Amrican Poet
Fractures
Intro
Your river, flowing through as the dreams of a sinner, an internal labyrinth, a swaying of conjectures
Knowing in lucidity, your life prevails, your faith delivered, devouring those
Lost in taunted effects, a lingering path laid proud;
Fateful, conquering, loving, but more still hides
In potentiality mounting;
Hills unfolding as you engage
Laying themselves to be
Your path with carefully placed belief
As your own, a definition still to be told
I am lost beyond cause, I am dying in tears
A waning belief, a faulted purpose
Traversing the landscape of my design
Denying fortitude in strength
If only I could care
My heart would beat again,
Lingering my soul with bliss
Giving a destination of my will
For my light to shine
A new faith brings atonement with beleaguered perceptions
Of unknown cause
Of uncertainty living
As to the certainty
Of who I am
An impatience glooming, a soul unwinding
Rest becoming
Whooping howls
No one to hear
As it always;
Life will be
But in time
You will heal
As u have
Once upon
A time before
Appealing to faith
Dying in despair
A curious paradigm
An outcome unknown
Beating a drum
Tearing my fears
Into uneven
Strands of faith
Living in me
Dissected into thought
A feeling no more
As mighty Thor
Will find his way
Conjure the righteous, conjure the good
A fact of existence
Only one choice should be heard
In your life, essence believed
As your best self
This day will be seen
Entangled velocity pursuing my soul
Propelling beyond conceptions allowed
In a history unheard, now unsure,
All there is to be done is face
A life of faith as a cure
Find the jeweled crown of human conception
An Aphrodite for Socrates,
In a life lived well
By a morality of choices
Through a vision of blind trust
New theories are forming
In giving love I trust
My purpose, my belief
My acronyms of faith
Giving is always
Not just a human myth;
In this we can reside
As humanity's Blonde Beasts
Rectifying what we all learned
From the faith of the ancients
To those who loathe the day
They ever brought their evil to us;
The living embodiment as they sought,
What they thought didn't exist
Humans of Good, correcting
Human sinful mistakes,
Seekers of giving,
Doers of the just
Striking balance in power
A battle never ending
Until each one of us
Only look to the Good
Leaving evil to rest
As deliverers of peace
Bring them their free will,
Atoned
Gaining ground on demons unheard
Heading to an inconsequential existence
Perturbation begins to rule
A fainting self-worth
A falling out of self-discovery
Living in cyclones of emotion
A transference of turbulence
To human aggression
A definitive myth now a memory lost
Give me your grimaces of a life endured
And I will relieve you from pain
Enlighten yourself
And I will ease your soul
Just one step of faith
And forever u will endure
I once felt a soul
A given beat
Pulsating me to choose
My life to be
An idea unable to touch
A theory in being
Now a deceased
Hollow grave
Bur-roughing into
My chest
Concaving a tomb
Never to escape
Only to lay, here
Only to lay, alone
In, between
Sculpted hatred
Twinkling definitions,
A benign intent
Met with pause,
Grief, and guilt
Look into my eyes, disturbingly blank, reflection lacking, only a muted vision;
Self-sourced
Self-devoured
Entangled titans filling my bones
To a hardened stone, weighing me to this earth
So the evil of hell will seek its perverse justice;
My soul as a trophy, awarded to the grinning
Teething beasts crawling in salvation,
Such an award to be conquered
A human once with such ambition
Frozen to fear, a choice no more
An acceptance of fate, as the grinners persevere
Love and care
A dying need
So longing,
My heart now dies
Aching and distraught
Your fears arrive
Perception undone
Faith long gone
Only a bruising
Pain living
Blue and purple
Seeping from
Unknown beginnings
Long lost, mired
In sight
Losing disruptions
My human battle to endure
Taking on too much
Each step unsure
Cracking foundations
No reprieve near
But a fight will be held
As I don't give in
All I know is to fight
For what it is that I believe
Adorn your responsibility to a life well lived, just a few steps out your duty is to arrive, as a comprehensive pseudonym for limitless human belief in a derivation of common folklore that we all can be, our eternity within, our forced persistence in our presence, a path well worn, from journeys of beginnings to journeys to understand, an easy hope when you stride in conscious musing gazing towards your inward light; lit, as a trail in leading so each door is closed then lost to the skies, a recognition now that no door is in sight, gone into a journey, a marksman on his hike, making his path one step anew without fear or concern for what this is all for, a mere form of thought is enough because once again, like the day he was born from Orion’s loin, this marksman only lives in the light
Palpating tears soothing my sins
Holding gentleness anew
In kind hope
Courage arrives
In my human life
Hope survives
Attacking constructs of old, a story of sorts, a pride now gone
On to the next, a focus re-rising, a persistence being born
In desire for more, a life so wanted, so desired
Recognizing this truth as maybe not before
With logic reigning, my heart feels with possibility,
Potentiality persisting without reason
But a path will pursue, by my very own will
Crimson tides of blood tarnishing my skin
A fluidity in thought perfecting my fall
Swollen in pain, fevering with a glare
My heart will no longer beat
Because I am gonna tear this hell to
A once forgotten swarm of ill advised
Threat upon my existence,
A decisive action discerning
The might of the Good
From the weakness of pain;
Penetrating a human plague
So today, today evil dies in my arms,
A burial of myths, a burial of pure will
Against all odds, standing grace
Arising from ashes of distortion
Into the path of light
Through the flames of disdain
So I will say;
I am the Blonde Beast
Hear my roar, through my cries
lay;
An epic self,
A pure monolith of faith
Seeking to define
Brutality of force
As my now weapon of choice
Hate lingering
Pain smoldering
Myself into
Stained faith
Hindered in thought
Fighting
Not to surrender
Living,
To breath again
Despite it all
I am here for what I believe
Beating, thumping, acquiring
Loathing, begging, pleading;
On your knees, crying;
Ego swollen
Mirages interfering,
Faith a stow away
Reckoning arising,
Knees quivering,
Sightful tears
Show me my pain;
Fears presumed unreal
Fed as disheartenment
Lurking to feed,
Looking to devour,
Each drop of sweat;
Each fear;
I now realize
Has left me all alone
Rising, tidling, wave of fatigue
Monotony killing
Banal tunes now listened;
Subduing, relentlessly,
Pounding my heartened chest,
Splattering consequences
Collapsing my chest
Into suffocation
Tenderizing my breathing
Grossing negligence of self
Through mirrored deflection
Of purpose pondering hope
As droplets of pain
Caressing me to devour me
Lit, darkened
Pain, misery
Hope, denial
Lack of
Human faith
Belief in purpose
Dying, inside
Can't stand
Can't sit
It's too much
Tired of it
Delivered it
Now my life ends in it
A feeling
I will not endure
But a truth to be pure
Stop the terror
Stop the fear
Ignite your inner beast
Your inner faith
Of choice
To look and see
The Blonde Beast is there
Waiting,
As he always has been
To pull you
From despair
To cleanse you
When in fear
When torn
When ending
Becomes your sight
Your vision of being
He will still be there
Brutality of giving
Testing your faith
Driving you insane
Lost consciousness
Trust never more
Imported fear
Uncertainty disguised
In reality unknown
Catching, grasping,
For respite of air
Nowhere in sight
Drowning becomes clear
A daily habit
A fate it appears
This is my life
Full of torture and fear
Of pain never undone
A cycle still going
Losing myself
Not knowing which tracks
Lead to my death
And those that are safe
At this point
They are both the same
A true never ending story
Just because you cared
Worthless sentiment
Compelling my pain
To beat me beyond
Down to broken pieces
Sharded into my eyes
Gorging my belief
From my human flesh
Alive I am
While I am skinned;
Each layer being
Scraped slowly
Only to be sewed
Back on to be torn
From myself, as a metaphor
Of my soul
Leaving my body
As today, like
The day before
Is all I have
Is this moment
No future to exist
Fear, atonement
Past sins,
Reconciliation
Scared, sacrifice
A self in shock
Living in lack of
A future unclear
Disturbance of mood;
Only forward
I must go
Or live forever
In a past unknown
Gracious, conflicted
Thankful, but concerned
Reality lost
An identity well built
Pleasure and joy
Humanity not found
Disgust and guilt
Riddling my thoughts
Letting go I fear
Will bring more pain
A consciousness arisen
A life you have chosen
In your momentum paused
You think you see
Irrelevance is clear
Only forward will
Bring you to your
Reality to breath
Stand in your vigilance
Stand in your pain,
Scathing your graces
Brutality awakens
A burial beneath
Capturing depths,
Conjectures of fear
Stirring your echoes,
Of consciousness
That make your quiver
No longer hidden
But a force of belief
God, find me a path
While I rest, recover
To begin again
A path of the Good
Still some repair
Lives,
I hold so dear;
Instill in me this vision
And it will be my way
I only care to give,
It is where my sanctuary rests
And where my soul lives;
I ask this favor, I will
Wait and listen and
When it is clear and
I am relieved to further
Not a blink will occur
I will simply walk as I am told
Lost in archaic persuasions
Sinful patterns of allegories
Morphed into metaphors
Of an alleged consciousness
Deciphering, delivering
Melancholy infused
Standing in,
Two footed holes
Cementing stances
A posturing confused
Conspiring against me
Lurking from outside,
From within
It is the same
Wrapped in denial
Engaging with
A twirling commotion
Unsure who will win
Evil and his disdain
Or
Heaven's lighted spear;
In lost ground
My mechanisms of
Humanism implores
An unravelment of me,
Seam by seam
Until the threads
Of my fiber
Make up of me
No more
The skies lifted as atlas shrugged
The strength of human might
The courage of human will
A monumental feat, through metaphors of belief
A human lifting the world
Into the path of the Blonde Beast
Into unwavering faith
Beginning to thread a conscious unraveling
A woven heart breaking
A mortal sin encountered
Bring your hammer
Bring your Thor
Letting lightning strike
The Blonde Beast of your will
I walk into the claws of hell flaunting
My written disgust of humanity
And flames
Burning is my soul with inept
Peace denied
Scolding I am, with hate of inner
Demise
Lift your spirit, lift your will, engage with
Afflictions of your soul;
A deviation of your consciousness to
Litanies of blissful resurrection,
Of your divinity guiding your faithful purpose as
Gods' human light
Shining through your pain
Bringing listened tears to your boisterous
Acquiescence heard as a lion’s
Roar into fields of history
Portraying unsolidity relinquished in perception
Holding my spirits worn as a shield of strength
As a warrior of human faith, as a person who cares
Fatigue undressed, your history unloved
Distasteful in inquiry
Conjuring hell to acquire
Pursuant to ravagement
Your life long scar
Well fatigued, an authority
Without reprieve
Condolences arrives
To forgive myself
For all that I bleed
Gathering, drifting, floating, detesting
Attributes anointed, belonging to
A seldom found version of being
Sensing lucidity, sensing there is more
I, me
With no heart to breath
A corpse;
Dead, but not dying
Takes one more inhale
A last chance at salvation
Into the darkness I go
To fight, one last more
A broken symmetry convoluting my disguised
Essence into paradigmatic dissection
Altering a thesis from mirrored glass to
A translucent dissension
Abstaining from;
A fallen frailty of self
Letting hope fall
For the pieces to begin
To find
A soul as a lost cause
Kill me this river litanizing my disdain, protruding my languished soul from bowels paining my fainting breath, birthing from within a helter's hell erupting tormented brutality carving Nietzche's plague and Sartre's fate of disturbing afterthoughts in existential disease; a corpse, a heart of death blackened and hardened breaking a diamond's resilience, breaking a spirit's cocked fortitude lashing into shriveled revelations of glory and strength into the lower levels of Dante's masterpiece, loathing in my now scaling skin, my burning soul; No more can be done
Give me your weakness, give me your pain, your umbilical cord of distrust;
Rest in me your vicious disdain, antipathy of coarseness perversing my reign
As a worn symbol of my lion's roar, pouncing to deter even a moment
Of your lame, defunct anti-human metaphor for rage;
Inwards congregating a sublime path, as I walk this earth, ravaging human pain
As my brutal sway of maneuvering today, staring into you, my light;
Will devour your darkness within, a carnivore of will, a destroyer I will;
Walk into this valley of shame breathing my dragon, slaying your grasps
Of perception of foes laying within a circle of death, twisting to conjure
Who it is that I am; just look into me and on this day, you meet your creators end
Seeking scenery of human light, a lost deception denying growth, denying my birth
In a future unseen as myself, as a prospective of never sourced
Inspiration rivaling my toted faith hammering aspired ambitions
To misery losing a history to mirages of choice;
Misunderstood and lacking association to conjure
Images of purpose now defined in a self-reflection
Never looking back, never giving inception as a theory
Not even a refraction of knowledge, just a telling of me
As I am, a human lost to a consciousness of disease
Living in a lying trust, a rudimentary fantasy conveying illusive tall tales of flamboyant desires entrusted
To bring forth in imaginative corrosion of discipline, discipled apathy, unconcerned forgone denial
Intensifying gazed manipulation lurking, but little heard, depictions encouraged, shimmered
Toward the muse as a malformation of disingenuous dystonian movements thwarting inception
Struggling to repair disengaged solidity
Burying a future
Yelling to scream
Broken hope
Once stood in hallowed ground
Now standing on
A fractured self
Of existence
A broken struggle
Penetrating my mind
Purposeful design, constructing mental forums, living aspirations
Debilitating traumatic envy of my concrete brutality of design
Against inflicted mutiny tidling against my hopes, my dreams;
Couriering myself forward as the turbulence meets its resistance
In my soul a battle is quelled, In my story, trauma will not be heard
Venturing, kneading absolution from an inward sabotage,
Pitted mines;
Opening my skin
Walking in depths of valleys shadowed
In tormented scorns
Browsing my peripheral pain of ignorance
Guiding me into the fire of pitted flames;
Burning, rationality,
Incessant torment,
Eyes tearing,
Staring;
Agony unrecognizable
Consuming me, my natural state of enduring
What is it that is nothing my soul, surviving inept courteous burdens transgressing my disgusting...
When does my soul rest?
In. Denying my breath?
I am dying. My strength
Looking definitions to define
My soul bleeding is inflamed
Scouring my brows
Forever torn, forever my own
It's time, isn't it, to live in dreams of gentle candor, a refraction of light pursuing
A purposeful cause
A life of values
A desire to wage war
Begging to be let loose
My life needs giving
My life needs to endure
Past the sight of my vision
Past reality unchanged
Into the future
Into potentiality
Will my being be born?
Will my fate endure?
A definitive soul divining purpose
A sanctuary of relief
A burden to endure
Fight for what u believe, your duty, your ethics of choice
Fight for humanity, the Good, your highest ideal of being
That is all you do is fight
When you tell yourself you shouldn't
Fight harder
When someone tells you to stop, put the pedal to floor
Listen to your calling, it is your own
Let it raise in you, your spirit of courage
And blind strength in intention
To deliver your idealism, your best self
A giving to others they deserve to receive,
Your pure spirit of this is who I am
A worn gesture of I shall not fear
Rising in your theories built in your history of better,
Your history of 'you can't break me'
You will never break me
I conjure u to only defeat you
I breath so I meet you
Punishing your hatred with my shield of Good
And say,
My relentlessness will not ease
You have walked into the belly of the beast
And that is where you will bleed
For eternity to havoc you
From the brute force of my grasp
A snake cannot escape
A talons hawkish grip;
Through my best self
Your evil will never gain
On my light of the Good
For all my days
You will meet your end
When you are tired, pick you head up
When u get mad, pick your head up
When pain arrives, pick your head up
When u got no more, pick your head up
When your body says no, pick your head up
Just pick your head up
A glimpse of an artist into inception
Into theories of uncompromised morality,
A blinded attribution of a self-applied
Momentum on a continuum;
Further I go, further I step
Breaking barriers of perception
Savagely beating my drum
A rallying cry felt but not heard
As the beat becomes a tune to
Rhythms of souls connected
So human might bears its chest;
A gorilla arising, a jungle devoured
Purpose must be met, success will never be left;
Only pure hearts will define,
The future of humanity
Found in each of our resistance
Live in your generous self
Giving affirmations of faith
Warring against evil's hate
Using love as your sword
Striking hell abound
Through dignity to decide
Always to live in your aspiring
Creed of delivering The Good
In your eclectic new-found pride
Hear my thunderous roar, my lighting strike against human hate
My consciousness of the unseen, the rhetorician of humanity
Feel my fury, feel my rightness
My dignity in choice
Enduring to be heard
As once a lore
Now a becoming
Sourced from inspiration
From the geysers risen
Too convey
This day
Will not be my last,
Nor will I rest
Until my story enlivens
My burden to rise
Under the waters fall
My gaze will no longer hide
Truth lacks substance, taste, smell, a toll of condescending tactile forgiving
Through an act, a grace
An almighty human belief
Lighter than air,
Faintly accrued
Intangible in senses
Only in an act
Is truth,
A true story well told
Seek your justice
Become the world's sense of peace
Fighting the haunting of a human’s choice
To disgrace the goodness of our souls
To bring at your side
Your verbal rhetoric to slay
With heaven to arise,
Your burden to guide
So no human knows pain,
So no human will let lay
Their ability to stand and say;
No more will I forgo
My decisive action to give,
To battle into scarred
Entanglement
As each moment I will infuse
My morality to tear
For my Goodness to arrive
In the face of fears
I will rise
With my words by my side
Enter the layer’s deprecation, residing inward towards loathing outward appeal
Into a dystopia, mired in guilt, ravaged through pain
A concrete euphoria reduced to delusional guilt
An apothecary of self care,
Illusions no longer feared
Only a consciousness engaged
Today will be, just maybe, making it all worthwhile
Whenever you are ready you say
Today will be uncompromised,
Tomorrow will be better
Yesteryear will cease with the air
Only to rise each morning
Today I have risen past perspectives of human pain
Taking my journey towards the mountains of the east
Standing in the burning darkness of disdain
Only to head to gaze to that which I deny
The spirit of the holy ghost, the muse of Jesus Christ
An awesome abundance of belief in human faith
In a God never failing to provide,
My lightened path of perseverance and reverence
To my own unique relentless discourse
In conversation as a dialogue on being,
The best of my attributes, the best of me
To deliver in my art, an infusion of belief
Creating a guided spirit, an uncompromised will
Living in this day, as the best human I can be
Deliver me this river
Into divine grace
Rinsing my sins
Releasing me
From hell's grasp,
A consciousness
Now awake
Born from the light
Discovering to fight,
Burdens of purpose,
Morality ingrained
A showering bliss
Delivered through faith
Living in pure human will
Giving his muse
Of a destiny to choose
In my life
I have begged
I have pleaded
I have faltered
I have failed
I have gained
I have lost
I have wandered
I have surrendered
So on this day
I can now live in faith
My burden to wear
My life to show I care
This is being human
Overcoming our fears
Giving our tears
To life
I wear you
On my hearted sleeve of strength
Looking at you, into you
A story begins to unfold
Full of life, full of belief
A human of hope
Living in blind faith
An atonement
Living as being
For a history defining
A person of growth
In this moment
Shall be seen
At you, into you
An atonement
Living as being
For a history defining
A person of growth
In this moment
Shall be seen
Your guided purpose
Your relentless
Innate hope
In each of us lives
A human
That feels
Our pleasure
Our pain
Our joy
Our inception in thought
Living as we
Were born,
To do good
As our core nature;
A blissful state
Laying to rise
A beautiful person
Since the day
You were born
To enter this world
Loving ourselves
Loving you
Loving me
Loving us
As our natural state
Of being
Existing to pursue
Rivers of faith
As paths chosen;
Intersecting,
With each other
To fill our hearts
With soulful purpose
In one another,
We give
Without
Intention or purpose,
A flow of life
A notion of the good
In each of us
Each day to decide
Good will rise
To overpower
What comes our way
As a conscious stream
Navigating this life
If you stop and see
Right now
Is your opportunity
To decide
A momentous decision;
Today
I will give my life
To the beauty
Of this earth
My fellow humanity,
My fellow
Brothers and sisters
So each within
Opens our hearts
To our true human purpose
To live in the light,
To fight
For what you believe
To give your whole self
As an act of being
The best human
You are
You will now be
As your story of choice
That today
I will be
The best me
Kind and gentle
Touching each soul
With my caressing
Care a heart deserves;
Stepping into your path,
Of deep human care,
Soothing souls
As a small touch of faith,
Giving another
Human hope
Just as you are
Just as me
We are in this
Together
As a gift
That the present is
An opportunity to live
As our creator chose,
To give us free will
To give to each of us
The opportunity to decide;
Today I will give
My soul
The warmth
Of my touch
As a guiding light
Flowing,
As a presence now felt
Soothing human souls
With pleasure and joy,
An act of grace
You are now giving
To those you love
To those that touch your heart
Who you care deeply about
Those whose lives
You can't live without;
It is your life
Your story
Your history of creating,
Your humanity to provide
What it means
To live in divine faith
End
Amrican Poet Fractures
By R. Cary
Copyright 2019