Poetry Dead Poets Society

[ClaveVesari]

Entropy of anxiety.


A discharge of hiding me.


Backfire of being kind to enemies.


From lessening my pride to seek higher levels in patience.


To let anger win means time is wasted, so I Show hatred toward frustration to then waste the wasted.


Fin.

 

[DemonKitten]

You have a lot posted here. I will have to go through. Though some spacing into stanzas, if possible, would make this a lot easier to read each one. I will defanitly come back to read more

 

[ClaveVesari]

And never will I


Ever wanna stop.


Keep on going


Keep on going


Like it's adventure time


And it's imminent


I'm..


Link, Ash, Samus, Shepard, Fox
Goku, Lloyd, Altair, Crono, Lyn
Eliwood..Hector, Marth, Roy
Ephraim, Erika, Leo, Mike
Ralph, Don..
Yusuke
katia
harry potter..
mary poppins
martin, matthias, moses, elijah..

not froto tho..

mo' bilbo,
johnny quest
heero.
and master chief..
all combined like teemo..
in a rap machine, gone.
revvin up..Gran Turino style, reppin engine genes

No Indian, yet enemies immigrate toward my mental Plymouth,

Attributing to melting pot ravines that convene in cracks of welding thoughts
Connecting means no different in genesis, indifferent genius
Missin Genus competition, ridden menacing opinions tryna critique my Tennyson, can't envision what I meant,
They Matt Murdock and I'm Riddick bitch, Furyan grip with Verbal Jeet flow simply redirectin what's received to give
All of these combo hits, Yall see me followin my heart and never given in, or skippin beats, rhythm adrenaline,
Repetition's a synonym to my life's mission led, till the throne is mine and I'm sittin like I'm paralyzed,
No more wishin, I'm a genie now where my will is mine, more like Robin Williams,
Seeing as how they can't keep me bound and when I say they, I think you know who I'm talking bout
At least by now they see me being how they didn't treat me like, all forgotten memories revamped in H-D or 3-d,
No option, Extra payment just to dream, costing timely sleep, proctor of benign intent for every time the Devil cheat,

And if you waste time, leading becomes a chase to achievement and floors obsolete, only walls that hollow meaning,


Then it's covered face just to feel some love or safe, and I feel wonderful,
any better I'd kill myself, 'cause I know I'd never feel that good again,
but it's gravy, tony great,
too much to fake it,
so I reveal face from clocks

and like paintings, still I'm laying
all thoughts, all of mind's
vibratin in silence, vibin.
so no more talk.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Everybody shut up about what poetry is suppose to be like or how it should be for the reader. Tutorial that, tutorial that. Masters this, bachelors blah. Psshhh, I wish a piece of paper would tell me how intelligent I am or another is. I got too much to say on the subject so all yall just bout to get verse after verse. I ain't done, I ain't done. Just a taste, a lil suh'n suh'n.


Back and done, done and done, through and through, return of Sun, of light of a Jedi's in a muse of magi, turning tides, table sides, table tops, D&D, to Disable and Deny the return of views, critics' eyes, like who are you and why? Like...do you hurt inside? Like where's your work and why's it perfect, or more perfect? How is art a fortune or worthless? from where is, the hate toward me in you? What did I do to make you feel that way? My words, or lack of will to imitate who you consider great? What was offensive? What made you think my poems weren't the way they were suppose to be? What if..you just can't cope with who you are, never change, but attempt to change others, displace hope in people tryna innovate, take ahold of fate.. while you fake it, use lies to fuel conceit, disguise shade with shine, to appear sincere, but really to feel superior, then blame me 'cause i get angry, 'cause I don't write like you write, or like you like you like you, or like you, like you, 'cause i don't like what you like...
all the wile, all you do is skim and decide I'm unfit.
Shit.
watch me survive then. Before my time..when? Right now. And you can't pretend. but y'all do, so I just keep record keepin', collectin, stockpilin' until I die, put that on my life..please take five...feet back to see better, realize those you idolize were ahead of their time in their head; from avid rejection, backlash, and critics..to classics, classrooms and obsession, why ignore history, why a contest, why neglect because you feel you must protect the dead and direct the ones alive to revive archaic rhymes..they were rebels, I'm a rebel, so I revel in ripples, and forever seek different, because to ignore my own spin is plagiarism, stigmatizin style of ones who had a vision and crafted with it. I'm just askin, but y'all don't hear me. I ain't done yet, so, I'll be back.


Competition, competition..


My next targeted victim.


I hope the whole site ready,


Cause you all a part of this one.


Art is sharing, not comparing.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Which appeals more..


The key or door?


Water?


Liquor?


A golden nugget or sunset?


Which is more important..


The value we attribute,


Or the fact we can give it?


Happiness..


Is it here?


In these lines?


In my mind?


Is it made up?


Is it a chase?


Was it innate?


Meant to stay?


Meant to peak?


To go away?


Should I find it?


Should I beg?


What do I say?


Who do I ask?


Myself?


I lost it, how could I help?


Do I try to hold on to it?


Is that a waste?


What is the point?


There's a new one everyday


I fight against pride. I fight against yours.


I fight against mine, only just not as wise.


I compare me with you and you with me.


I see we are different..


And that's the only thing.


Just a re-intro..


I ain't done yet.


Peace.

 

[ClaveVesari]

To be..


Or not to be..


Better?


To be..


Or not to be..


The best?


What for?


To be..immortal?


Or not to be unimportant?


Why do you feel this?


Lack of fulfillment?


Lack of being real with..


You..


Accept acceptance..


Accept rejection


As long it comes with acceptance


As long as you're exempted.


Ignoring self.


So you can never mention..


What you see..lest over step..


The illusion of boundaries..


Ignoring hypocrisy..


With an awing ignorance.


As long as the ones in charge..


Guarantee you unlimited power..


Or is it..


To feel empowered?


From still to talent.


From out of snares..


To moving mountains..


Only if someone is there..


Recording your heroics..


Reiterating what you know.


But you need to hear it.


Know it.


That someone else knows it..


Of grandiose stories..


Till the world is omniscient to your..


Omniscience.


Scholar of God's kin..


He needs praise..


She needs a name..


He needs fame..


She needs a win..


He feels free as long as others are slaved..


She longs to be free as long as it means others'll agree..


An authentic drive, but hollow purpose.


A true feeling of lost in peace..


As long as he, she..don't see..


What they are, or admit they see..


They will repeat..


They will argue reality..


They will harbor fallacy...


Fallible gallantry, fighting to succeed,


A need to feel success, by any means..


What happened to Dreams..


What happened to Humility..


What happened to Reason..


Why write?


To Help?


Or to never fail?


To Hurt?


Or to never tell?


Do you know how?


Or not want to?


Do you understand you..


Or do you..not know who..


To look for..


Because they tell you for you..


That,


"You write like him.


Or..


You sound like her."


Then they tell you..


"Your words aren't in order.


Or..


That's not a poem.."


And if you listen..


Then they're correct..


It's forgery..


Plagiarism..


Fake intuition..


An extortion..


"Give us this, or you lose protection,"


"It's just criticism, just my opinion about how I would have did it.."


Degraded senses of what matters..


Battered..tortured..mentals..


A fear of every mortal..


Death..


But I don't mourn it..


Or wait for warnings..


I write.


You watch.


Hate or adorn it..


You write.


I watch.


No judgment toward it..


I feel..


You feel.


I breathe..


You breathe..


I live to be..


Me..


You live to be..


What?


You share,


I read..


I share..


You read..


The difference is..


Where we care.


Fin


"It's for all the kings. Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved." - J C

 

[ClaveVesari]

I write.

I express emotions.

I ain't a poet tho..




I subside to lies

Of iambic holds

Now I'm a poet.

I don't rhyme..

Now that's cool.

I'm a poet.


I abide by strict lines..


I keep thinking...that..



Never no mind it.

I'm a poet now

Like, phew..
Finally.


I try haikus

hell yeaaaa
I'm rollin now
super duper
cultural guru
try this, try that..

I fail this and that don't feel right

Thinkin'..life..
You can't get that back.

No second chance..

I'm getting anxious.

Hm. I wonder why..

I feel I'm digging my own grave then..

So I..

Implement myself..

I take me off the shelves.

Uh..um.

Okay Clave.

Be careful, now..

I hear a voice call out.

Somewhere, out ther-

Be careful.

Okay. Stick to theme.

Oh no, I've clearly lost it!

I mean.

Yo ellanore,

I mean Dear lenore

I feel empty, evermore.

I see dreams deferred.

Ravens pick at a corpse.

Along a road I walk,

One less traveled by..

To get told to fall behind.

I dwell in possibilities,

Like am I poet and

They don't even know it?

I look in awe to false realities.

The intensity builds.

Time closes.

The barriers lower.

Dead space opens.

Why's frozen..

Finally free..

As the time approaches,

For me to switch from quiet..

'cause..

dead poets startin' to look more alive than me..

i'm dying, help me, please

i'll write twice as much
work twice as hard

fly twice as high,
& plan to fall just as far.

waitin like a car alarm
anticipating antipathy..

protectin the art in hearts

takin timid out intimidate

show people
choice has always been innate..

no less a given right at birth

than the right to live,

right to breathe,

is the right to dream

To express as you see fit

In any way, until you wish to change,

so I protect that right

stand next to kindness

on the other side, a pride of lions

protectin myself from

Myself,

And hateful beings.

Fusion held in spheres

By doubt and fear

To excel;

Where fails spawn

According to myself..

Yea'..

I'm ill a li'l..

Lonely soul..

But I only grow..

And sometimes..

Not even the gravity

Of situations can keep control

of a mind lost to chaos

seeking truth to trust aggressively



I think I lust the fight, the thrill to must will

Solar flares breaking molds of what I past wrote,

Of mostly every past goal.


Into empty space.


On empty pages.



All that Potential

Just sittin there..
While I kneel here..

I gotta get it..

just get to it..


So I'm always reachin

Till my arm strong

And fingers feel,

hold, clutch hope..

Till light of mind touch the most
constant growth from constant writing

As long as I continue forward..
then I'm straight with

As long as what's unexplored

ain't unignored..

then I'm all on board
all over keyboards to express how much I don't know


what's unknown, what's original, what becomes of anything done...

and other shit to make me sound not dumb..
just make sure that

.. I
don't go too far..

or collapse it all,
under pressures of tomorrows

or become an addict to syntax
quick fix of lyrics any and every chance presented




while I'm lookin in the mirror.
In my eyes.

Seein lines.

Write like I created a language

To explain myself,

Always explainin myself..

Oh my God,

What the hell amongst Stars

This Fox is quite troubled

And says a lot..

Types a lot,

The type to

Open mouth

And open fire.

Twin lasers..

Bluest Light Burning Brightest..

Usin boosts

bustin' somersaults..


Lost

In

Turns

And

Twists.


Evermore


Forever more.

More and more clever



More clever than Athena,

Than Apollo


than Shinichi
As I...


set the stage.
tell Dionysus to take a seat
pllleeease..

jeeezzz
I don't neeeeed

an Encore..

I'm an Enclave to Darkness.

Where approval is

Non-contingent

Just sharpening Wit

On metaphysical stones

Of aureole revolving my dome..

Create a cleaver to make separate hate..

Cut out all this critic shit,

And involvement of Art in competition..

I know there's no fault to pin..

Except on them..

-Points at Ego and Tradition-

-Then checks his Watch-

Like -sigh- oh look

Hey,

It's time to go.

So..

Please Allow that to seep through

Your cerebral

Shield

Woo!

Yo, Hold up Clave..

What the hell?

You was doin' good..

But how I feel?

Like I wish I would..

Wish I would hold back how I feel..

The injustice, it kills.

And how that feel?

Like I filled

My mind..

While digging to find it..

But I'm doin' just fine

An..

Ace of Spades..

Laid up, doin well

King of all trades..

People's champion..

Jacks that I chose to slay

Inside my tact to

Protect the truth..

And expose the Knaves.

For all those who feel unimpressive..

If there's any..If my message has any direction..

I hope that it's this one..

To help and to lift up..

To challenge those meddling with medals

And digital pins to address the issue that they misuse the pen.

Which

Is stronger than steel..

So how you think the damage deals?

How it feels..

Well..

Just observe me make it right..

Watch me make it heal.

Jot the Skills.

I dream into Nil

To return with

The man behind the curtain..

Playing off insecurities

Keeping people fighting uncertainty..

And makes them feel as if fate's a jury..

Shit's a journey.

A learning process.

I am certain.

Especially when I write..

Wait..

When we write;

We write to express.

We write in context of purpose.

Not in contest, to be worthy.

Worth..

Is subjective to concerns.

Don't ever let others blur theirs with yours

Me.

I just stay on reserve

In A universe of verses..

Already purgin what I feel

Don't deserve a further look

Already workin

On ways to improve

What I believe is amiss..

I write.

We write to prove this.

Nothing circumstantial.

This is for We.

We is of anyone

Who see we as progression

And not as steps up..

An ascension of Love

And trusting someone.

But

That takes we..

In an effort

To make effortless

The will to stand and help stand up..

And then some..

And this it to anyone..

Anywhere, anywhen.

Message in a bottle.

This to whoever.

From yours truly.

I write for peace.

And then some.

Excuse the Teeth.

And you know what?

I'm startin to see

I will never be

Done.

Only gone for a moment

To seize everyday moments.

This ain't over..

Just an Ocean.

Go Explore.

Fin.

​

 

[ClaveVesari]

Extraordinary is Wonder.

Ordinary is Learned.​

 

[ClaveVesari]

It was all so clear.

A vivid dream.

Just Yesterday it seems.

Traversing swallowing oceans

Searching for what I don't know yet.

Occasionally lonely..

I look back Toward shores opaque..

Memories covered in fog

Nostalgia the closest bond.

A future of eerie froth;

An enigma I fear will keep me lost.

Glimpses of Northern Lights,

Visual of Time.

From time to time.

Shone Through gloomy clouds..

A subtle guide

To eyes Up

And a soul Blue.

To Satisfy

A thirst for Beauty.

From blocked sensations

Dams of hurt..

That makes

Patience desert

Faith in

Revelations inert.



fin.

​

 

[ClaveVesari]

I be tryin.


But don't know why


And still I try.


Still I find


A reason to.


Still I cry


A release from mute.


Still is truth


I only change my view.


Steal my heart


I show you two


Steal a part


And It's like I never knew.


Steal my trust


And still I'll do.


Bitten once,


Just twice the judgment.


Half the fucks given.


Triple the awareness.


And


A miracle is it,


To still feel something


To still get up


And still fill up,


These pages daily.


To still feel up


To playing Savior


And chasing peace.


To still feel bravery;


To feel a will, that I will


Find a way to will away


The silence of tired faith


And shying muse.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Find what makes you happy


Wanna rip the bandage off tragedy


R.i.p. to bad, shitty energy


No matter the amount of mistakes


That's you.


make sure fuel to do you is perpetual to self


Fundamental inspiration


To help 


And love the love where and when the love appears


So that you may depend on nothing but.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Canali cloth attire, laid nonchalantly over fire, from topics uninspired to disgruntling pressures under fire, targetin spires, charrin sleeves and leavin nothing but naked wholehearted beings and tarnished iron trim,


Finest barbed wire imprisonment, causin marred alliances, as blood rushes from self and rusts the pine links and pinned leaves of holly twine wreathing appeasement in drama, makin tied seam strength synonymous to tenacious, blocking and blanking aiding regimes agelessly fought for, proud of sorrow, lamenting praising or barrowing triumph,


Enough with all the staged in attention addicted Lady Gaga verbal-apparel, needless needle embroiderin shared ploys of disappointment, but this ain’t Roleplayers anonymous and if it was you staged it rather obvious, in which case, yeaa, I think we got it,


shit changed, you couldn’t foster, lest maintain and thus you lost “it”, only caught up in acts of homicide and robbery, so bring the coffin please, from Dubai to a community threw to die in poverty,


Only spewing faux wit, So now I faux pas truth, dismissin laundered talent, in a drought cause you deserted yourself, So now it’s comin back to haunt you, in all of these fluent water spouted lakes, flow faux naïf-unbound, quenchin haters inner child, Dasani crisp, Danali limits I exemplify in lyrics, announced atop of cliffs, offerin poetic gifts to ones not honest to his or her own, spread my mission and bring it home,


Forever getting nearer…


In completing literary pyramids of intricately-equaling mirrored wit, clearer than disappear and gentle wind. so why am I still gettin better through temperance of seeking higher creative ledges, risen over fallen tears and then some, tearing hair out, i wear a wig now, hearing nothin to turn my cheek, only bit inside of it, fearsome hearings anxiously veered me to mutiny within mental premises,


breached only by will to hold on for the truth of dawn’s sight, proof muse has already prophesized to exist in time


so all the whining and sighs are not from loss in site, just from loss of sight in light of pride, ultimately locked by own conceit, slowly teeming in self affixed, self-defeating exemption of ever proceeding again, ignorantly limitin their consistency and causes them to make excuses as proof of cloaked Excellency, good enough to leave them hopeless in others’ motives while only promotin de-motifs,


So don’t stick around if you enemy to entropy of Nyxheim’s present loathe-state to future shone intimacy, loss of lust whilst shifting reigns in palindrome planes of outer realms, nothing gained to balance attention deficient objection-ist, only denoting initials sewn in collages


Of over-flaunted acknowledgments, either in past-due accomplishments, preceding reasons for “dis-membership”, or indicative diction of whose grievance was largest in adoptin Nyx, ehhhh, really more like auctioned it,


And left those who were followin nothin but college-long lists of problems and Martyr trails of wrongly “discarded” characters, that newcomers are forcibly strayed to wallow in,


Cause you felt betrayed, orphaned with no conception of tolerance or perseverance, so you bring Apollo carriages, carrying Carrie despair within, isolating Carian with over-weary, heavy cargo of caricaturing problems, harnessing false pretenses of sharply edged double-sided warfare relieving care of duty,


Started bombing in the name of over arching tales for plotted dreams in fallin air, waiting to be harvest bare,


But faith, as sun’s rays, fades to darkest made disguises, on a stage portraying lively, their pain, light seldom playing a part in, not sayin what’s displayed is fake, but obstinately placing blame in comments that only lack grace, negates the modesty, replaced with garnished garbage feeds, it’s okay to leave, but not absolve your fallen dreams through thoughts displayed, always talkin bout Arcadia when it’s obvious that that ain’t the problem here,


subliminally imprintin dreams, that only breaking way the ones who inherit post-Bush offices, self acclaimed authors in the art of roleplayin but lose throttle when change of what has brought them here brings loathe to redeem past events, no desire in furthering grasps, or going beyond to creatin a masterpiece,


Needing to get away from all of this, might drop another thousand bars again, so maybe it’s best for the one’s stuck in the dust of production’s joggin pace, place their resignation, doin nothin but hatin and disengagin,


Been restraining range in all of these poems' exposure and chosen topics’ engagement, Been thinkin a cadence of change in scenery is needed, so I needle topics, stringing phonics, innovatively harpin,


More importantly, expressing more openly my focus on what's goin on in ominously woven carcasses unbeknownst to their artistic reach in ever paused heart beats, in that moment, leavin no hope for today, tomorrow's already over,


If none elope, then what other possible motion is left, guess I need to spell it out cause most of all I've seen is over-merited


Oblivious talkin, no shown weight difference in comparison of something cherished behind, just pound for pound hypocrisy


Encased in deceitfully thoughtful speeches boxed in reminiscences, obnoxiously demeaning what the beginning offered,


Speaking of how awesome it once was, forgot love, well what's not love is the op-tion to allow what you claim gave you a faucet to fall flacid,


Turnin diamond ring carat facets to fragmenting all of us, and not even from any leave of absence, but more because of a leave in passion and that is self-practiced,


In the face of comparin the past and present, one in the same path of two,


So of course what's already been contracted looks more attractive when you haven't attempted latter effort, or laddered endeavors, lap or even catch your ghost from the past, just the action of lacking spirit,


never heard of movin backwards to get to past hurt and since truth is truth, what's done is done,


Like what's hope is hope, thus, when true and influenced, is so, still only renewed once the whole of affiliates facilitate to group as one again


So I've noted my hope in and gratitude I ever owe.


Fin.

​

 

[ClaveVesari]

A little liquor.


A lotta rhyme and rhythm.


Pensive under stars.


Under fire.


Shells rain


Hell crying.


Under tick, tick, tick


tickin


a fallout of existence


Sixty after sixty after


... sixty


a construction zone of 16's


like 4x4's,


Hard hat on,


when it comes to


what I'm after.


hard head since..


"When a mommy and daddy


Love each other," happened.


Came out as Cain Marko,


at the world,


headstrong.


ray lewis to ravens.


rapping evermore..


eh...


I say more like poems


but they like,


"oh-whoa, oh no".


maaann, chill.


mind already chaos.


in


wartime mode.


so expect a battle


if you wish to press the matter.


i fight myself


been by myself,


so..


i've already been by self.


kinda suicidal.


all the time,


I cry for help.


but screams fall short.


behind closed doors.


& decor of words


across walls that protect me


from me.


my one downfall..


Not knowing what I should


to know what I shouldn't be at all.


intuitive sensor


to censor self


best offense when I plot defense.


when I destroy myself.


in existential void


to come back stronger


come back wiser,


more philosophic.


more inner logic


to understand responses.


distinctive voice in thoughts,

Saying,


"Love is choice.
a heart beats, only..".


realism seeps
into realms I dream.


realizing i'm just a thing.


with no real purpose


just a cycle


of day and night.



Just alive, it seems.

but that's good enough.


I think..


therefore I am Be.

Iambic heart beats


pulsating life thru lines


to show potential

that lie in we


and beauty right beneath


the idea we're alive to see


& ordinary is intelligent design toward peace.


Fin

 

[ClaveVesari]

Ordinary's a masterpiece.


All of what


Makes us,


Us.


A collage of life.


It's time to hang it up


Time to let it out


Time to take a stand


Time to finally shout


The time's at hand


To spill out every line


All emotions


All refined,


Very open


Of a self held very closely.


That we never showin


That we feel will leave us vulnerable


To ugly motherfuckers


Who seek nothing more


Than to feel they're more


Than something..


More than human,


Or the only human


How inhuman


Oh How stupid.


How countless


Are the hours spent?


Wondering how


Worth while


We are..




All this time


People wile,


In denial,


Defile the purpose


Of people simply trying.


people wondering why..


when, where they fell behind


to kindness obsolete,


so hard to find,


When in our minds..


It ain't that hard to see.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

I think about the forest


I think about the trees


I see an empty portrait


Or more like


Tools to paint with


Record my heart


And subside pain in.


No longer anxious


Learn to play it


By ear,


Adhere to


Who I am.


Became acquainted


With fainter


Sides of my brain..


Grayer areas of


Pride,


Shame.


That fight like fire


fights with


Rain


And flies with.


In the form of


lightning, might just


strike a


tree.


Might just


burn the forest.


might just leave it dry


don't matter,


What i do, i do it thorough.


since first notebook
and getting called a girl fo'.


it's all in journals
all I know


like


survival isn't
new
to Life.


And


Mutual reliance


Is the fruit


That's why


it's beautiful.


and a fuel


of mine.


what's


calling you inside.


telling you, try,


telling you


to decide


what to


put in.


cause regardless


death's untimely

and what you left,


upon departure,


is all And none of


What you could've..


would've..


should've


had you...


had only been inspired..







sometimes I think I'm crazy

sometimes I think I'm free

sometimes I see a reason

sometimes I just believe.


either way I'll be


fine with me


because I know I'm me..


and i know life is all but ceasing.
so I write to seize,


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

I would like to ask just one last favor


Let me go back


Let me feel it one more time


Truly savor


Be truly Thankful.


Too late now.


Who am I fooling


A Cold Past


Cause of High Hopes


Did that on my own, though.


One side Silence


The other Kindness


To keep warm


To keep going


In search of better moments


That turns me bitter


And hurts to hold onto


Until I realize


Better is just a misnomer


A negative connotation toward the former.


I travel alone again


In search of wisdom


In search of anything to feel okay again.


To see a reason


To believe again


That I will see again


What makes me fall


So deep,


So far below,


lower than the last


And so far,


I'm just getting older.


Just now admittin' that I'm lonely


Just submitted to every doubt in self


Just opened up..


To get locked out.


Knock, knock


Knocked me out.


No reason why.


Or at least in my mind


And


If Communication is Key


That must mean Lies are Locks,


So...


how was I ever suppose to get inside?


I..


Just listened time and time again..


To that


To this,


Accepted time and time again..


I'm apt to mis-


Interpret, and it's my fault


Cause I ain't put enough work in


So in my eyes it's worth it to try again,


With all my heart.


All of mind.


All of mine.


All I could give.


It's All I know.


All I hold.


All my sins.


All my soul.


For something all gone.


Already,


Before I could miss it.


Didn't lose you,


You already made the decision.


You resisted


while pulling on my stitches


To see a smile,


You tell me smile,


And this time will be different


Telling me I made..


Telling me I make a difference


Always saying you'll be gentle


"Let me in"


She said,


With her head against my chest.


Her heart spoke


A Spark to Kindle


Mine that awoke.


In arrest


To her Eyes


Her Vision.


Blood speeds infinite


Flowing through veins


Thought to be dormant


That only dreamt to hear a beat again,


Hear hers again.


Only meant to be here again..


Beg me to never leave,


Then


Completely disappear,


When


I most needed a friend


At minimum


Just the truth.


Just a peer of it.


Not just another reason


That don't fit,


That don't make sense


That don't fix


the fact you had me since Hello


And since Goodbye it's been Hell alone.


And the more I dwell


The more I'm torn


To know I'm just a tale.


That you see me as vile.


Erase me by denial of what justifiable,


To reconcile and not feel liable.


Drove me mad in front of people


That you kept in darkest reaches.


And I look crazier with every day that goes


While you save face and let go.


I have to play chase and beg for.


Made me feel insane..


Literally.


I felt I was an enemy.


I felt evil,


I feel regret


I felt I left..


I felt so bad..


I feel so foolish


To feel there was something I could do


Something more I could say..


Could prove..shit..


Or at least some area I could improve in.


I never stood a chance,


It seems fate had chosen.


You already knew and I hadn't a clue.


You already good,


While I suffer, confused.


Still down under,


An ocean wide view.


Trusting grasp of reality..


Just to get another last kiss


I never thought would be the last..


From you.


To open eyes from lips' touch


And witness the Eyes you saw fill up


With hope for more of yours to view,


Fade to Nothing


All at Once.


Into wounds...


We yell


We scream


We cry


We fall


But cling.


To what?


I don't know right now..


Stuck in hindsight..


Was right again


Instinct cast aside again..


Optimism alive again..


Just to lie in paralysis


Constrict of Callouses


From holding on too long,


Off the side of Mountains


Climbed to conquer doubt


That trumps hate


Which means


Surrendering lies.


To be


More wise


And enjoy life,


Thus Acquire Loss


Which requires trust


Which implies there's two


Which sadly suggest there was one tryin


While the other wasn't.


Or halfway gave a fuck,


Prolonging what's dying.


Same deduction...


Same situation I'm left stuck in.


Not why now


Not why me


But why again?


Tired of this shit.


But


Never too tired


To try again..


I have no choice


And nothing but time..


To forgive.


Love is Blind


To find Light within.


I'm fine..


I promise.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Disturbed by reality


How people lie like casualties


The walking dead.


alive to be led.


Every breath a step closer


Towards redundant death.


Who fail to realize the frailty of life and believe an aggressive, pessimistic, "I'm better than, so I'm expectant of respect" mindset is progressive, or professional, or the only way to survive, to justify, feel successful, profess sin, without any detection of remorse or Discretion.


I feel surrounded.


A paranoia, a defense mechanism balancing doubt, belief, utility of talent and humility, Gift of Gab evening out unruly tendencies to listen to fools or fully full of themselves, too two-faced to trust their own motives, entrails to society's well Being,


That ignore truth, refute with distorted views, reinforced by age and ego.


A globe in disorder via displaced goals and purpose, that Chaos plays on to keep the Game going, that people keep playing, just to feel favored.


I'm on the verge of a more permanent absence.


The least I deserve in this world of desertion and tragedy.


All this talk.


All this pride.


All the time.


All is lost,


All these signs..


All you blind


Who stall truth


In loops of lies


A future cast in foreshadows


hindsight a habit.


No question of self


No second guesses


No looks inside,


No depth inside.


Just a drowning shallow presence,


Just a bunch of sheep convinced they're canine.


Convinced they're leading.


Content with being proud of being proud,


Curricular reason,


Ignorance spirals into grievance.


Contradictive motherfuckers,


Telling me try the other shoe


When mine ain't seen another.


And the few who have know I'm a runner


A Hunted Hunter,


Whose Hunger for love feeds those Hungry for Justice.


Keep on runnin, keep on runnin


Always enough lung for another last sprint


Up summits, uphill, up and gunnin'


Down people's judgment.


Like fuck this, I'm reloaded


With an abundance of lingual ammo in poetic stowage.


Soles unfilled.


Souls unfulfilled.


The more I know


The more I feel I don't.


Thus the more I feel alone,


Thus the more enemies revealed.


Thus the more I conceal my hope.


The more I feel remote


The more I feel unsung,


Thus


The more I feel provoked to open up.


To feel a sense of closure


To bring exposure to faux ones


Who don't worry 'bout the truth,


Who are all about a first impression


And then are all like, "Fuck the rest",


Alll impatience,


All a charade


To feel okay


In place of fault and shame.


Yolo right?


Social Slaves.


Coldest veins in hold of


colder chains


Just live your Life.


And forget to act right.


Forget to appreciate you can be appreciative.


Lot of impulses


Lotta lying


Too much hurtin


Too many crutches


Can't find compassion


If you do, it's probably silenced.


Can't find a conscience


If you do it's more than likely vestigial, with no regard for good Or evil, just worried about how to guard Their feelings, Protect their image, Convince their innocence to themselves and get some sleep in, or get plenty sleep but awake to see the same thing, be the same being staring burdens in the mirror, to think the same way, in the gray, teetering between shades of Blank and Abysmal, praying for change, but couldnt tell the difference between being fake or genuine if you showed them everyday moments recorded with commentary, printed scripts, a time log and polygraph glyphs...respectively...


No respect or specks of tact, no courage to accept and redirect blame, admit to self there's work to do, holes to fill, bridges burned that yearn to be rebuilt, Ashes of the Past whir in Winds of Tomorrow, bellowing an authentic cause, an intensive awe that diminishes fault by replenishing faith in Dawn's Renewal, repentance in decisions that await discretion, where redemption pends in withheld forgiveness, withdrawn wisdom that doubt is humility, the ability to grin and bear we're simply ordinary to resolve the problem of no more heart in people, no longer just a part of breathing.


Just an introverted observer


Trying to keep a piece of peace that, daily, dies in me.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Been this way.


Same shit, different day.


Same me, different crowd.


Same eyes, distant gaze.


Indifferent stare.


Fifth a percent of faith left.


Speechless..


So to protect the rest,


I put it all in a sentence.


Lyrical mirror.


Lines depict deep reflection.


Wisdom via perseverance.


Unprecedented intuition since adolescence.


When Dreams Led Reality.


To keep the lead became a challenge


Every second, every hour.


Every time depression finds its way around acceptance.


I regress to Cole Albums


Going over how Now came to be,


Mountains outta grains and debrees.


Been Naive,


Been dying to prove ideals ain't dreams.


Ingest Herb as I peep the World.


Kick back, listen.


Watch for sudden movements


Malicious twitches of the livin',


Try not to lose it.


Then continue listenin',


Study humans with a mime muse.


Can't nobody see what I'm thinking.


Why I do what I do.


Silent side.


Mute mind acute to time


Lingering anxiety.


I try not to worry.


Always in a hurry.


Attentive soul,


Hyper biorhythm.


Been defensive,


Been indecisive,


Been growin cold.


Been critical of my own


Behavior.


Been Afraid


To appraise worth of my Temple.


Been odd,


Been an outcast,


Been a clown


Been favored.


Been attracted..


To abstractest modes of passtime.


An avid Dreamer.


A Phasical loser.


Semi social,


Always trying..


Partly choice,


Part confusion..


Partial voice


Hard to move on


Hard to hold on


Hard to stay strong.


Easy to fake weak,


Easy to play dumb


Easy to sleep off problems,


Easier to claim peace than be honest.


An annual loner.


Nerd misnomer.


Always learning.


Always roaming,


Constant homage


To a constant hunger.


A caustic spinal fluid,


Catalytic curiosity,


makin room for food for thought.


Passionately following a dreaming cognizance.


Trepid pace to delay exhaustion.


Relieve what it takes to believe in tomorrow.


What it takes to be stronger.


To restrain temptation


And alleviate regret..


A Cautious sinner.


Deviant on roads divergent,


Along a path deserted


And that's made all the difference.


Been prolific..


Been this deep


Been coming off as cheesy.


Been defaulted to being friendly.


Been the bad guy.


But hate can't be authentic


From me or from them.


Just made to soften impact from sudden realizations...


Of all our mistakes and how far left lies sanctity;


All the possible faults that separate confidence and narcissism.


Humility and Martyrism.


Truth and borderline Nihilism.


Thin lines.


Vague ethics in a world of stigma and hypocrits.


Historic misprints.


History recycled.


Flags deceiving pride.


Misleading lives to sacrifice in vane.


Prophets chosen by concocted Gods.


Judgment becomes human right by word of Diety.


A typical problem, atypical logic.


My biggest bone to pick.


Largest piece of truth to swallow.


Usin Eve's rib to pic at teeth of muses.


Profuse Deliberation,


Thought process processed in lines,


To floss those hard to reach places.


Highest planes of existence where wisdom rains daily,


A Frequent Stasis.


An Instant Grace state


Inner Oases.


Been an enemy to inner me,


Been a menace.


Been my goal to overcome any


Obstacles. No plans on stoppin.


Until I accomplish.


Been hard headed


Cause I dont follow very..


Well


Or surrender. Lost in spells of terror,


To Still cast letters and rewrite endeavors


Led by memory and vivid memories;


Life of many blessings.


Ironic lessons.


I've forgivin


Been forgiven.


sought revenge


been resented.


Witnessed a lot,


But only victim if I stay and watch.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Depleted of creative storage


Moving forward to the mornin'


From Aged horrors to Awakened


Laureate, specified to the marrow


Living today to see tomorrow


Enjoying Love's stamp harbored


Placed upon Oblivion, infinite


Grace that never ceases, endlessly


Spawned among our every mentioning.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Another cigarette


Another pack.


Another Poem..


Another long night.


Another long talk with myself


Another song.


Another Light.


Another walk.


Another wrong turn


Another let down


Another mess


So on and so forth,


To lonely depths and boo hoo


Yea, yea, just move on


Get it together


Pull through.


So I do, so I did


Solo Moons.


My mood's content


Made a truce with Loathe


Modes of confidence to elude the dark


Lude thoughts of brute honesty


An abusive truth bullying constantly


An Accumulation of Negative Charges


I redirect to Lightning Rods in Heart to Restart Life in Sight


Proof reading Time


Happiness..


Is pick and choose..


Nothing new


Just


A different point of view


Happiness is


To live with You.


But that shit's hard


Dealing with the truth


Admitting we're wrong


For as long as we ran from proof


Covering tracks leading to


A wrathful prong of pride and compassion


What we feel is best for our image


Until we see our actions are intermittent


To ethics and emotion


And just cause people didn't witness


Doesn't mean you didn't did it


Or you shouldn't show a little wisdom


A little karma-sense


A what we all have in common sense.


Pain the same as a Butterfly's Wings' Effect, Chain Reaction of Anger and Obstinance


Hearts with walls


A lotta problems


A lotta Sin


A Sick Soul


Hope Stolen.


Still, will to forgive mirrors desire to be forgiven.


Will Mirrors Desires.


A war of balance


A torn mind on what power is.


That severs the conscious..


Makes us make decisions


We later ridicule others for


Lose patience toward.


Hypocrites cause no one's straight forward.


Delusional depiction of a quaint existence.


Stages of Becoming a Moral patron.


Excellence is Practiced


Habit is absent of discretion.


We are Capable.


Made to Improve.


And that's Beautiful.


Now that's who


We are,


What we were made to do.


History made to repeat itself,


What matters is how we re-react.


And new paths we re-choose.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Where goes truth


Where goes trust


Where draws the line


What happened to truce


Where goes Time


The good ones


Like


How I'm doing lines now


writing lines with eyes down at a light, that blinds what's ahead


Like


Why am I always finding reasons to find reasons to find patience


Eyeing fine lines between life and death


Instead of finding the Right that rests in the night on a thread of nerves' left. 


What happened to loved ones


When was the last Real hug


The last feeling of a lasting feeling


That passes as reality passes appealing


Passes ideals, passes childhood 


Wilting dreams in the distance


The last appeal of a dying breed


Killing insides to witness, unable to help.


Will, that overtime collapses.


Fascination turns to Aggravation. 


A pastime of unmasking an unknown, but growing soul


Learning to hold you


Hold down what remains


Once whole, now as Proof.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Parallel radiance;


A baby blue tapestry,


Adjacent to shades


Of Hate


And apathy;


Reluctant Blinds


That hide reality.


Purgatory dwellings.


Just breathing idly.


Thinking lively.


On thin lines


Between being kind


And spiteful.


Between being fine and faking.


Between lines being finalized


And piles of eraser shavings.


Indecisive times because I’m anxious.


Infinite thoughts of a pensive pacer.


That race the clock with a pen and paper,


To define an idealistic nature.


Mesmerizing.


Staring blindly.


Recollecting on bed sheets.


Not too sure about the night before


Or the next week


I just critique me until my neck weak.


Really not sure about my whole life.


Or all my ideas.


All what I write.


All my freedom.


My escapes from.


All my bravery to break away


Run.


Follow passion


And fall on triumphs


Just..


Hopes of a hopeless Minor


Who continues aiming Skyward


Just to, everyday, Wake up and face myself.


A constant reminder that time is wasting


And ain't waiting.


Procrastination slowly chips at dedication


Denial that change ain't gangsta.


A part of nature


A hard work nature


Made silent at the sight of front of mind.


Like if you could see the back of eyes of mine.


Time’s fault.


Mankind’s fault.


My fault..


For all my faults


But at least I lived to rise again


To witness another sunrise..


But no I didn’t.


But sometimes i do


But not really that committed


To being smitten or romantic


Or waiting for light


So I make my own


Embrace myself, to maybe show


People, who need it,


how to do the same thing.


Trying instead of desiring.


Doing what I desire to see transpire.


Turning dreams to light to fight


When depression strikes


And failures feed


On self esteem.


My mindset swings


Success undying


In eyes unceasing.


Excellence and Passion,


A Revival of Rhymes and Reason.


A Doubtful Master.


A mindful being,


Finding truth through pain


And pain through truth.


Everyday, over analyzing.


Lost in a mind lost in deciphering.


Rising Feeling of finally peaking.


Just keep on dreaming..


Never break.


Bare Necessities a breath and page.


Or two,


Or three.


A Brain Frozen between perfection


And humility..


A progression


Of slowly becoming used to me.


Melancholy Mornings…


Attempts to start again.


And find importance.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

An Impairing fear, 


I can't see where


I'm going, 


Just kinda trolling


Out at midnight strolling, 


Going over years,


No sleep until I hold life by the throat


But I can't hold on 


Cause I'm weak.


And Im weak cause I care too much,


I think.


I think, I think, I think,


I cannot not think about what people think of me.


And still I think about like fifty different things, 


About the way I'm suppose to be


Whatever that's suppose to mean.


About how close I am to dreams, 


About how those dreams have changed


As time tells stories of life choices. 


Regrets to ashes to..


So close to understanding.


On the way to answering..


But that feels like eternity. 


I care because I feel obligated.


Please no commentary, 


it's how I feel; 


A garnered promise;


A hyper conscience,


A life brightening marvel;


Existence insignificant without contingence;


To cap untapped potential by denouncing individualism,


Making continuance of nuances insufficient 


Memories are second to truth.


But what do I know.


Not a damn thing..


I suppose...


Aparently it's just to be different..


Claim I'm original, be exasperated.


Gain attention, displace tradition. 


A delusional emancipation..


What the fuck?


I'm really faking? 


I don't know what I'm thinking? 


Saying shit cause it's healthy and heals 


Of course it does, a chorus serene in coursing blood.


I don't look for miracles..


Well, except this one time..


But that's another story.


I might put it in a story,


In a rhyme


A living Allegory 


Remaining occupied.


Keep my mind from implosion.


An escape; a better grip on rope's end


A phase that turned out to be an awakening.


A stray from social scenes


Because I'm weird.


Funny..


Cause..


Thats how I see everyone else.


Everywhere. 


See,


All I know is normal.


This iiss formal


this IS my low voice.


This is blood.


This is sweat.


Many tears,


Plenty Years.


This is more than poems


This is Love and I know it. 


This is how I take back what I owe me;


Payback old me trying to fit in where I didnt need to.


I only seem to be good at being lonely. 


Prone to self defeat.


Timid to mention feats.


Defensive to criticism.


Cause ain't no one consistent.


A Contradictory schism 


Of strength vs weakness


Intensively pensive to illicit attention toward 


credentials Written on Six Feet of moleskine sheets, hidden in storage, better out than in I've always said, no reason to be more than a reason to record all these experiences, memories, all these feelings seeded deep, all these dreams I dream to become who I wish to be.


Thickest thoughts stickin like ink on bark sleeves.


Where I wring My heart,


Leave my genius


Excuse the conceit


Just fighting knives that whittle my esteem


Creative archs turn thoughts to rings


That cradle and rock-a-bye reality


To infinity


An engagement to Art.


I proposed to when when lost on darkening roads. 


Never a promise to witness Dawn


As till death do we part.


Subconscious bonds remain as strong as day one


Harming me 


Scared out my mind. 


And I Can't see straight


No idea where I'm going.


Just waking, walking and zoning.


Further waking.


Farther walking.


Fervent spacing. 


A journey of enduring patience to end up in inanity


Where time is wasted.


Or is time a realization of one's insanity, a stilling trance, revealing blood stained on the hands of every man who breathes.


And who lies beneath.


Aging begins to beat


like sun rays. 


On skeletons in slumber


Under covers,


Under wraps,


Sinking feelings under stomachs


A haunting truth wanting justice


Or a piece of peace we took from others...


That We took from Us.


That I mistook for not good enough. 


Can't be alive just to die


Just to write.


Just to stay quiet.


To deny what don't feel right


Ignore that tiny voice inside, silenced by whitening noises.


Nauseating vibes crescendo in cries screaming why, that coarses skin, raises hairs until the truth sinks in


And then repeats 


Refrains of faint intent trying to refine itself.


By any means. 


A deafening duet, composed by why's and intuit eyes.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

In an endless Pursuit.


Continuous First Times of deciding when to


Bite 


Snap back


Find independence


Freedom from shadows 


Casted by a towering absence of passion


Slave to Reality, Child of Truth,


Taught to Read,


Think and Thank.


Picked up books of Rosetta,


Seuss


And LeSieg.


Holy Trinity


Of Youth to Men and Women


Of the future.


Where happiness' roots 


Feeds off the forgotten


Fallen souls,


Lost to Taxes, Tithes


And, "oh no, you can't have that,"


"Don't touch, don't even imagine,"


Lost in Ticks, Tocks, All tricks, all the Time, all the Clocks point toward something to worry about tomorrow. 


So what's its use..


If not everyone can have it..


Or even have a chance to find it


Hesitant to pass it.


Apathy on top of madness.


Trying to comprehend the past becomes an overwhelming task


Must be easier to magic trick shit


Society distracted by gold and mirrors


an act of terror


Seeing Truth in front on you


Just to turn around and see people facing backward


a vision clearer than corporate accents


Than corporate agenda to contract the masses:


Employee and Consumer. 


No need for captions.


No need for action


Just romanticize gettin cash


All star cast :


Clothes, Food


And Ass


Cars, Jewelry, Property


College, Status, Fulfillment 


And Praise to thee for not being in Poverty. 


And no matter what is said,


Pain only spares the dead. 


Nor how much you've reflected,


Thoughts are only Thoughts


Just as corruption is justice


When the public just sit and watch.


Story time on Channel Nine live.


Chopper cam 


Doom, Gloom


Ouuuuuuuhhhh,


Say a prayer


Share or Like


Just don't stare 


Deliberate what is and isn't fair.


And it's this that begins to bear


Grinds my gears..


But fear not..


Wisdom you know You Know thru Heart


become North Stars 


To guide those who recognize its Use


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Here lays further contribution.


pos-attracted restitution.


Rations of my


existence


Proud to write


An honor deeply harbored


addressed to viewers


Enveloped in raps and rhymes


Tightly packaged


priority wrappin.


A promise promptly guarded.


Lines of Life


Timelessly movin admirably from me to you.


I ain’t relaxin, an always brightening lumen


In prior and future factions of constitutions.


Highly avid status


classes inside my mental


institutions of lawful practice in


Pursuing actively, tactics in amusing masses while


Still juicin fathoms fruitful in Lucifer-less apple orchids,


decomposing harrowed lavish,


Keep you drinkin cleanest meaning Fusion smoothies,


Introducing yet another Iliad-ic classic…epic fashion,


A reflective beacon flashin, blinkin vast lengths to keep eyes open, keep from crashin


thoughts in planes, syntax seating, arriving past midnight with reddened-oculi from lack of sleep,


First class, cerebral-cabins trafficking lofted travel, perennial-genius abstracting passion,


Unmaskin all I’m askin, unravel madness, debating spasms, deviation from social traction,


Spendin many weeks with just my faith to grasp to, away from consenting lamely being people,


An attempt to finally embrace myself, every square inch, but here I am to share an angle in


The Right light, hail a glimpse of mind’s depths withheld in fear, peer in night’s conception;


An excerpt from internal affairs of wisdom lens-less to contemplations, further defining unrealized interpretations


In layered ascension from intro to finish, converging ideas divergent in founded purpose, reversing currents of the current inferences,


Seeking in between currents to surf to surface


A currier of leather wording, strongly fervent,


Slash current surgeon curing courage, currently searching through scenic currents of inner-murals blurring priority in self-assertive works concurrent with Service to others.


From first emergence to current usage of words and punctuation.


Current view of my muse's submergence.


Faith’s confusion when dreams, vilified by "fated" 'guise, die,


reality plains in plain sight, beauty remains through time regardless of views.

morning shine
no sleep,
trying
to making ordinary radiant.


morning glory in forever-forwarded themes of Love in poems, hopes, dreams and stories.


Fin.