice is illegitimate,


What is the world if proof of the fore results in continuing contradictions of the latter and we just sit by
let it happen


Sayin it's too hard to be happy is a good example of mass misdirection in guiding the potential in people's passions to end


not able to learn without risk, decisions on what in the garden's ripe or tripe fruit,


conversed with many deeply about their lives and mine too,


for my whole life as far as I can remember, meeting minds cubed, seen both sides of every face


Of thoughts conceived and the ones not yet received, done plenty thinking,


All I've seen is a country currently senile from currency, payment equivalent


To time fading, in the meanwhile recurring any and everywhere, jeezus, it's like everybody fuss,


Every continent, maybe not Antarctica, but regardless of any talkin or


Any promises, mountains from molehills, from every corner in Earth's civilization,


Since the dawn of intelligent interpretation, indecent people


Have blurred meaning in believing and that's as far as anything,


In every region of every generation have there been people seeking truth in purification,


Which suggest a better question, what's the acquest in being a certain denomination


Because if contested, they end with damnation of the non-converted,


Or unequal regard for balanced status in purpose or as far as it can maintain inference,


I live for no deterrence, believe good is everywhere, but it's still a little blurry,


we make a way, no need to hurry, not a jury, more a journey, not an option is deference,


Yoda slur and I still bet it's gone be heard clear, no more worries, love to love, no more hurt is deserved here.


Church, and that's the world. Preach.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

hope you enjoy these poems,
been long enough since I've opened,

so what’s wrote here
is longer.

on top of
pages sequoia length
using imagination hyperbolic-time flow when in compositions.

bestowin lines, one by one, to unlock hope-propelled force
when eyes wander pages, following every cursive curve
to intervene tension, intercept destructive conductors for depression
caused by rise in/ an accumulation of negative
charges,
lodes charged by
arcs of ideas risen over extended period,
a mental-pause
no birthin babies,
no days off or on vacation,
just endless effort,
and time spent to consider
next decision
only an ellipsis stasis,
to pause mentally
pay tribute and revisit
thoughts degraded, or friends neglected

pause like Nintendo,
to eat dinner

before it’s cold, tastes of resentment,
sliding down an already coldest chest
bearin truest intentions,
now similar to sloth paws' grip,
skeptic in presence of predators,
another pause to remain calm
from all of norm’s digestion on
my south paw tekken stance, subject to change
steadily staggered to keep 'em guessin,
in a mega melee, tag team arena mode
between every one of these beings
and their baseless, conceited bantering on shit they claim they know
so, i'll get angry ,
if I get angry..
'cause i put trust in a side no longer a stranger, put aside labels
hook phonics, attach to thoughts, book all ideas, nook them,& put online
pressin pause, once again, just in case, take in deep breaths,

a
moment...

for recollection,
to intellectually process the present,
& fast forward through pressures, make wordplay from endeavors
all the while
try to buy me time
and spare mind displeasure from hiding all these lines,
always wondering if it’s better to attribute pride,
be biased toward dreams, in radiance of expectations
reflecting, deflecting, instead of searching for securer ties
in glow of a faint-orange, porch-lit future of content infinite,
cloaked by shroud of ignorance,
an opaque oblivion

to either wait for, or choose to approve all I choose
with a stronger sense of what to do
where to go to find that "do" , follow wondering why's
questionin my every move; keep ego occupied for some time.
keep truth in use, keep love for Truth, to reach deepest distances
defining deeper motive behind pursuit of paths eroded,

find way around dam of voices, stopping chakra flow
blocking mindset to go and let go, remove chock of choices
locking feet in place
either
chase dreams, or loathe them
either
stop wasting time on goals or continue on toward them,
either way,
i still I end up writing out mind, half the time,
a bad habit
of thinkin it’s lunch time, when it’s crunch time
just a burst!!, of ideas..to a flood in mind,
that evaporates, to rain food
for such a thoughtful cannibal,
an animal, stuck in hunt time
roamin' cranial parameters, a rome-like stadium,
a rome w/out any brutus betrayal, or germanic invasion,
no collapsing,
i make full course, in full force, my own track & traction,
presidential passion, pioneer of growth in hope from anger;
ronin/rioteer slashing throats of loathe & fear,
lies & anguish,

meaning is now the Home

and i’m Forrester, on most occasions
lovely to me
to be left alone

zone

and be free

from true isolation,
to redefine, no, renovate limits like halls of castles spreadin from DNA,

leading to roofs, raising being from half staff
to saluting empires of past and present acceptance
no more predictions, or master plans

only assumed direction and adaptive passion,
always fittest, so regardless of destination,
or where I land, presence is foremost and always welcomed,

whether I am
or not,
but okay, whatev,
bet I’m still gone write,
yep,
bet I'm still gone type,
gone...
but bet I'll be right


back,
and bet I’m still gone knock,
bet I still remain as obsessive as day one,
towards an art,
so check the tech of this little apex poet’s grip with rhythm
floetry fountain runneth over and I keep it coming
like a porno, and yea. good. that’s a wrap,

credits roll.

to where credit's due,

horde of spun gears in wholesome work,
cog-nizant abundance here,
an aggressive submissiveness,
self competitive modes of progression shown in an impressive stanza collection,
goin all the way back
’07, low and undetected,
007 impressions all the way to present moments when presenting poems
until 117's the logo,
a decree, a reminder I'm free to freely move motive
steer hopeless to fearless, be ready at any moment to clear psyche's cache.

and it couldn’t be made more clear (I think),
that this here can’t be on apprentice level shit,
not anymore, no where near,
I’m better than,
mirror Anakin,
made aware of hidden tandems to extend hands and ego, and advance
never see lose, never lose sight, neck & upper deck loose,
rubber neck my own , guava juice, grip too tight to let loose,
clearly overfed narcissist led to colossal wake,
clearly must be my heritage to speak with arrogance
bred to wake, a step inevitable as dawn to day, incredible
a timeline only meant for me,
where i endlessly skywalk

pacin'..
walkin'..back and forth, typing in light of phone
blogs of a bomberman noggin, so pardon the post-ignited fury,
& sparks from muse are used to light the fuse

moving through my spine,
to the keys I strike,
to viewable words through screens of yours,
to BOOM!
my H2O line of sight
crosses w/ Alkaline insides...
drowning debris sinking six feet in fire’s keep
leaving only a smoke flow of unspoken life, rise to flight,

about to air it out, tho,
openin insides to fair against the pain,

just send another verbal hurricane,
under reigns of Hadouken waved verses
bringing pages, like a journalist, cursor brain attached to qwerty nerves,
constant saving, birthing a freeze frame nature to nurture critiqued allure,
from observin to shining light on might of mind on mind excursion,
lyrics of Merlin, magickal bound occurrence of astounding verbal wizardry,
showin beauty in comprehension between the likes of those alike

and others who talk against,


so much hate... yet so little mercy
despite what they claim to be in the first place,
so next to action, I narrate..
my part,

a poetic curator, organizing deep extractions
of
Art within an Art..

still a little off cause of time off, still far from set Par,


Seeing only as far as I’m made able, free of cataracts


and until the rest is made available I place my faith in words,


Come out unscathed and church


Clean, from housing Temple worship,


Sermons of mental journeys, Hobbit-length, traversing Misty Mountain cliffs,


Where Stone Giants wage war, Bid on shoulder’s girth, a foundation never destroyed,


Only converted, only a change in surface, only courage


Made under fire, slay the dragon buried under the least of worries,


Traded violence and bias for brighter means of time spent,


Breaking dawn of storms, over shores of lore,


Growing force from self-remorse, stored distortion,


From getting used to moving forward,


overcoming obstacles, that before had me stuck in floors, all the lags had me glitchin,


Took a minute but I gathered, from the tension, a meta-genomic grasp


On philosophic-bloodlust in retinas of optics searching for oxygen,


yin-yang-third-eye watchin, a mind concaved to problem solvin at the microscopic,


Supplyin a macro-meson metropolis, comprising atomic gardens,


Ever meso-fixed in topless limits, I can’t stop, no need for friends,


Only accomplice to accomplishin, raising the bar again and again within myself,


Machine-like of John Conner, type neurologic, a bionic Laureate, I been on it,


A token-Conan,


A hint of Homer,


From scarlet bowties and formal clothing


To swinging forth the sword of warriors,


Spreadin life with an aura flourished in poetry,


Sort of like Tenseiga but just as sharp as Tessaiga to slay and defend what’s important,


So I Bakuryūha when cornered, no more warnings to get off my Case,


A Sherlock self-entitlist, just decipherin Edgar Poe whims,


With magnifying-focus, John Locked at poems coordinates,


Geologist-range, Rovin problems over with mecha-method,


reignin hectic over perfect tempo,


Mental metronomes, metabolic gyroscopic, hydraulic steps over all the bulls*** people talkin,


Supplyin medic-tomes to audiences, I guess,


Instead of poems, just a chivalric code in ir-realistic flow,


Just another dose of illness, to strengthen defenses


Here we go and, oh yea, that was just the beginnin’, oh snap, no he didn’t


lul.


So here is my written vaccination, a statement of my mission,


Sick of losing my mind and always seeing accepted ignorance,


Lettin go of trust, just to grab hold of hope I choose to trust again,


Desire to love and forgive poses more importance than holding in


Or holding on to thorns of torn rose stems,


Better at maintaining a utopia within, Jesus-morale through crucial friction,


Yieldin malice to oncoming Semi-driven peace,


Even when afflictions make it uneasy,


I make sure love is not only at its peak when toward family,


Because Kin is everybody I co-Exist amongst, an invisible brand in genes,


Givin me infinitely hope that I can defend beliefs of neighborly bred instincts,


Leading actions to condone sequence of repeated interactions,


Like dominos,


Between


people’s


compassion’s


path’s


Crossing


With that of


My own that I’m steady walkin, not really lookin back,


Exponentially increasing from lack of to getting back up,


Ours, as a world, to combine, or back up, and Choose disbelief,


Giving power to the powers To be, whose power to Be is defiling


Our Choice’s portrait of supposedly empty highlights, making ordinary


Unimportant, so thus this becomes the light of truth and leads life to corrupted view,


Either you losing sight of you or me of myself, misconstruing reason to pay it forward,


So I’m usin lucrative lines to lubricate the minds still a little prude to the nude of life,


Faded from strained engagement, makin the choice to die before you’re ever abused again,


To stand unphased in the face of hate and maintain a level stage of patience, that few appreciatin,


Proof that even in the height of uselessness, truth exist in a dimension fixed from vision,


Rooted fixture of a singularity, opposing ideals varying, extend as phloem,


Still can't elude the speed of photons in a system of life and physics where the right to choose, itself,


Is the life in what lives stand for,


Beyond the physical, a Worth indivisible, formed from what we did and didn’t do,


Warm with smitten, passive light, passin every night and day,


By the hour, orbit revolutions of quintupled Arcturus regions, knowledge empowered brain,


Observin league’s descent uncharted, breeching in darkest hour,


Gravitate my beliefs to massive reason, dimension of must equalin mass of love


To not corrupt where hearts conduct or infest all I possess with lust,


Hope I can maintain the way I touch hearts and pump in months of hardwork,


I keep learning from how I feel to why I feel that way,


Found difference in being indigent and being ignorant,


Intelligence directly reflectin indignant wisdom, transmittin,


Referrals I purpose of personal Shells in ideals, splurging words earnestly


To enter these journals, but if I’m supposed to, what’s the purpose,


Who am I to deserve such a love to words, just an observer


With judicial poetic touch,


And if it’s certain, to whomever, that fate is written, a moral contingent imminent to emptyin,


then what’s the Purpose to existence other than fulfilling an omni-present minister’s wishes of progression,


So I’m administering this obsession to keep anyone who’s missin those “blessings” to please hold on for new direction because I’m tired of seeing depression used as weapons, ammunition from confusion spreadin, duly attentive to fully removin this sickness in sentenced remedies,


Imprison the Nil of pre-destined influences, bring immunity to kill tetanus infections,


Yet still refusing to refute my messages’ meaning even when people misread or dis-link from me


In fear of appearing foolish when light’s free, wool lids over open eyed fools,


Mule witted minds losin focus,


Allusive motive to controlling themselves,


Soo they leave it to forces brail, leaving me to expose


Where the heart is and what it is I was composed to do, go through,


With an ambition prone to fail, I suppose, According to premeditated rulings,


Meaning everyone can’t avail, so only some progress while others are rejected,


Some succeed, some fail, some live, some dwell, well, all alive, but none feel,


Not one well,


And once accepted they remain as frail as I stay mute, but that’s changin soon,


Realizing the truth to stay ahead, never aim to win, life is better played at whim,


Not a favor to anyone to stay blind because you believe you have no play in it,


And claiming peace, while inside, you fake as s***,


So no more resigned use of…


Of life in muses, only new identities I can side by, fuse with,


Away from what therein lies of pre-inscribed mysterious finds, binding will to higher kinds,


Leaving little clarity between actuality and their desire,


Entirety of irrationality blurring passions with pre-happenings,


So I’m writing packet-deep, massive thesis type lyrics,


Not on what life is, more on what it should look like,


Negate effects of strife in what we go through every day


In dreaming and seeking Faith, ending wake of endless waking, like Kenny’s nature,


Mysterion mind deliberating meaning in decisions that supposedly lead us, survival of the fated,


Achievements naked, blank sheet, feat-less wasteland of failures, aka


Someone else's graceland’s sake,


Astray a world of involuntary reflexes, committed daily,


So what are we without the choices that we make?


And what are reached achievements if choices obsolete,


Our thoughts subjection leaning toward subjective mercy,


Always worrying things will turn for the worse, or should service us,


Circling merit, false in essence, always expectin credit, all these undeserved expectations,


Just another damn reason to instruct and detain, trained to hush,


Contained in corruption, so I break away and lead myself free of it,


Free of following a truth untold, or rushed through,


I slow it down,


Piercing meaning, rupturing relations between changes in Being


And being thankful for living,


Every reason I find, convenes in front of spleens,


Instead of wasting time slaving to understand something always changing


I can easily provide more beauty with “ordinary” in wording, ordaining my own action,


Than any do with reasons still a mystery because they believe in divinity’s selection,


Well I believe everyone, no matter skin, beliefs, see a peace, regardless of objective,


Peace is the seed that exist in you and me, me in you and you in me, nothing sexual,


Just technical, so here's to findin triumph in effort hulled, fighting for survival of hope in better situations


Distribute it mainstream, with only precedence toward bestowing bravery,


Traversing in shoals of intricate migrations, from skull to throat,


Talkin over people trollin the same thing, about damnation, nuclear devastation, or no hope in humanity,


Betraying speaking peace in pieces, plain to see,


Disarray in creation of fate-sung predicaments


So I remain an algebraic humanist, Ethos patron instinctively,


Regardless of what will be, only means to believe in,


And I choose to believe then,


From the whole of me, giving heed in forms of rhyming reads,


Waiting for the time to reach and grab my chance before it passes me…


My chance to be, to chance is to breathe in depths of stress, under endless seas of probabilities,


Chance is the rise to waves accent to cling to being, where wind swiftly leads a symphony


Of dreams and just when air seems di-minished, chance then Links courage to cappin fear,


Ceasing deceasing of a dwindled breeze, bringing back forgotten memories,


Connected to the past, of where one love met another,


Growth in a happiness conceived bliss, paintings above everyone;


A past's collage of pensive imagery, collision of Imagination and color,


As wind in the sky blows to soothe the dried, pacifyin,


Past trees, to carry seeds to where they land and breed,


Chance is the treaty between faith and reason,


So tired, so much time to chancing, less to myself, more to finding pride,


Wealth applied to build a health in a life worth more than itself, meant to help,


Enrich those left with doubt, pursued in talents used to salvage faith and shelter,


Compelling thoughts of jealousy and hatred, still a becoming, in the making,


No black and white, I’m in the gray, changin, becomin blanker to a race based on skin,


A lot of work in becoming the change I wish to see replacing all the deceit and greed shit,


To give people something to believe and then proceed to give them reason guaranteeing chance,


Fairing change in paths and enhance the passion made elastic by creating a canvas of emotions gathered


When faced with resistance in liberation from fated actions, I supply my own motivation,


I never tire, never slack, forever writing, sometimes gaming,


I design, repay debt and fines,


I find when lost,


I admire the quaint breeze,


I aspire to aspire,


Seeking others to re-fire fired dreams,


Finally seeing the beauty in dying leaves,


I am only but the comprisee, comprised to further ideas beyond that Comprising…


And at every Dawn of Morn’, perfect timing,


Lightly sun brushed adorned emotions course vibrantly,


Alarm chime got me up like Doug and Russell,


Carl Orff auricular consumption as I rise to shining,


Leaving bunks made comfortable, plying a nine to five,


Adrift corrupted, yet functional systems of injustice,


That people blindly trust in, such a numb to love world,


So I’m livin sure of what I want, but never deserving,


More for serving, because I see a turning in returning,


Learning TM 27, to defend without hesitation, those hurting,


Putting plenty work in, stayin sturdy, steady, stern,


So no more sleep, reenergize my mind with ultraviolet multi-focused drive,


Never tried thriving in just one type of art, renaissance rhymes or charcoal lines,


Bars of ideals primed in furnace fire,


Filled from philosophical mines I, from time to time, step inside to dig further,


Almost a decade, now, dedicated toward a storyline that transformed to novels,


From Lanowen to Cenoria,


From one part to over four, comic-concepts


From porch bottom to views with No horizon,


Just me and Hiz,


From RP to a simple Story, to a Foyer of plots,


Elevating floors high, Glory rises to tell of the dormant tales,


Tales of war, Tales of cheer, Tales Galore, Tales of Fears,


A tale of Fictional artists, just tryin to stay in chime tune with reality,


Eyes open, as trays of a balance-beam,


We only dream To chase them, after, running mentally to catch them,


Dippin off through darkened streets, literally,


And when dusk begins reality slumbers in Dippers over me,


Ephemeral solace into the evening, leaving me in


Pleasant never ending brinks, extinct of larks or peeps,


Sole existence of a solo dolo sidewalk dreamer,


A roamin Caesar, Rome enthusiast


To scenic artistry of stars gleaming in navy-bluest skies,


Light mists of moonlight sonata-like cloaks linger through the night,


A bliss as infinite as the stars are distant, holdin my hopes in suspension,


Ensuing thoughts to compose notes in my dome or on moleskine,


Brim-row view in opera lands, Baritone parlando, harking heartfelt cantos,


Stealing back the hope I robbed myself of, so no more dead silence,


No sounds, just NC headphones and instrumentals to get my mind scheming,


Socratic Luther King in Light and in my sleep,


Still a modern Machiavelli, to stand for what’s right,


Keep what's on back and neck protected, look like an easy


Target, but I promise that that ain’t promised,


Fingers crossin keyboards like twist ties,


Butter bread lines, sun-beams, from always goin ‘gainst the grain,


In an Adidas skully over curls as I stroll the lunar World,


Lennon-shoes, solar-albedo Chuck Soles Chauffer luster, a sulfer glow of soulful surges from Sol-lit sources, shone off earth’s surface, in all directions, time reversin from my inertia, I surf a universe of Umi-verses, rainin fiercely, floodin nyxheim, floodin notebooks, flood computers, on my flood the world s***, only observable once I give life to words shaped in a matrix muse, wor-ship of my curse or gift, I make that discernment, man what the hell, I been murkin, think it’s time for me to call the curtains, I’m outta here, peace and heart, hope you enjoyed the work,


Fin

 

[ClaveVesari]

We yell, we scream, we cry, we dream, we try to believe, we fall, but cling, maybe to nothing, maybe to others, maybe to life, maybe to sleep. We reason, we think, we feel, we breathe, but with every step taken we remain in cease of every fault committed and flaw we see. We call for hope, we call for peace, we fall in love to find these things. We find a glance, we bind to it, we ignore our scars and mindlessly lie in bliss and ask why when it ends. Not why now, or why me but why again? We are physically alive, but mentally dead, so we strive to fight, but hide in defense behind our false sense of confidence, wondering why we sit, wait and deny our strengths. I've spent years upon years reflecting upon places went and people met, about who I am and what this meant, about who I've hurt and the pain they're in, about truth and deceit, about the intent of a promise that was never kept, or why it was said, what feelings inspire them or where were they left. I've thought about love and lust, hatred and disgust, what drives us to seek and what drives us to trust..the questions are endless, the capacity unknown..all I know is I've grown quite tired of being alone.

 

[Grey]

I assume this, and your other poetry, are intended for slam or recital? The structure implies as much, but I wondered.


I also notice they're all titled after films. In this case, I can't actually see a relationship between title and text.


That said, the text it self is... well, not quite meaningless, but the meaning is incredibly opaque so it looks like an exercise in verbosity without purpose. Would you care to contextualize it a little?

 

[ClaveVesari]

Standin on porches while jammin the warm up, brandishin torches upon gettin colder, gettin older, gettin closer to closin, gettin warmer towards closure, remember my mission, collision into the answers, insurance for my plannin, rewardin what was taken for granted, mistaken my importance, manage coordinates of faith in Sideline Stories, spammin over beats anuaully, spannin architecture of bars internally or courageously on social network feeds, fannin the flames of doubt to the hearth of beds to fuel ever-burning dreams, but I stay hittin the snooze all day to retain my use of plasmic-traits, refuse to move in the way of myself, so I'm waitin, solely certain, so I'm only breathin to refurbish the soul and maintain a scorch eternally in this cole world, with the purpose of servicin thermodynamically, a fire attire, through the wire I rise to bring alignment, a balance with ballads, idly teeming courage through the teeth of seams in line's amend, string theorizing a universe of rhymes, comprising verses slept on, parallel to insomniatic edges where my mind converts lightyears of ideas to compressed glint that busts inside when I decide to fight against the Arctic climate of man, articulate until I find an ideal temp within, man now I'm just ridin wind, freestylin as fast as I can type it in, so right here is where I'll finally end, but never will I resign. 


Fin. 


In the time spent alone, I reminisce of times distant. Far from present convictions. I step aside, I need air, stress imbued with every breath. Attempt to regather memories to feel anything familiar, steps that lifted, doors I've entered, the whole process of it all. Wondering what's missing, if anything, and what's the difference between fantasies and what I see, Big world, Fake people,  so I indistinguishably combine dreams with reality, everyday,  conceive originality, not by leading but by following feeling, regardless of my tendency to see through my mind's scheme, dub myself as tripe, deem intent manipulative or feeble. The other side stands with unlimited pride and purpose to defeat Null, the not contrived from outside part of instinct for survival, a mirror for the lives of other people. A wisdom stockpiled from ignoring soul and potential to do good, writing out my life to my choosing, designating goals unreachable, so I'll always be reaching. Never conceding to being completed.


Fin.

 

[Grey]

I'm just struggling to make sense of it - it's hard to read, relate to, or enjoy when the meaning is couched in such dense encryption. The fact it's not recitation means the almost rap-like cadence and lack of formal structure don't work - they make it harder to parse, more like stream of consciousness without the logic.


The extremely flowery vocabulary adds nothing except confusion. I hate to use the word pretentious, but...


Can you explain what you're trying to communicate with this piece?

 

[ClaveVesari]

Feelings you seem to hide, come on out in the darkest nights.


Mornings that didn't seem to come fast enough,


Now continue poppin' up, when enduring the loss of love


Day by day, shrug by shrug, actin' like we don't give a fuck


But we've actually given up, given I for us,


Lies for eyes, Lust for Love, Trust to anyone who touched


Our hearts and blinded us with words we wondered why


Made us feel the way we felt, future in align with


The stars we mistake for airplanes flyin', dreams to reality


And now the darkest night becomes our greatest light


every mornin' the damage dealt


We overcome flaws by exposing self


Countin' everytime we fall and were 


Cowards, afraid to look in mirrors,


Hangin' inside us, 


at fine lines reflectin off..


Separatin thought and actions


trust and self reliance


lovin or hatin' us..


For mistakes we called mistakes


Or called a waste


Of time, of hindsight. 


feelin' bad when we shouldn't have.


everyday a different path..


than expected.


No more time


No more questions


Just more amore


more poetry


no more perfection


more endless adventures


in a lore of untold stories


and ambitions 


no direction


or destination


always onwards,


always.


Fin.

 

[Grey]

I see. Now it makes more sense.


A lot of it feels superfluous, to that end - you could express more or less everything you're going for here in half the space.


The constant run-on sentences make it hard to distinguish one thought from the next, and the word choice is, well, whatever was conducive to the meter and broadly appropriate at the time, which means some are poor and others downright wrong.


It's just rather... incoherent.


Have you studied any poetry?

 

[ClaveVesari]

Recollectin' on adolescense, past of blessin's, mass collections of thought's impressions, protected by feelings objected prior, what I believed to clog my mind, was simply I uninspired, who I was existed because I was decieved into thinking I was menial, below subs, so I unecessarily blogged every misunderstood underlyin' conceptual thought, from prepared to overbearing, took some time to ready and even more to take off the weights bearing heavy upon my clarity, mental state reassembling cogs stopped cause of strain, but even when I was weary, tired of hearing people not caring, I was sharing inside emotions and pairing up all devotion with imparitive mental motives declaring what shouldn't be incoherent and steadily endeavoring opponents forever to gather focus, so just be glad that I'm here and nowhere close to being provoked to eloping with empty hopes and stay tuned cause I'm open and comin' fearless, forever remote to disappearin..

 

[ClaveVesari]

Never forget the good, nah I won't.


Forever is it cherished deep down in my heart


Beating love fate took, now gone


Now at a time where we're very very far apart


From moments we held at the start


We keep movin' on all the way until we grown


Then we may look back, we may be mad


We may reminisce, remember bliss, so remote


Now, How we moved through the dark


To come out on the top now down to an ember


A flicker in the wind, howling black


The years that we trained together, love kindled


To end up on separate tracks,


No coal in the furnace, no fuel to make it last


You were so in a rush to disassemble


Break free from the shackles you once preferred


To be held by, the rules you once


Abided by, vows you held high, within held pride


But the chains fell in a battle unkind


It was just a matter of time before it all died


The lows and highs, the laughs,


The woes and never knowing where we end up


Always a different story to unfold


It didn't matter where we stood, we would


Always kick back and relax, all good


So when we look back we may try once more


And even if we don't, no worries


You are someone I will always adore, one amor.


Fin.

 

[Grey]

I'm not offended in the least. I'm glad you're taking this well.


Personally I think actively studying something fosters creativity, understanding, and originality - maybe you'd like to take a look at my work and let me know if you feel it's been adversely affected by my education?


I am especially fond of Robert Frost and T.S. Eliot. What about you?

 

[ClaveVesari]

From heavens burning in Red emotions,


Inflamed by passion, falling furies turn to


Ashes toward calming oceans, soothing


Cool, A blue unfrozen, moving, flowing..


Peace from Hopeless, a chance to fight..


When fates seem chosen, a beam of light..


To lift our souls up and help us over.


Screaming thunder from clouds unstable


In lightning streaks, can winds turn tables


In subconscious courage, we become able


To do things we had not thought possible..


Not even maybe, Nought in tales..


Nor in fables, A truth we've moved through


And now became, even if it wasn't fate to.


In raging rounds, our blood thus pounds


Aging every hour, but immortality..


Is somehow ours and with this at hand..


We overcome all we may have planned


With hope in minds and all the time..


We change our pasts..to better find


A future's path that we decide.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Droppin' lines where they fit


Wordly Smith, hit and bang...


Trippin' cause you missin'


Skill, distant will is all it takes


Pickin' diction


any which word


just to finish


And when you lookin' over


All you see is lame,


wishin' for a better wisdom in


the art of explanation, to clearly paint


deeply hued pictures,
internal visions into images with consistency

But in better ways,
weary vocabulary you wish would


Expand instead of tearing
Thoughts as you losin' focus


That carry what you feel


Via will to appeal more


Than the last and all before.


humble unwritten by unsung quills

Idols held in awe, or copied..


above all,
Time calls forth
ticks away at hopes
predominant resounding click
throughout a land once roamed
deluxe edition, lush with life


all in motion, now still
slowed by skips in heart beat
stopped by loss of soul

time lets us watch.


All our faults, all of us


Fall in parts


to form whole


bittersweet resolve
That..


every pause


every skip


every jotted note tossed
link..
to chain progress


a restraint from temptations
and heights tempered


to


fear for ascent


to


heightened sense of caution


to


an art of stationary take-off.


breaking laws of mental systemic
to continue toward horizons
and take breaks from writer's block
to a place where faith waits


by brain
by heart,


by words said..
and the ones kept secret.

lessons learned
wisdom's true power

whether past or future
every failure should provoke pursuit to improve..
against the odds of every circumstantial thought in defense of doubt, to prove its truth

when we realize


we can't achieve


Until we see


We decieved ourselves to believe


We weren't worthy


Or it was too late to redeem,


That we sit upon grief


Over reason really as empty as
air breathed in, to supply a body dreaming
To continue on.


So take a second to re-read


Give yourself another chance


'cause that's all we really need


A bic pen and a mint beat


allowing words the time to dance

fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

A tireless vision with movements


Like clouds,


Adamantly traveling over lands,


Unbiased in its plans, shaping space,


Above all, for eons, until eyes arrive


It's free of the sifting, drifting sand


That calls and proclaims all too precious


The life its prospects hold as highest


And does this entity, unmanned,


Voyage in every such direction, endlessly.


Never be known its start, or its Yin,


Only one thing is sure, but not to men


And what is obtainable knowledge


Is stopped


By walls of water, a maze erotic, fallin'


From a mason's canteen and means for life,


A beginning hollowed indefinitely,


Self-betrayed in every swallow,


Refracting the only light that shone the way


Thus no deliverance of the source for Life,


And there remains


No reason why, no loss of hope,


No desire, no thoughts of loathe,


No thoughts, none.


A mind unprovoked,


As each Hand doth know


A secret is best kept through silence, Gold.


And now the journey in between


Is where valor is found to mean the most,


Placed within a cup to its Rim,


And unto the world its experience.


It flows through, painting in blues,


Everlasting hues


Of green,


Reds that fire brings, none of passion


Or rebirth, in the sense


Of a Phoenix’s wing, but the opposite,


A simple stream into rapid rivers,


Pulling apart earth,


Creating wind,


Lakes and bodies kin,


A Waker within Destruction,


A taker and a giver,


Taking loss and giving worth to


Sunrise memories.


Change, with a hint of peace;


Nature’s rejoicing jig.


Now the hands speak out, a secret pilfered


For the good of the world portrayed,


Forming clouds now lined in Silver


And the wandering man’s Yang.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Infinite resilience as the wind does blow,


Starin out the window blindly,


Feelin my new found hope,


Surges through my mind and throat,


Even got it on my clothes,


Fingerprint of the soul pressed against the pane and sill,


Lookin out all the while through truths concealed, to conclude


Repetition of past experiences and until I arrive, I'm mute, observin,


Smilin at the distance shown, vivid envisions of potential,


In particular, a spittin image, representin the length I'll go


To replenish lost minutes I spent in conviction I enlisted myself in,


Hittin my head against the grid, believing I’m different, wonderin what’s wrong


instead of daydreamin, ever since sittin, starin out the window of an Elementary premise,


Now I’m takin back permission that was dismissed then and replace what wasn’t missin,


Finally learned to pay attention, sixth sense extension affixed on hidden intentions of the livin


Figured out to see inside decisions and project benignly when faced with resistance,


Extinguish doubt, or at least try, diminish grout, so my thoughts are like liquid now,


Refine and iron out my ideas, ideals and all my life in single file,


Past, Present and Future trials compile to finalize drafts of lessons,


To let loose ambition hung up in the sun to wither,


Now I raise in an instant through roofs like Luke,


Penetratin, extensive measures taken to ensure my position favors predictions,


Waitin for recognition,


But patience is my God given gift of genius,


Genuine features of an Artistic nature in DNA and thus on paper, screens,


Pens or keys act as antennas when needed, for now I delay transmissions


And will proceed when my will seems fittest,


And right now all I see is ribs and skin, feedin my mind dishes exquisite,


Relieving friction with fiction and dreams with action,


Forever seeking passion, to ensure regret is absent when I’m passin,


Made that a pact,


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Hopes hold on tight, still, Tears fall from eyes, but land as guides, leaving a trail reflecting skies, light shining through heights below the Heavens, a pleasant haven of Thoughts in benevolence awaiting, for now I wander Earth, wonderin, strayin mud and dirt, Caught up in the Dead, vice grip of missing the angels once touchable, grieving sets in now if not then, cry and repent for past sins, remember forgotten debts or memories of when Love was absent, times I held back, denying Them the satisfaction of knowing how they influenced me, grew in me, Judas to Muses that Impacted me, failing to fulfill the other shoe, shit, regretting times I said or felt I hated them, failed to give them just a Last kiss and now that life has passed them...They rest within my Last breath, In cold beds where I last dreamt. Yet with Hope in arrest, I progress with a Smile and no stress to detect, contest Their deaths with rations of worth in how I act, projectin worth to others, protectin worth with art I craft, take the days back that they remind me of to mold moments others won’t forget, no more enraged regret, Standin, stayin adamant behind the choices picked, a mind of grease fire under sheets of ice that rebuild during the moon cycling, between the warmest kindness to the coldest wind, from burning brightly to below the ninth ring, writing in journals daily and nightly phasing through scenes of my life and insights of those closer than inside, providing me with the mindset to desire to fire pride, freeze and admire in order to believe and then aspire to finally seed means to inspire beyond the reach of Death’s scythe’s swing, cleanly threaded wounds addressing struggle in life, cover scars in church attire

preachin choir verses, lines rest in hearse with mind of mine, silent, all the time

until pride combines with second guesses to remain fervent 'cause second opinions
'cause anxiety, 'cause life is short

'cause im certain as sunrise that aint nobody got it all figured out..



Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

From the land where the Earth is flat,


Walking thin lines between loss and lost,


Where the pain is rain


And always comes back,


Where the lies consume and thrive


And a single wrong step could cost the night,


My escape from life in light,


Sleepin' on waves that toss endlessly,


In an endless sea, winds supplied


By my lungs, soon, in time, to freeze,


Contain and seize, where even if I stand


It's now only in my dreams


And even my dreams demand a taste of reality,


But I slide back, hidin' facts to deny reality,


Because the truth is I wish it were done with ease,


Done with pleasure and not conceit,


Seeking humility becomes a slope, steep,


Slipping into a void of being, id,


My ego advocates,


Fiendin' for a simple spark to breathe..


Ink to write, success achieved by any means,


But I back out, no more, no more please..


I just seek..


Life in words that I can't seem to bring


Back from a past of heart-felt planted seeds


I planted deep, but rise as leafless trees,


Fruitless future and I stand presently in self-defeat


Somewhere in time it was written, but not by me.


A dying flame surrounded by scorching heat.


---------


Poetry is a journey to find you


So keep writing 


Never stop

 

[ClaveVesari]

I remember when I couldn’t find the right beat,


Let my mind’s dreams excite me, up nightly


Just sitting and writing some of my deepest decipherings,


Lettering spread across, replacing feelings inside me,


My detail is precise and my style unseen, one thing


Is sure, I’m touching higher than I’ve been in awhile,


But for months lengths I’ve suffered, grieved and spiraled,


Really just stresses for nothin’, but I know I felt somethin’,


So F*** any laughin’, speakin’ sleazy ‘bout my reasons


I’m simply preachin’ my peace in pieces compelled to lengthen,


Don’t need to be deceitful, my meanin’ is deeply seeded in,


Feel it leading me, conceiving future impedances


And deleting them via genius,


To observe and never repeat negative tendencies,


Bending thoughts around fears that were past what I can see,


Used to be a problem, but I realized recently a realer sense of my being,


Now in compliance, I’m seeing things that were, before, blinded in me,


Cause it takes more than I can think, days at a time trying to forge the links,


Started messin’ up, missin' class, just reflectin’ gold, like Holy cups,


All alone in my room with nothin' to disrupt, writin' and pacin',


In spite of spiked spikes in patience, I fight...momentarily in flight,


Runner's High, wearily stayin' from blankets,


Barely awake, siding by dreams facin' extinction...


So I Eclipse visualization,


Rarely blinkin', I coil up...and unfoil months of trust and love


Onto pages of notebooks or in Creative Discussions,


On the low hopin' for people to give a f***, shit...just a look..a glimpse,


A touch, to feel me out and a moment to Hear me out,


The sound of a voice Deluxe, because I was interrupted devout,


Held down by the tyranny in a house of my own flesh and blood,


Somehow or another I was always told to hush, So Noow I inner-upt,


And diminish every implication to finish the mission I sanctioned


Away from haters, debaters who sit in anticipation waitin' to critique


What I've already looked over, already slaved on and made Clothes of,


Revising what's already graded,


Ideas that they've gravely mistaken as being of their own creation,


So I dismiss the ignorance on what they think's permissible,


And envision what was slightly contoured before I knew I was an individual,


An emancipation all this time invisible, because of unclearing tear ducts,


That fill up


And rusts my shield setup


In front of the hunger


That I use to keep me Runnin' and stay away from the hungry,


Always defiant of living a life minus my entire must,


Make sure what I’m workin’ for is worth the classes flunked,


Worth the passes I received to double-up, fixin’ cuts,


Visiting relatives and those who are relative, helped and served,


Serve and live, surfin’ admist my purpose’s crest


But still I’m uncertain, splurgin’ my earnest, my best


Me braggin'? Nah I’m simply reverting from humbling


No more mumbling, Puncturing what I end up loving,


Fumbling as I’m running from something none done seen,


So with my tongue unseen and my love rung in rings around posies


Posing as my growth’s wing to lift from below in froze rings,


This is my sto-ry, the First of Fifteen, affixed to give, teach,


And this is a true introduction, I swear, I swore, I sword,


Slice through the top, Emerge at the core, Steel the power,


Shadows try to Claim the Light, but my Glow retains its life,


Link's Bane to Slay, whether another Night or Day,


And I Bring down the King, Hook, stretch and reach


Attack in mid-flight, seal the deal, Sent with Will


Built phathoms deep, Wisdom, Courage and Power meet,


In separate hands they peak,


But when in one, the strengths prove weak,


Trying to critique equality, bringing balance is a task met heavily,


Everyday,


Questions pressure Devilishly, No Answers, effort vain,


Received no advice, just added vice at a price to suffice


With no change, just might and maybe, could be, slight,


And I still don't know what to think, so I write out my mind and type…


About all accounts denied, so sit back,


Here begins my Mind.

 

[ClaveVesari]

From the brink, the edge red, yellow and pink,


Settin’ sun in a past that lead two fella’s, linked,


Bred compelled love, a felled touch to brail what


People felt for us but we give a f*** about others,


Just makin’ tension, rubbin’, stuck in friction


Made a diction to which not a body listened


To explain my situation and admit my cripplin’


Features that extended reaches between these people


And it isn’t this I’m intended to mend with


Writin’ attentive about how I made it then


Amidst these hatin’ kids, impatient whims,


And it wasn’t in me alone, my patience wasn’t on,


Instead it waited on the phone, a duo doin’ duels


To separate, make dual all they claim as mutual,


All along, we start from home, five years befo’


Lan-o-wen is where broke the molds of our own


And shed light on methods to beckon creative stow,


Hated on by every-one, but we waited, contemplated,


Wrote in scales major to provoke pure hatred


Towards us and away from, on day one we take notes,


Day two, create groups astray truth, day three


Make moves that we made through enslavin’ muses


Betrayal raged, ruled caged fools fueled wayward


Tankin’, no one takes it but always plate it,


Emotions naked, snake wit strippin’ every mental,


And most of what we did was incidental,


From sittin’ wishin’ to a constant addiction


Turned to intricate from simple, mission cynical,


Started minuscule and ‘ventually rose


To templed skulls where evil slowly emptied souls


We collected whole, every step we ended old


On towards goals we had not set in stone, unknown


But we made it flow, made it work, steady turns,


Readied stern to jetty yearns against our levied work…


People petty words every second but we Novel first


Already got our weapons selected for any and all that shall occur.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Blankest times stared from faces bare, and denied


Was I cause of my appareled mind, a strong dialogue


divided miles apart people I tried to park, instill


my thoughts, but still I failed to help em out…


So I got Hiz to help expell words I tried to exhale,


So they hear me now.


Kinda hard at first cause in our minds our worth


Was diminished by bickered gibb’rish, committed first


Turned empty cause they ain’t winning and we sicken


Cause we fixin’ what they missin’, teachin’ lessons,


Gettin’ messaged ill intended rear endings to our brims


But despite the bitchin’ we still replenished every worthless sentence


They uttered forth, we stepped exquisite and thunder roared


Drop a few licks, they down on the floor and now it ends,


No more games, we proved legit our methods quick,


Reckless kids with weapons big, reppin’ without a question


Our subcummbed perfection, above them and destined


To further lengthen our reigning mentals, staining prescence


Yeaa’ we left ‘em, lurkin’ stealthy, panthers, leopards,


Tiger fractioned, yea’ we fast but our minds is better


Yea we back up at our pleasure coward letters, never never


Ever did we beg or beckon, simply exit or you can test it,


Must forget it cause I’ve said it, damn sure meant it,


We came in, entered, stayed and witnessed, preyed,


Decisions weighed against portrayed convictions


And nature’s picture, fate’s depiction, waited endless


Days in for the time to break in, arrest, protest, equating


Variables and changing agents, experimentation barrel hole


Where shots taken leave no smoke, clean as snow, bleakly spoke,


Here we barely fold, we already wrote what we betting on


And not all of it was befo’, we just went with the flow,


Enacted most in blackest cloaks, miasma choke if you got too close,


Claimed they won’t, but instead they hoped errday for mo’,


Complained a lot but they played along until we brawled,


No more time to waste or spend we’ve waitin’ ends on ends


applyin’ heart co torque, revvin’ heavy engines, ready, settled


In Spires love co starts, enveloped in few we fought,


drivin’ at our opt’, full force, yep we got it and yea we nodded


But Instead of gettin’ notted we locked it in their noggins


We came to change and we ain’t stoppin’, block’s width of options,


no longer forgotten, providin’ plots we concocted,


To pasteurize colossal magnitudes of Flarin’, volcanic attitudes,


Sparing not, any lackin’ gratitude, absent muse to adolescence,


Grab and choose our path, react alas to cataract they ass,


But we did it with compasssion, elastic moods to surpass,


Removin’ static like magnets, now we at it, damn right we master,


Teach after we beat the asses of our remediate dim masses,


We seemed to believe they’d catch, or click,


But not a light would flick, just sit, type up, attempt,


And then a crash and again losin’ track so it’s back to losin’ wins,


To fight with them was a fight against our malicious urge to smite em,


Tried explainin’ but they ain’t gaining, falling, waning,


How’d we get to ordained from a floor stage, our amore trained us,


Then we found it, IJ, and nothin' about us was the same


We devoutly trained ourselves amongst ballad typing, arrogant


Full of themselves, hypo-membranes, Kaiba like, Bruce Wayne sided alter egos,


Too cool for motherfuckin school type people, mayne,


but we eventually fooled them, only beat by a few then,


We moveee-aang, Air consumeeeeee-aaaang rushing through grains,


Time flew and so did we, first class, two seats, dual speed,


Dual think, Fueled is our medulla with fluid used to fuel flames,


Now we interactin’ with the masters, packed in school,


Attraction to a class full of assholes, but we passed fools,


Our grasp of rules collapsed and ruined any in the mood,


And ever since it became a past it seems we’ve become a pact


A promise to recognize our talent’s mass, encompass laughs


We forgot back..then and now that I reminisce in the present tense


My remembrance of a thanks isn’t present in any senses,


But we waited, if they talkin' we negate it and if they far


Away from patience...then I guess we gonna make up


For all the inbetween spaces separatin' logic from hate in


They veins, we puttin' fear in they stomach, love makin'


'Em humble, Of course we're overrated but we comin'


Regardless, direct hit, “Tha hell is lucky? Man, we just whipped


Yo ass, now go sit


'fore I come back and lay another”,


And even though we just started, we were fast enough about it,


Went through any mountain, steppin' up, acceptin' any challenge,


So f*** a hater, cause I’m announcin’ if you step over boundaries


Go ahead and make like dryer sheets and bounccce, heh,


Shotout to Lu', I'm out,


Laugh out Loudly.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

All is well, well as well can get,


I guess.


A hell heaven sent, I dwell within,


Then dwell some more
and, now, live

dawn thru dusk thru dawn


mind tells hands type, write


supply tales


written across canvases, like
skies provide, where clouds race
pastel shades over a world detailed,

a reality
prevalent 'gainst the deadness
of Hell's grip, holding onto what I love

what I hate, like that justifies
a bliss meltin' cause I relish
In the belly of the beast to come out better
than before, better than I could dream


and then I dream some more,


Peace Held up in the Sun's lip,


As I keep revolvin' around the same shit,


Ain't nothing gonna change,


I'm Afraid to admit, afraid of it;


Truth and its everlasting kiss


Betraying all it comes to contact with.


Reflections of every kind,


Yet none prove to be very kind,


All I seem to find are the answers


Upon heard, begin to question life,


Question mine, Quests in mind


I travel time and then time again


Never finding what I like,


Just a finding of endless sin,


Combining purpose with its opposite,


Holding endless whims to conquer them,


Make stronger the Walls of the heart,


lined with many, many mends,


Agony from the cancer's endlessness


Spreading to Ends unknown


And only when it's gone


Will I realize I'm alone and


From every ounce of care shown,


Emotions grown, my passion's throne


I sat upon and called a home,


I let go, run away,


A fear of forever dying alone,


Never knowing "normal",


Or regret what I've drooled over,


Slept on myself, good head on my shoulders,


An obsessive goose poacher,


Got me looking to the sky,


because I now know..


because now I see it;
beauty lives in moments taking breaths


Even in its falsity, in dis-skies


I now go,


Silently hoping the canvases will sink into my eyes


Never again to rise,


A new dawn promising peace of noggin,


Peace, resting assure in time.


Fin.