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Humbled


Humbled

Have you ever been humbled?

Humiliated?

I don’t think you’ve ever been down to earth

To think about others than yourself

When wealth is in the way

Have you ever been afraid to lose everything?

And be homeless?

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced humility

Humbled…

You’re not humble

But proud in your selfishness

Telling yourself you’re doing great for others

Just to feel good about yourself

That’s not being humble

Or being humbled

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced

the pain of others without feeling it about yourself

Can you relate without being the victim?

Do you understand the difference?

I don’t think you’re humble…

You’re in great need of being humbled…

Consciously humiliated.

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A Motion Cycle’s The Resolution. The order in which the poems should be read. These poems will appear in a poetry e-book I’m writing titled “Fishing for Sirens”.

The Fisherman
The Resolution
The Divine
The Antagonistic
The Needy
Fated for Catastrophe
The Veil
The Logical Sense of the Granted
The Pretender
The Wounded
Aphorismos
Finding Work in Idle Hands
The Executioner
Agean Chain
The Invisible
Elysium

Newest Amanda White poem

Celeste

Aqua, where are you hiding?
The flame of love is looking for you?
It doesn’t need a counter-parting
For love is this life’s strongest glue.

Come back with us to the shore
Where the starlight sirens have grown legs
Never mind that thing at the bottom
We’ll lie there only we’ve come to rest.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Terra, where are you hiding?
Flora and fauna are here to greet you
The birds and the trees welcoming
No need to fear the taste of their fruit.

Come back with us to the center
Where the sunflowers have grown wings
Never mind that thing at the corner
We’ll lie there only if we’ve come to an end.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Ignis, I, I am not hiding
The Cosmos is calling us to become one with it again
Mother, Gaia, we your daughters
We’ve listened to your calling
And we are ready for the embrace.

Lead us, through your soft marrow
Pull us back to you with your umbilical cord
Take us from this world so cold and callow
Fill us with that wisdom, unknown, unexplored.

Your light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

New Amanda White poem.

MMM

Brand new
He promised me I’d be brand new
But how can I be
When since I can remember
They kept unwrapping me
Out for dessert
At lunch, and at dinner
And sometimes at breakfast
While everyone’s still asleep.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my flaws can be eradicated
Let me be hospitalized for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my bad feelings
Get rid of all the pain under my skin
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

Used to
I’m so used to all you people looking at
As if it was my fault
Well, then, I can take it
I can take all of the stares
And the whispers
And all the rumors across
Here in my head, my heart
My soul and in my own house.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my bad self can be baptized
Let me go underwater for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my night terrors
Get rid of all the ache under my bones
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

One day from a velvet girl
I’ll become a red head woman
One day this strawberry child
Will become ripe on her own merits.

Does it taste different, just a bit stale after a while?
Does the savor changes after being “sampled” for so long?
Oh, lover, how I wish I was in a brand new packaging?
Become the brand with a flavor that you’d enjoy the most.

Potential Ryan Lyandree Poem. Still not sure.

Causality

So the bill has been signed
It’s the law, and you have to abide to it
Either you like or not
It is necessary for those who watch over majorities’ well-being
But when you’re a minnow
In this shark infested pool
Well, you better swallow up your pride and feed off your saliva.

This is necessary
For the sake our economy
Dispose of a few unknown second hand creatures
Off to the grinder, more grub for the gluttons.

Endearing offer, indeed…
Just a causal casualty…

No need to be concerned
We will rise up against, down on the streets
Signs and gasmasks at hand
Until another fire signal starts, shifts our attention from the objective
The news will all cover it
This has lost priority
Above all, to everyone, the new diversion plan’s working perfectly.

Such lack of majesty
Always under veil
Million dollar campaign for the malnourished crowd
Makes us shed off our eyes, but not off our wallets.

Profound and prolific, yes sir…
Just a casual casualty…

The woke-up-twenty-second-reflection-army is not doing much
As they eat of their caviar and drink on their champagne.

Show of hands if you agree
Down with all of this politically correct bullshit
Nobody wishes to die of cold or starvation
Everyone prays to rise above.

No fingers to point at
No one to blame at all
It’s just necessary evil
Simply collateral damage…

Just a causal casualty…

Amanda White

Aduena

“What a beautiful voice she has”
“Sing for me for a while” he says
Convincing her to open up
Only to steal a piece of her soul.

She’s a town girl trying her luck
He’s a city boy raised in the block
Her naïvetés shines conspicuous
As his reputation precedes him.

Ignorance is bliss
But to each its own
Fools always rush in
Where angels fear the tread.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

“What a unique talent she has
Maybe we can make something of it
We’re in need of new virgins
To keep on feeding this eager city.”

She’s a young girl trying her luck
He’s a sly boy raised in the block
Her nescience glows apparent
It is his chance to take advantage.

Sealed with a kiss
Reason is overthrown
Fascination dashing
Where precious illusions lie dead.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing
She plunges her body and soul onto the chasm
With the risk of hitting the pavement
But all of it is worth the trouble, if it’s for love.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

The main poem/song of Ryan Lyandree’s new “Album” with the same name

The Resolution

Sleepwalking in this desert
I find myself secretly daydreaming
Soaring through the great lengths in distance, far beyond
From where my eyes can reach to see.

Tumbling again against my tail
I watch my heart silently salivating
Like the crows, circling around my head, waiting for my feet
To give in and face down, there, dead.

This road I’ve taken no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
This light here doesn’t seem to spark any brighter
I need to find the source and become one with it.

Wandering in this barren place
I find my soul furtively thirsting
Imagining what’s on the other side of this wall I’ve erected
So tall, so long, so thick, impenetrable.

Keeping me away from this deluding society
Safe from any sort of heartache and suffering
And all the consequences of having to hand my pride
In exchange for the self-indulgent corporal integration.

Did I refrain from it just to avoid any kind of correlation?
Did I ever really need to be part of their congregation?

All I ever wanted was to find my center, to find my peace
Not to dwell right there frozen, posing like a center piece
So this is my letter of resignation,
This is the letter of cease and desist.

This road I’ve been taking no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
This light here doesn’t seem to spark any brighter
I need to find the source and become one with it.

These million miles I’ve walked away from home
Running from all of these sins in my life I can’t atone
I’ve been carving these words in my flesh, not to forget
All the blood I’ve given, it’s not enough to pay my debt
I find myself spiritually crippled, so mentally weary
If I take this path now is because find it to be necessary
To embark a new journey and design a new plan
To slay all the demons I’ve made with my own hands.

The road I was taking, no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
That light there didn’t seem to spark any brighter
I want to find the source and become one with it.