Poetry Dead Poets Society

[ClaveVesari]

everyday the same;
pain, work, pain,


short term love -
long term shame


running back through life,
restarting strains of yesterdays..


memories that lift me up
also bring pain
and
I'm always on the rise

still hittin planes..

need ATC
sit and comm. planes
to land
and take off safely,
stand up from seat
to realize that
I'm still falling
in chaotic normacy

a drop of rain
from eyes hollow
like if Fura cried..

distilling thoughts, lift lies
beyond blurring lines
between wrong & right

never left alone
yet always alone.
adept at solo flight,
pilot life
pffffffttt

yea' right
detour the only option
always faulted
grey area
of blame
on me, I welcome

as is deserved

for not staying in line
nor being brave,
staying true to what is said,
due to impatience,
or
reacted prude maybe once or two
times, cause I don't like how people do what they do
and are excused because of who they are,
attacking me and I snap, then they, "oh me, oh my" to a different muse, with a different view on rhymes
do I see the potential unused in, or..
believe I'll just assume the power to call on whim what I expect is in potential;
a constant division of out of reach and realistic distance.

hands rise and craft hope,


made of lies


truth untied from the heart


and it pumps tears through


watching the world devised
fall apart


and once again

we're at the start
quickie-mart
droppin' change,
buyin' smokes, exhale the start
spark the flame, inhale, unbind


exhale once more,

this time the stars
this time I swear,

no more loss
no more talk, taking action soon



...but those feelings fade at day


waning tide,
passing through

passion's moon sets the mood to depressive episodes
then I spend everyday thinkin' of ways
i can change life

extend talent in anyway possible...at this point
..
past the page,
past notes I jot in public forum
in the back
in darkest corner
alone in stance, magnifigant ballad
instrumentalist....in my mind
....but I'm not, just a leaf in autumn breeze
floating down, further everyday
unappeased..
a rock among those tossed
rollin' down a mountain
never meant to be
conquered, climbed.
never not ever bliss
forever blocked, forever missed.
forever lost, like stalfos,

at all cost, i must
defeat negative and depression
with steady progression
to lessen pressure in every direction

that I'm suppose to protect
and protect with
but I neglect it and everyone else

virus attached to happiness
made happiness codependent

standin' in my own way
hittin' my own shoulders with shade cast by a shell of self, made from expectations..

always fight the feelings taking away hope..

as they overwhelm,
disarray in my mind
all goes gray
all color fades
losin' faith, losin' light,

thorns, of a nostalgic Rose...

in my side, sticking,
stained like stigmatized

In my mind, memorized,
are the allies,
alienated to conversation,
I alliterate
on every page, of the book I procrastinate
to write, telling my life, in my way


Bib around literature,
catchin tension, denial, hate.


feedin off all this bullshit on my plate..


weenin off the taste of reality
...to remain sick at heart,


back at the start,
everyday.


fin

 

[ClaveVesari]

I lose track..


I bring it back,


From afar, deeply conceived seeding sparks


Igniting one by one, time’s pace receding until climatic peaks start, then
Avanti, subtle winds from lungs depart to high speed bombs to light the Earth in arcs of plasma discharge


Night fury Laureate burying pain and plight in freights of pages that I write


Barge a cruise ship, Carnival de Carnivore, commodity couples commonly,


Ain't a verse that I leave ever lean, credited to this perfection thing I seek perilously


And pressures brought everyday from petty ass measuring of self convinced


Kettle beings settled on unleveled brims, think I give a damn about confetti whims,


Uprising effort in contesting mockery, declining gossip, forever armed and equipped


To keep benign in effect, an ode for a treasure guarded, carbon harbored,


Lead or screens, discretion flows in beams, thorough scenes like James P. in


Diction’s protection against friction given whence barters between hearts and logic occur,


And there subconscious sentiments become lost in methodic progression, obsessive directive,


An inevitable competition not often finished more often submitted submissive,


Driven to truth and opposition, self confliction, naus-eating objectivism


Vs. Heartbreaking dark depictions, gripping flaws and sledgin ‘em into me


And pardon the reflection, just adressin methods embedded in my art collection


Via threaded means sharper than archer's optic, epic ledger pressin harder


Questions on my true depth and how I get it, may have been loose but


What appears as hollowed schematics written, actually carters beds of inceptions;


A web connectin remnants of adolescence and the best of thought's conception,


Relentless whether off or on beat, steady coalition holding on and off rhythm till I'm gone,


Done remarking, once again pausing, but far from ending,


Just lofted lines extensive, contingent to a promise, never falter before faults,


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Darkness speaks from darkest inks, with lawful tone, through hollowed hopes and unfollowed dreams, an audience of self, that keeps applaudin grieve. A world of Unthawed Seas and Tired Skies, weary scenery, where Warmth depends upon Desire to Find light, which Leaves over time and time again, inspired by blind defeat, a silent breeze past dying trees in Earth, already Grave Deep..just An Unfound strength where The unseen creeps..An evil, around talents sound asleep. That awaken...for those most patient, spawning Clouds that cradle golden rays, where the sun shines thru, Covering in Light the thoughts that embrace it. Life to Life. Thru Dusk and Dawn, Seas Roll and Roar, Raging like Fire's Flame blazes in hearts holdin' hope, or what's left of a whole that faded in attempts to be courageous against Unjust ways of a "just 'cause," race. Life being taken for granted causes emotions to erupt, 'cause humility must be diguised and kindness mistaken As weakness..so much bullshit..
I just close eyes, breathe
have faith
generate wind with constant movement in thoughts that travel mind
in search of worth,
to find
it's how you understand worth


learn the search for truth unearths a curvature hidden by horizon, where
rays of light peeking over depict progress in flickers, shimmers, upRises and Setbacks i..
pick up wave pens, draw out meaning lost in struggle to defy the odds with hardwork and discipline, sharpen sense of honesty in self to revise an autobiography blotted by grief,
and blocked by holding cells for Darkness, i release in scribbles of ballpoints via the mightiest, my been-found and often denounced mode of getting out what's in

the power to empower to the point you know power is always there,

inside
as so to only inspire others
to use theirs.

fin

 

[ClaveVesari]

So now the story is told, from the young to the old, all the life of the bold. From start to end it's time of then, or ending as it begins. Starting so long ago, slow to go, fading away so slow, only to come back in its peak of depth, to grow. The destruction of these lives began when trying to build peace again. Families separated, friends filled with hatred, pains of the past haunt lives of tomorrow, a chain of betrayal and sorrow attached to enslave truth to greed and ego, feed off good will and made it weakness, brought forth to answer screams the dead leave behind, incomplete tasks cloaked via masks of millenium's vastness. Then, from dins of flames, walk a long line, along lines of time's craft lead by minds immense in number and in tact, against the infamous, inhuman wrath of humans bent on consuming to no ends, rise two different's, within the same bearing names of from which they came; nothing; which is Peace for those who gave them bravery to fight for such and wisdom to realize nothing is a match that's impact to strike would exist on the backs of the youth birthed, to birth a flame that would end a game introduced as truth, but solemnly played to procure its use. Together as one, in all they gain, from start to end, in all their pain they heal to heaven and release as rain. Light and Dark, Good and Evil, Crazy, Sane. Two in One. Yin, thus Yang.


-


The pen sits there,


No reason to write,


No ideas to share,


None of mine that I like,


Motivation is declared,


But it shreds and it tears,


The Agony of a


Staggering tongue


Gasping for air,


My Mind stripped bear,


Voices laughing. HUSH!


No adrenaline to Rush it,


My hands just sit,


No offense to this defense,


Just time to pass


Gettin' mad, pissed, it's..


Like I got a hold of the pen,


But no grip to wrap it,


All the wit with no diction to fit or depict it,


Got the pad, but no bic to script it,


Address, or list it, no thoughts delivered,


Keep on trying, Fire Emblems represent


The picture needed to envision my mental,


A sun in the center of attention,


But like askin' deaf men to listen,


Hypocrites dissin', missin' the point,


Words imprisoned to dismissin',


Destroying what isn't, a void of


All the statements made declarative,


Coming back as inquisitive,


Whether or not to risk the embarrassment,


Harassment of not being good enough,


Of just being slept on,


These darkest moments I stare within,


Come to be the greatest


Source of enlightenment,


A horde of clarity, and it heightens me,


To a point where..


Where I can't be slighted,


Or cited as a failure to read,


As just a moment in history,


But for centuries, with light years to lead,


Never taken lightly,


Never will the hate come to sight me,


Silhouetted writings,


Ignorant decypherings,


Hate filled indictments,


Save it, praise it, reguard yaself as highly,


Speakin' like cave men,


Don't get caved in, quit biting


Make you eat ya words,


And take 'em to the grave that you lie in,


Spendin' all that time wasted,


That's why they'll never be like me,


Never like us, all who try to make it,


Who have a passion driving,


Without all the hatin',


With Break downs on occassion,


Doubt as a Mason,


Travelin' puzzlin' mazes..


No talent, just a brave wish,


A dream that braids in


Fades in and creates then


A paved and controlled rage,


Caged in, where our brains live


Energy to win, pursue what they claim impossible,


Callin' it insane, but never pausin' what they say,


until applause from inside comes,
until that day..


Til I'm satisfied


I will be in this phase


Ensuin' fluent feelings to never lose it,


I will make a future made of bricks


With a love never made to end.


Fin.


--


Unn-huh, get my Hip-hop on,
Allow me to get my Hip-Hop on..
It's on like alarms in the morn',
Like Cars on the road,
I'm on the side, like to-go,
walk the lines like
johnny cash, so catch..
this love to-go
for the beats
for rhythm, for flow,

the rhymes, everytime,
Yes, you know,
like by heart,
so hear mine
beats between the notes,
the ones between the lines,
or laid behind,
like love letters in class


well do ya like?
yes or no, maybe will do,


Just please leave a check,


like correct, never opposite,
like synonym, not an ant on him
like terminix,
I perspire poison when
people sweat me

like it's nothing
like zero calories
like I owe 'em,
for no reason
shippuuden-useless

bullshit emits from them like they eat it
fertilizing Posies
all over
wears just like clothing,
like aroma strong enough
to chop trees,

potent stench


mouth of roses

like caroliinne, that
all the guys thought was mighty fine


;

but
what laughs can cry
what loves can despise
what lives can die
take, or
give life

;


devoid of moisture in
teeth, tongue and gums
cracked..

so, carolines, close it.
'fore thorns crown
like teeth broken
sew it shut
turn key, lock,
but don't swallow,
this is no cartoon

this is serious shit,
so srs,
important,
a must read..

so let it soak, stay, remain
like stains
like secrets
like regret in brain
like in hope to continue
wake up every day..
like it means something just to try
like my first page written
like you know you can die like that..

but ask, "what the fuuhhhck?",
you may,

"Where's he goin'...with..
...What'd he say?"

"Swallow what?"

"secretsbrain?
Man this is lame."


"Does he have a point?
....hell no, so annoying"


"No relation to the anything
all his shit the same,
cryptic embellishments"

"He's gone insane

simple
and plain."

"Man I'm outta here,
ain't nobody got no time for this shit,
I'd rather get hit by ten trains."




but still I no know end, like tilted eights,



no no no no
no more me
hatin' me.





Goodnight,


Hope you enjoyed the work


Like encore and 5 star rates.


Thanks.

fin.


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From the soul,


Moments of spur,


Lungs and brain,


Genius occurs,


Comes the rain,


Storm of words,


Tongue the drain,


But my hands prefer,


Pen and Pad,


Property of wishes,


Where reality lurks,


Emotions all blur,


Release of tension,


Where ears observe


And eyes close to better listen,


Where Death sits over,


And the Angels plan,


The ground becomes clear,


And the skies revert to land,


Adventurers search,


And the lonely spam,


Where impossible is can,


And possible lands on Earth,


Man, too much to say,


Too much for now,


But give it time and I'll explain,


Like my man said,


It flows like the heat struck contained land's source for feet to set,


All with the power of ink or lead,


It beats deep, heart speak,


Letters link, I accept no cred',


This just a sleeve,


Where these words have bled.


----


Watch the Sun set,
Watch the other rise,


See the Sun set,
See the other rise,


Be the Sun that sets,
Be the Other that rises,


a forever to decipher cycles of the mind,
that keep freedom at bay






whether
here or oblivion,
I barely remember anything anymore





memories string together &
resides in all seen

and in these lines lie my light beams,
that my eyes walk;
defining feet..


In all listening,
thoughts are flickering

with these lines they can see
lips of eager mind preaching eat
to tongue & teeth, like shield & sword
to hunt where in life lies the meat


under skin,
crawls emotion,
motioning hair to stand

the paradox of peace

in waves, promise
wash the mind's shore
streched across an endless brink

where sets a pair'a docks
to illustrate fate..

one stands
the other sinks,

the one that sinks
hosts a desire deepest


watch it, or risk a life..
to touch something impossible to keep


be the one that sets,
be the one that rises.

never ending strength
In the palm of self,

where ignorance thrives on those unaware, or skeptic to its existence

ignorance is infinity
bliss is all that's missed


goodnight, rest in peace.


Peace.


-----

 

[GatoTechno]

You have a very eloquent, soft way with words but holds so much power and strength. I very much admire that. My favorite of them all is the second poem. I can really relate to that one at this moment. To me, what I got from it is someone perhaps struggling with their writing. Either, having writer's block or confused about a particular story that so far no one likes, but knows once it's completed it'll be the best written work. Who cares about those who dislike it and the critics. It's your best piece and you know it'll be a hit.


Well, that's what I got from it by putting my own POV in it. It invoked me and reminded me exactly what I'm going through. Though, I do hope I didn't completely miss the message.


Very great job!

 

[ClaveVesari]

Thank you. I appreciate the read. I would also like to see some of your works.


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Where does the pain go when one is the source,


When the only thing keeping you from the edge


Is the same thing bringing you to the Ports.


Wading in the water dilluted with the blood


Falling from the skies you once believed in and loved,


Where thunder has come to reign, consume the land


So now when it rains it pours, nothing what you planned,


Just remorse, so you reverse where you live


To an evil never to trust to again, nor explore within.


So how do you bounce back when it hurts just to stand?


When you sore in the shins, hittin' against the wall


Standin' in front of all you use to defend


And all behind crumbles in the wind from the storm


Overhead, a junkyard for the treasured happiness


Memories of the wins, of the when's, when life was this


And hadn't fallen to its end, so now we think,


Reflectin' like what Fox uses against his enemies,


Searchin' for the moment to counter and redeem


Like Marth when he chings or Toad in front of Peach,


But where do we start when the King is Dedede


And we stuck on repeat? And power is what makes us weak,


Slowing the speeds of which we need to dodge


Attacks sent to kill. Pleasure is what we want,


Only problem is


for what we want


Pleasure is what we need.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Where's the hate, scared to step up and break


The ice, make it right, patient nights I sit in spite


Of attemptin' strife, misleading rites been speaking


Quiet, hidin', still I'm vibin', life in me, too high to see


All the drama surroundin' me, proudly reachin' peaks


From island dreams, denied when shores loudly breathe


In lots of wind, propellin' waves that break and beat


About the rim, Outting grief as it sinks to repeat, circlin',


spurrin' cells, composing life where the meaning's spelled,


A bodied dream from sought beliefs I embody grip


And I'm falling, hardly conscious, always lit,


Pardon the awkwardness, my lyrics got a partnership,


Lookin' for ways out, but I found it's hard to quit


Marksmenship with thoughts and I'm armed again


Targetin' any and all obstinate, so polished, mint,


Bombardin' kids with ticks and tocks, timed or prox,


Primed or not I am blind toward clocks, never winded,


Nor stopped, Forever and a score, now watch me block,


Landed fly and headed straight, leaded weight brandishes lines


Commandin' eyes and demandin' mine, dammit I'm


Plannin' ransom, ran up in disguised, click, clack, bust,


Mental drive to comprise nothing less than what I've applied


Work denied because I feel I lied, feel I could have tried


Harder, so I cut out all the whinin' to push farther till I die


Barter between my heart and worth, tradin', never bargain


I just work, trainin' like Rocky till I look like dirt,


Embracing talking to inflate me noggin', taking off in


Rocketships, breaking off chains interlocked with whips,


To arrive afar, above the surface two yards, atop in bliss,


I'm a dove to par, a plug to start, a sun..a spark,


I'm done, dot dot...dot.

 

[ClaveVesari]

He sits and repeats, the demons never leave.


He walks and he sees,


never speaks, just boxes that beat,


He keeps it inside deep,


maybe six feet but he won’t let it sink,


The noises and volume grow steadily,


And he isn't slowing, he keeps it going,


Redoing and renewing, perfection,


It's what comforts him, soothing


An over-ruling force, pulling,


His only sense of direction,


Those around him don’t understand his complexion,


Teachers don’t know where he’s headed or where his head is,


Speaking to himself as if he is in the midst of his own reflection,


No remedy for what he's got. No, he doesn’t want the medicine,


He already has it in his head and


Written down on the notepads and scratch sheets,


With pencils and bic pens as he listens to 8 tracks and scrap beats,


He is the fixed injection that injects what his blood reaps,


So it is in what he speaks, what he eats and drinks,


How he sleeps, the way he reads, what he sees,


What he needs begs and pleads for the pain to recede and empty,


It is what he bleeds, raps and gives the mic’ to feed…On


And on again, from start to end he spits his soul straight from within,


To the Jaw Bone and it’s all to win, he has to make it, this has to end,


All alone, lost in the moment, and he owns it, he knows and blows it,


Explodes and remote controls it, from top to bottom he gives all his wind,


He won’t let it be gone and dead, but instead on and ahead,


So go ahead and place a label of presumptions and baseless fables,


Assumption that enable you to place yourself high up on the table,


From across the yard you stare and rename him,


But won’t go where the grass isn’t, broken oaks and fallen maples,


Broken Dreams and Falling Hopes, Destruction degradable..


You leave no remainder yo',


You think you can take from him what he embraces,


But it’s irreplaceable, untraceable, it’s in him.


He holds his own fate, will and goals, all un-take-able,


His life is fine the way it is and no man can stand against it,


No correction, no one’s right and he needs no lecture,


He has it finished,


He has a dream drawn out and measured,


Looked over with precise revision,


He writes music on his life’s lines, the pain and pleasures, forever endless,


Something to look forward, behind him lies a past he wishes to diminish,


But he uses it to his advantage and he remembers the stride he lived in,


Not a Papa with advice to give him,


Just a confused mama addicted to prescription,


With failed decisions on how to raise a child,


Just sit and forget him, never miss him wishes her own son would fade, cease to exist,


Out of range, he can't be reached, Nope.


Just picks up a peen, so he writes and drains..


The ink. Fills the page and refills and does whatever to trick his brain..


Create the illusion his world is serene and this is where sits and repeats, a-gain and a-gain..


He has to stay happy and he knows how to make it, he know he has all this pain..


But it doesn't stop, it motivates him, it enrages him and will haunt him, but he will never rest,


He wants to do his best and spends all his time making sure of this, cleans the mess..


Steps from his room, the lights go off..but not his hope..that lays on his desk..


Yea', keep it real. Keep it fresh.

 

[ElizaVioly]

This is wonderful, feels honest and it moved me. I like the pacing of your piece. The hope in your poem was very inspirational.


Thank you for posting it.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Thank you for taking time to read.

 

[ClaveVesari]

once a time..

there was something
inside.

something not here now.

mind restricts access
in order to move forward
forget time exists and only record

disconnected from world, in a matrix
cord connected, made of words
from emotions formed during discovery of self,
in order to appease appetite for single-point truth
& fulfill duty assigned the moment eyes opened..

but hope's mission blurs, interrupted by visions of


All those livin', No..


All those givin' up


lapse of sense of direction


given up, but never touched


Like fire, it burned to clutch,


A sensation unknown,


So they let it go and it hurts,


Like a raisin in the Sun,


Dreams turn to dust


And regret builds to burst,


Emotions a storm,


For a desert's longing thirst,


Attracted to life


Comes thoughts of death to flirt,


Lust, in other words..


To lurk through shadows,


Unheard for lack of better words,


Where rewritten silence..


Spells out defiance,


Casting out the defiled,


Laws of the unwritten reign,


Tricklin' down the spines and


Inspired by tired pens,


Sleight of hand, illusion of Midas',


Eluding reality and the eyes of it,


Ink dryin' in, desire written in,


Change the plot, titled same,


So idol in, let denial mend


The same story told from start to end,


Results the same and the message is..


Happily ever after seems to be eminent.


Maybe a little different.


who really knows...

anything..





just keep on livin'
to keep seeking truth

never tire of being tired of.

Fin

 

[ClaveVesari]

Every day, the same,


A wave, kiss goodbye,


A world they made,


Through a needle's eye,


Used to sew their lives,


For a Love refined,


Hems Silver lined,


Stitches form a new day,


Creases sharp as blades,


Carving a ribbon in the sky,


In the Sun's eyes,


And they warm tears to cry,


Pursuing happiness,


Even to the Grave,


Past it, a future unafraid,


A Smile that never fades,


Everlasting, Everyday,


Every Night,


Every rising Sun..


Fears disintegrate,


As Death, dying young,


No longer holds the lungs,


Life can disseminate,


Spreading beautiful seeds,


Heaven Sheltered,


Blossoms as tongues..


That soothe everyone


Breath of the Wind to aid,


Spreading songs blissful


Dispersing hate,


Coercing a love unscathed,


A path unpaved,


To walk for eternity,


And it would be nothing..


Without you to lead the way.

 

[ClaveVesari]

as he walks, he talks to self


the more he walks,
the more he talks..



dark thoughts stalk soul
& conscience on the low,
lost on back roads
by himself,
by himself, the more he walks

no rules or guide

wanders apart,
at first to keep heat of life alive,
now he waits..
for something
anything,
to pass by..


by himself,
so any lead is ideal,
any idea will help..

confused..
as to who or what holds answers,
so any conclusion seems right,


now comes the test,
the risk, to be the best,
to achieve, to see success,


but hear him not
fear him not, for
he is by himself..


only remorse and misery
for company..


regretted sin, regretted virtue,


still confused..
he now descends..


no friend, spouse, or child
to call on..


just Demons and poems behind
to fall on
thru hollow dreams to solid destiny

to

a final destination stage to brawl on
against the problems that always challenge

no appointment, problems just show up,
no ounce of consideration

no balance anymore,
just a constant intimidation,
personification of life's renegade meter filled to max

timid Illumination to speak forth, stand for more than


Blind to the enemies that forsaken him,


And all his friends, who are afraid of him..


Not even death can make him live
he just needs a replace-a-ment,


Slowly breakin' him


All this pain, all this pain in him


Doubles everyday,


Everyday in him,


Everyway it can, a fray in him


Drape the outside,


To block any aid,


No chance of savin' him,


Quit knockin', just ignite the rage..


The rage in him..


Maintenance resides in him,


Lays within, but will he take it,


Make it, Break it, Ray it, or shade it?


Maybe, wavy, iffy, quickening changes..


Soul Sickly, Prayers Empty,


Simply..


And when it comes down to it, he lives free,


Breaking away from pride and envy...crying and pity,


Turning to a mind determined to find and revive the life in meaning,


Concentrated concentration dissolved with


A qualitative philosophic nature,


Potent concoction of reality and consistent dreaming,


Living in the light of his own lightning,


The storm overhead has now become his Reich,


A Knight from Eternal Night,


Fin.

 

[iamnameless]

Ooh. Tense. I love the way the sentence lengths change a lot, to build suspense. I want to read it again. And again. And again.

 

[ElizaVioly]

Again, another great piece. It is truly mindblowing! I'm astounded by your talent with words and how you put the sentences together. Also, the rythm and the beat is terrific. And its very moving.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Thank you guys for taking the time to read, you have no idea how much it means. I got two more for this collection then it's back to business.

 

[ElizaVioly]

It's a pleasure to read! They're great texts. I was actually reading it aloud, the second time I read it.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Inspired feelings, a fire new,


Deep inside, a Crimson Red


A love of Endless breath.


Warmth that tires youth


But allows the wiser rest.


Feeling light, truths made blind


Soon, even the sight of Death


Falls from view.


Bade infinite in price


Just the cost to lose,


Said, "Nothing amazed my life


Once given you."


Saddest hearts, Maddest Muse,


The constant strife


Turns into the Sweetest beat,


The loudest, too, and finally


A life's complete, only half way through.


An emotion underrated


By those it led to Anguish,


took their hope


made them faithless


loving someone who doesn't love you


Despite their promise to


From their teeth, Vaneer-est proof.


Holding onto nothing there


Can make the pain seem unbearable.


Returning waves to shores


Our eyes have wept,


Churning hate that stores


Where our heart is kept.


A part of us, we amore


Our best, at best, up and left,


As the Throne of Love


In Broken hearts, cold.


And those thoughts of death


Come back to view...


Because I made a life


That I placed in you.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Why does he write, type...why instead don't he just buy a mic, why doesn't he just speak his rhymes, or even speak his mind, a side hidden from people's attention.


I guess that's why I love long walks through dim lit parks, sitting by myself on bridges of golf courses, or standing outside on porches forgetting about life for a moment, more so what's not so much important, in any coordinates..I'm scripting in compositions, piecing refracted memories and state of being to show a side of me raised in light, from beginning scenes, dawning radiance on birth rights, always beaming, my will to achieve is the seer of foresight, guaranteeing success is belief, I know I'm the truth, so of course I'm always right, even in evenings of the darkest, ill-forged nights plant the seeds for later harvest, martyr gardener, breathing carbon, valorous is this ballad-kid...


Yet his talent remains a fog to kin and friends, bogging him from blogging whims, instead it's just guest and strangers that follow him, while loved ones just farther him with questions like why don't he choose to apply and prove he earned his scholarship, complete his work and grind harder than an auctioneer, just get it over with and stick right next to the scholar ones.


But why bother, I'm already farther margined in the heart and dome so ain't no one else takin' part in my mind, in my own zone, no other way, just provoke people to arguin', Time to quit with the all the talkin, succeed in becoming an Encarta man, worthy of the words I follow by and can ajourn To. Perfect certainty I'm heard with clearest proof, appearance smooth and I'm hearin' you, so soon I'm leerin' to nearest booths to mirror dearest truths and show these people I'm more than just a lyricist, or a colorless Shakespearean, I'm a rhythm to shake peers and penetrate viewers weary, I'm slept on heavy, but I still dream with aggression, it's settled, bet it, check it, breakin' plenty necks, remotely projectin signals my head beholds, injected from beneath my chest, I'm sweepin' through and leavin' hate on the bristles of every broom, People dwindle to a kindle admist my boom like the wick on any bomb, tell anyone I'm plenty grown, been plenty wrong, but that mentally made me plenty strong, so now I'm plenty on, I am comin' and I'm pretty gone, I'm plenty...never empty, sincerely yours..my rear lore's pure allure.


Fin.


And be easy.

 

[ClaveVesari]

This is for every literary focused soliloquy of honed wisdom shown openly on any forum.


Poetic Justice whether with vowel chimes, or infinitely stretching story lines


That we all keep alive.


Linear in an attempt to open minds, hopefully, with portraits through key strokes holding emotive motive,


To lead a world to grace already placed but continually ignored, no recognition of importance, so I send my logos ordinance,


Pourin favor toward coordinating We, no more drama entertainment, even tho I'm a little romantic when it comes to dreams


And confinement in those dreams while confiding them to what I see as influence through impressin you,


To keep bliss consuming, healing confusion from deploying truth, destroying doom,


Devoid of misery or muted feelings, avoid the brutes and give the ones lookin for hope


Somethin else to choose instead of truce, make em say, "Touche" when I coup detat ombre, avec verite et lumeires,


Eluding quietly Illuminati-type mindings while booming through any crippling disputes tryna minus minutes,


Defuse time released solutes, turn ridiculous into minute for as long as you view


A flow on ocean-side view. In the distance, letters cruisin paper colored crests, waving like salute.


Bid adieu to any problems on ridden chests, so fluent, it's like you feel the music


Through constant combustion of consonants and vowels, bursting mental ovaries,


Birthing verses with earnest genetics, triple helixes wound round realest vows in relevance, makin sound from words so that sound's observed,


So it's like you feelin what I felt, fillin where I'm failin, just a philosophical fellow,


Looking for fellowship, tried finding fulfillment but found the opposite in facilities frail to Phonics


Of a kid speaking honest, seeking honor, seeming harmless, but I recommend putting guard up,


Oblong depth in this eclipse of a prolonged length


Prologue, addressed to a montage of my life, stowing monologues until I come to write,


As to prep for when I begin describing my mind state, where I've walk from margins ecliptic, constant in one dimension,


To the existence of ecliptic balance between will and opposition, knowledge, wisdom and their combined potential,


My fuel in talents suppressed, dream announced like birds chirp before sleep, leading heart and definition


To depictions of visions seen and unseen, exquisite keenness given toward deliberating Meaning


Of physical contingents, or embodiment of written apparitions, sortin dreams or fiction,


Reality or affliction to self, diction or over a hundred pictures, wealth in lyrical production


Or indigent esteem trailing functional, runnin in the distance, is it a miracle or deliverance of a muse in slumber


Wantin truth but sometimes confused because I'm always changing, made thinking a chess game


And I ain't about to lose, I just do it. Check made with papermates, I checkmate with paper or computers,


No more static altitudes or stagnate ponds of improvement, I get it movin and never anchor. To be continued. Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Spendin all this time fixin everything, workaholic printin dreams,


Taking time to get aligned, so when it all falls into position I will instantly


Change pace in mental race, without a second thought,


Taken off, no more being rocks, more a mortal bringin rockets,


Out of reach in space, but never far from faith, faith in heart,


Faith in me, faith is art, faith in stories, faith in poems, faith-based philosophy, faith in coping, faith bestowing bridges in broken memories


to crossing over any limits faith destroyed, faith is potent,


faith is infinite, faith is hope in...


Dreams that no one knows or sees, only me to choose to believe


In Dreams, dreams of words, dreams of novels, dreams of worlds,


Congenial means of lyric worship to relieving grief, brief inertia from esteemed assurance,


Dreams of being a published author, a Stephen King in all trades,


Whether they fade or feed from a gleam changing to a flame, to a blaze,


to an enraged annihilation.


Spent eight years in renaissance fairs, increasing expertise in splitting hairs


With shaped ideas into blades that thin air whenever tested 'gainst,


rested for long enough, throng of lust to Da'vinci shit, lush of Mona Lisa's lips


In poems so no matter what state I'm in, I'm always local to my core of sentiment,


In safe grips, shade of drapes or in nature's isolation, away from grazing apes,


Primal chase to erase my drive, well that's fine cause I eliminate the ignorance


And mach five my faith to ever fire dreams that wave goodbye, while I welcome minds with this vibrant rhyme.


Fin.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Defiled Love taints the Wells of tomorrow,


A frothy Mist expelled from Depths


Of the Earth's own Breast,


Impaled lungs desperately seeking breath,


Life becomes a race to catch itself,


Warring for Peace, instead of forging foreign links,


Battlefields inside remain quiet, while screams outside flood ears of violence,


Staring at Blood glazed eyelids,


Tongues forever silenced, minds unfinished now denied this


Because of an idea to use Swords for teeth,


Attack lips that teach diversity,


Killing mercy breeds extinction,


But wills adversity, builds need for courage,


And worry to leave Earth becomes a perk to leave what they consider Hell,


Only worry is to live without having seen truth spell truth


and Instead tells tales to stale and hurtt,


Encouraging eyes to understand why one breathes,


Why one seeks breath just to seek the next,


Ill minds then become well, as pride unveils power in potential,


A Grouping in existance, the mist hiding signs of the resistance,


A language spoken through persistence, Mastered along the distance between topics of misadventure and misfortune,


everyone sees it but never speaks it, until now,


The sound of freedom breathes from seas of unknown wisdom, into rivers,


To bring a new mist, a change in weather, a change in wind,


Of change in chains around wrists, ankles and brain,


Chasing clouds away, dismissing them for the time being,


Un-well fair the predecessors of passed down malicious effort,


Accepting credit to attain power, dissolved their presence to a Coward's,


As a Stone Table breaks in, a Sun-dial erects, where truth dawned good graces,


Hell-like, at first, to stabilize inner rage held in the innocent,


Like entropy to enemies,


And leaves a blaze inside, upon victory.


Soon clouds return,


none in the name of evil,


but to extinguish it,


newer generations seeing the flame as being fueled by hatred,


An emotion over time turned tainted.


No room for error becomes space for terror.


No later than empires fall, do good intentions share depths.


Questions always further; adolescents are our best observers,


Bare minds bear mines, buried under, proximity to truth and wonder,


Sometimes timed, in exchange for a prime,


A mountain peak becomes the mind's keep,


All the time, on the rise, dreams peek through eyes to see a world dry and bleek,


Change sneaks its way in and becomes a trend to forever lead


The neo-victims,


A contradiction to exalt meaning in existence.


Beware of difference between fault in tradition and fault in decisions.


Fin. The End.

 

[ClaveVesari]

Stress has diminished every feelin' I've


Tied to love, All I get is sick and tired,


Looking higher into the sky, Earth, bye,


Wireless, detached from the surface of


Murderers, Liars, Tyrants, Encouraged


Wrongs from the Leaders' sweet talkin'


Always spyin', definin' us, I, them,


All about me, mine, chase, find, get,


Well I'm fine, set, fit and if you don't


Know then you should memorize this.


Blind asses dividin' masses, A life in


An abyss where Time sits, passes quick,


But it doesn't matter then, Lavish ticks


Repeat the past events again and again


Revealin' our ills and remedies given via


Enemies, making immune every pain


We endure through everyday, in everyway,


From the outside in, turnin' insides prey.


Barely sane, but living is how I say,


Better yet Illustrate how much I appreciate,


Killin' hate with a simple, yet authentic thanks


See, power lays awkwardly, hardly seen,


Inbetween the mark you aim


Your heart before you start to leap,


The stability of thoughts when falling free


And how you reembark upon defeat


But still, regardless, we lock, targeting


All those who try and lead, who better see


A tomorrow, now set in our sorrows


Lost in speech, Sought in dreams


Trying to teach with feelings borrowed


We end up fighting enemies endlessly,


Mentally unprepared, physically impared,


Alas without any shielding or armour


Constantly applying win to situations


That leave me nothing but amazed, shit,


So nothing's left except surrenderin'


Whether it's fair doesn't compare


To the lack of will used to get you there


Lack of consideration or caring


For society, con-spire-acies plotted deep


By higher, slyer beings. And yet we let what's honest


Fall to depths, unconsciously following


Talk shelled serenity compelling energy


Of the Darkest entity, upheld through we,


Created purposefully just to hurt you and me


And reverse how things once used to be,


Developing metal-like mentalities, true to greed.


Kettled up emotions from losing memories


While pursuing kin or those who can be


Held so closely, but I can't feel anything


Except for lonely, mute and I don't blink,


All I see is where photons used to beat.


Fightin' our own humanity, dismantling


The mantle piece made of sin and faith


Forgetting peace brings fear to where it leaves


Allowing chaos to steer, live and breathe


And then we can't do a thing, except


Watch astray to our races own decay


Accept what has fallen, reapply and Pray.


And now we see a new day, new praise


Toward the highest power, cowards change


Turned to brave, Courage then awakes


And everything merry, Airy, sparing space


For fairing 'gainst the farthest darkest grip


Intentions to corrupt its opposite,


And I stand with plenty scars, staring far


Toward the stars, Earth, so Long, Au Revoir.


Fin.


Words in my head, where in thorough thirst they tread, emerge heard like elephants, from buried breaths, from fury furled chest, worried about being worried, stressed from being stressed, certain about less as doubt resurfaces and I become concerned about the negligent, searchin for answers left on pedestals, hidden by the arrogant to protect their self-inherited apparel of clarity, claiming merit, but just lack awareness of their sins, or the air to travel in, no steps, straight conclusion of confusion, flat as paths of chess moves, pieces fightin for victory but still peace eludes them, so I piece with muse of Sleuth's to be at ease and say peace, chuck the deuces.


And the letters in these words reflect the effort delivered, coerced through cranial prefectures, technique rigid, structured vision of diction on instrumentals, diggin through bunkers of lyrics, liftin courage hidden, with winds of Faroe now arisen from brightly enlightened temples, a literary Lichen spreadin life contingent with wisdom ripened, assurance in pensions, so I'm highly pensive when it comes to providin insightful mentions with slighted rhythm, but right now I'm aligning life, realized I was forgettin memories of times when I was centered with inner me, so I ended all intentions hindering me from flight and ascended to heights...aforementioned, peace. Fin. lol

 

[ClaveVesari]

Shooting Stars, Blurring Bursts


Of Leading Light


Across the Atmosphere


Gushing Gamma Rays Rushing


Through Thresholds, Trusting


Skies, Sincerest. Brushing Bare


And Leading Light


Across our Air-est,


Growing Garret, Running, Riled


From Terrain Tearing, Taking


Stereotypes Stigmatized and


Bereaves them, Blinded


Right before our eyes


Distant-sighted, Sparks ignited


And I stand surprised,


Can't speak for others


So I only write, it's only right


Only time I feel like...


I feel like I'm alright,


Breakin' down the style


With Christened lines, Critiqued to


Sub-lime, right above Garnet


An Earth of dead, Sea of Life


In skies of Clouds rolling light


Against the surface pulling tides,


Made in mind, made only one,


Seen beyond distant Suns,


Feelings form inside and they must


Be heard at once, so I


Write the way, or bust, writ


Signing the Treaty made..


Between my Heart and Brain.


Fin.


Isn't fear what they call it?


So how do you stop it?


Does Courage befall it,


Or does time soothe the Feeling


And smooth it out like polish?


Does it come back? If so,


Where goes what solved it?


And these are the questions that


Lead to trouble like targets.


Or do they simply just revolve it?


Meant to come back,


Meant to applaud it, the idea


And everything that dissolves with


Mixes like a DJ's song list


Mr. Hahn's discs,


Sessions to treat pruritus of the mind.


Issues that his decisions give


On top of the problems that


The World gives to him,


Shared pains like dividends


And the odds are never different,


Uneven percentages queer as Him


That steer the Fear in him


Never settle it, just sear his skin..


With lyrics of inexperience..


And wisdom from curious,


I give all thoughts mirrorin' myself,


To share and maybe help others see their own appearance in


Me,


As I do to them.


Just as Iron sharpens Iron,


Can a man to another near to him.


Don't gotta be dear to him,


Just friendly actions,


No hidden fears or intent


Just food for thought.


And an elixir for muses,


Deuces.


Fin.


And you can see it Clear,


From afar or really near,


From atop the heavens


Or The depths of Where


Flames feed off the dreaded,


Vanity, Greed and Fear


Like Unleaded, Diesel bedded,


Deception lead him,


A message indirect and


It haunts his thoughts


Sent through Fed-ex, Overnight


So Awake is where it kept him


He hungers for what he lost


And thirsts for a simple drop,


Now it's different and it'll cost.


-----------------------------


In Between -


And somewhere in between


Does a man place his ear


Taking in the sounds


For what they appear


To be. See, the Sounds


In the Ground they Peer


And all around they Steer


What stills the night,


An endless loud


Seen through an endless light


But is silent here,


And that is where pressure Peers,


Also pries, Mostly lies and Always winds


So be it there and never undermind,


Because it over tries.

 

[ClaveVesari]

People tell you anything just so they tail clean, Tales of innocence, discard the insolence, Where cowardice doesn't exist and Glory is imminent, So they stories maintain an uncanny cleanliness, but trails to the truth dips and curves, Braille for the blind man whose sole weapon is listenin', Unlimited in his power to detect the unheard and see clear, all is music to his ears.


And as I said it earlier, the past comes back to reiterate the worth in itself, Giving gifts in the form of experiences different as long as you listenin', paying attention, holding wisdom like the worse is the worse


and helll you gotta live with it


To the hearse's conversion to certain death, No matter the hurt, the pain inert or the dividends given by seemingly endless consequences lingering, contradicted with what we now know as is, as now, 


Shedding light on the sinister


Acts we had once administered,


Diggin' for wisdom in all we once did and didn't did, while others look for a way to justify with far-sighted ignorance to continue to hinder others' mostest intimate amendments within self, whose hope is made free of pride and instead to keep it alive; Whether we change ourselves is irrelevant if in the end we only changed to better fight, an adinjustment just to be right, at the cost to live with it, until life is empty, never forwarding considerate. contemplations. toward others, never mentioning wisdom or what could be, silence's constrictin' grip sinkin' in, crinklin' our deepest defenses


Fin.


Shedding truth in a different light,


To find and inspire those in need


To move above just being quiet


To find their right words,


And speak them proudly,


Without a doubt seen,


Except as a memory,


Through times we wept..


To find, but never found peace..


Expecting it now, but it hides,


We move on without it..


And that's what wildest dreams require.


Absorbing life, absolving time


Within the thin lines that bind


Adolescence, our inner child,


Make it infinite, off the ground


In the wind toward the sky


Never to allow yourself to hide


Let the lessons in life redefine


A lotta shit's gonna suck


But you can never take five


Instead give them all you got


Give 'em all five, tell 'em bequiet


No matter where you find yourself


Please find the strength to stay alive


Stay as wise as you can to survive


Good enough just won't suffice


If they give you that or less,


Give 'em five more, tell 'em bye.


Fin.


Ahead of his life, speedin' next to light


In the Rays, golden glazed, does he fly


Next to Time, Flexin' minds with tests


Of kinds to blind temptations, redefine


What makes you smile, laugh and cry


What makes you you and truly true


Akin to few who, if they only knew


The glory, pride and future imbued


Within, would gladly choose, disclude


The sin, Refuse to mute, Strive for strength


The lies and ignorance fall behind confused


All but too far to just forget, or forfeit


Prerequisite for the distance he intends to live


So when he Gets what doesn't Feit,


He simply Gives, making space for better shit


An endless list, wisdom stretching infinite


With knowledge to measure it, treasure it


Through every dip, endeavor, Lift and rise


Spread with every move that you decide


For every action, seeds another just alike


From within and every body standing by


Remember love, let your passion thrive


Feather Time, flying high, skies as drive


To fuel light spreading far and wide


To lead and guide all who find, never wind


Straight as pine,


As these lines who need Eyes to stay alive.


Fin.


Common grounds, we stand upon


No judgment found to come across


Instead we favor honor in the midst


Of mal intent that taper ends awfully


We livin' for tomorrow, not for us


More for them, more important


We holdin', hopin' for all the lonely,


Sittin', wantin' dreams over them,


A sad remotely growin' deep emotion


They stow within, waitin' for moments


When they may rise above it


And join the distant visions dreamt


To the livid reality they livin' in


And we givin' hope again that they


May continue this and grow from it


And many props to give to those


Who already coped the loathe


Shunned the tongues givin' up


That spoke in broken tones


Astray from Rome-in' on all alone


Away from Cicero, Lips that touch


Judas' and lungs that suck in all


Smoke from guns to fire back


With endless trash, tripe so flawed


So we givin' all we Can, all we May


So that you can Live with Love


Die with Faith, Move with Trust


Hold close Virtue and trade it true.


We do this for the long while,


We do it each and every day.


Fin.


Started in the Slum


Of the heart, pump puh-


Perveted thoughts of love


Distorted through clocks Hung


Along their muse, fused


Lost with not a clue,


Locked in chambers mute


Talk of worthless mental use


Ensuin' lives many choose


Many lose, under the chosen few


Are they frozen cubes


Many faces, Many skewed


Many tracings, Simply drawn


Living crazy, speeding bravely


Cheating ladies, husbands leaving,


Children seeing, learning, gaining


Futures waning, a society surely fading.


Setting goals in the distance


Behind a Sun reflectin' vivid


Misery And Company's visit


Atop the Moon and direct their vision


Lead 'em like Navi callin' listen


Fallen mission, lost in intermission


Broken promises fall as glass


Cuttin' anyone walkin' in it


A path lost, a Mad cost, last plot


Drastic, Dramatic, Unelastic


Tragic to watch, Magic needed


Sadden pleading to pursuade them


To change, please and please


I believe, I believe, I believe


You decieve, I'm decieved,


Still decieved, I believe and


Even if it's just a dream


I'll forever strive to make it reality


A land my love will ever be,


Never leave, vowed, believe.


Fin.