Unassuming leaf
Welcomes light, breathes energy
Wind blows, smooth blades gleam
Blue skies heat strikes green
Providing shade and sugars
For my revelry
Awed by humble tree
Wherein a branched court perches
Singing passerine
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
Am i allowed to write this book
though the language is not my own?
Am I allowed to walk through blossoms
from the trees your father has grown?
Am I allowed to slip my tongue
in the space behind your heart
where the flag of love lifts in the opening dark?
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
To watch the clouds roll on the firmaments plain,
Both within, and without, their expression won't wait
Observe sun-lit rain falling all in silkened threads,
Descending to proclaim 'earths rock be thy dream bed'
There water grew static as a new storm of green
An epoch of floral tempests only the sky had then seen
Inspired perhaps by radiations spectroscopic artistries
They desired to wear waves from 495 to 570
What mad dreams the clouds cried out of such passion to be
Miraculous life, the nuclear fruit bore from star to tree
Matter motioned towards conscious devotion to survive
Unconscious becoming conscious predation of others nuclear awareness' to stay just a while consciously alive
Electronivorous cardiomagnetics emanating fields of matter fine
Introspective auric spheres vibrate to harmonies a'chime
Such hearts all a-hum to dimensions they defined
And so from a singularity there would be a beautiful mind
What flowers that bloom on these electric fields,
The art-forms, machinations that matters personal reality yields
Richest pollen for the mind is the written fantasy
Colourful petals formed by guitar pedals is one beings audio-mis en scene
How many depictions for the eyes there are of Venus' divine bodies
No greater art form than complementing aspect, force, and frequency
Oh First Cloud, sailing horizons where one never sees the limitless sky
For there is naught else to compare, no antithesis or edge to help define
We find there forms for pleasure, pain, ideals, but not answers to the neu(t)rons darkest, heaviest dreams
Flung through a universe without Dao, only gravity and dopamine
Matter would politicise, while surfing a rock in a black sea round just one of many long blazing days
Their surfing worlds, mirrors of radiation coursing through an existential void-walled maze
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
Under pretenses of platonic embraces
You placed me in your dark spaces
Seems i'm left to try putting pieces back together
Or dare to stop the yelling in all forms of weathered
Your wounds old as my half-life
A knife-artist with words your whetstone's worn from tears
And fears
Inspired by years of life read strife
In which dynamic characters play out their rage but there is no separating stage
To guard an audience too young an age
Witnessing rated 14 years of pain coming frequently to term in your dynamic rib-cage
Only to be released like one of Gigers beasts
Tell me how you entertain healing with your lesions so unyielding
When your brows wielding a dark frown it cues a cowards heart to fall down
I must confess my weakness' too strong to state psychological fact
Thus I would retroact as I came back after every attack
To this day my silence threatens more verbal violence
But I can't blame me as i'm not the only one to see what prunes this knotted family tree
We all suffered cuts by our lucidity
As we just try to be while on the perifery of such ugly scenes
Choosing instead to close an eye while our ears heard you mutually belie
Rather than wield the truth and be free of s(illy noise)
I wish you would truly lose it
Then this tale of anguish might end
But until then from dark pasts and burning astrology you won't be free
Your troubles need drugs emotion and stimulating company
Now which of those is most addictive to your egochemistry
Continually self-medicating to satiate such neuro-chemochotomies
The thrill of tripping skipping flipping dipping back into youth
Do we not serve to intoxicate you remake you ten times tall and years-lost proof
And in return the kitchen hordes and possibility doors we're open to yes I won’t fail to mention the gifts given above all of which was the two of you
By nature tragic
This tangent
Can't walk away once one’s chose the path of magic
So graphic
It's embarrassing to ever have had it
Hate no wit
These are the wounds I keep open from view
So no more shall I lay for you
For shame I speak then I make it true
Beggars can choose not to be fools but
These days i'm kool, gravediggin' on Dr. Seuss
( Dust Kings line: Now there's a playa who spoke the truth)
An unseen tapestry of majesty alludes to pagan revelry
only in the lines beside our eyes while the tale flows forth from the massives mind
it speaks of times of joy and height
In which we’d play and with sticks fight
the day
or contrast it’s way
For does not the dark shimmer around the bright
That we were hahh the feeling so pure
I must heed the god of audio
To which we’d all bow so low
Like hierophants the more we’d know
the more we would then grow
into a united flow
did carry us
like waterfalling up to drink supernal highs
Where boredom dares to go and dies
Shall we soar with a cccccometeor
and finally arrive
To a not so modest eden
Source of body mind soul feedin’
Where there grew a paradise of seats, and blankets, fires, sweet tea and loquatious freaks
And maybe some enlightening treats
what feats were inspired by the beats
And endless, endless pages of dreams!
And ancient wisdom stacked in reams against all walls they were the beams
which held the roof above our centers
To a place that if you did enter
Would stay inside of you forever
Ye traveller know what that threshold offers
A hospitality unmatched by emperors coffers
A spectrum of pleasures amid pain from swift boffers
And company of quality untouched by the weight of dollars
Dare to release the big red latch
and watch what mayhem unleashed that we dare catch
If one should be so lucky
and yes we found each other so very funny
and if the walls could speak they would only laugh or wryly beware
There’s just nothing to compare
To growing up and out and everywhere
As we did when we tred there
The best of times are yet to come but with no little death
And yet I sometimes wonder how much ppppparty we have left
But no words will reflect said bounties or meet the scales of justice
If that bird rocked to this scene, she’d get loose and lustrous
Not wholly tragic
Lifes tangent
I can walk where I please cast my own hands magic
Foot traffic
The best times do rhyme I know ‘cause I had it
A Deep graphic
I’ve danced with witches, fairies, kooks it’s true
What stories doth desire choose
Quite a bit of fun the two of you
Beggars learnt to live like lords it’s lewd
Aaaaand i'm still kool, gravediggin' on Alliterine Use
I learned the difference between bullstool and dreams
And it seems
That in between
So many passionate empathies and of the things you said to me which further your hypocrisy
There lies a respect not grudgingly cloaking a love of sound mind soul body which sees it’s mishaps p’raps and each repeat one agrees that ones heart feels dark when one succeeds to see what hurts a family tree
To ignore ones own lucidity Is stupidity insulting our intelligent tendencies
So now here see
We’re all ruled by our cruel feelings and selfish dreams as we all shoot for our own ending
Our heads never above our hearts it’s an ugly anatomy
Feel what I mean
So I won’t deny that by mistakes you witnessed of mine so many times I finally realised how to walk alright
And what it means for responsibility to be tried
To hold my head up so I can wield my hands and just maybe to be my own man
Those fools duels are not aside for you cried by spite to get me out of your life for just a while after you decide that what’s in your heart can hurt mine by an extreme vindictive right
So flightly I would leave nightly I’d fight me when I look back to see where venom has thus struck thee
You didn’t see me
But one does realize what lies or rather cries inside and how it might set ones words alight
Truthfully tragic
One’s tangent
None of us seem to know all the magic
Fantastic
Let’s keep trying ‘till mastery is graspeedegh ( epic troll)
-wibblestick
I want to rob a punk band with a shoe
Pulled off with good insights and tunes
Could be a spot of fun if you’re upto
Crunk your young selves yelling to be used
Beggars choose
To be with good company who feel the blues as well as all the other hues
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
*I'm sickly with angst, and want to abuse this place of artistic expression,
With a mind now too awake to remember the next lines direction.*
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I'm about to fly
And I know how to never die
Could learn how to forget why
One's path goes stretching into the night
To live life but never fight
Or even question what is right
These tiresome metaphors of light...
I thought i'd fly instead I bounced
Away from that I should have denounced
In heart and mind these thoughts do pronounce
As pros and cons in ****** bouts
Biochemical fits forming knots & skull sport-in-outs
Which reshape ones form with which it then flaunts
Fair or flawed by what beholders wants haunt...
I grew up in that view
The one I almost flew into
Got shot down by gravity's news
'bout it feeling equal reds and the blues
So many hearts broken only for hues
These words drown in metaphor,
But they're true...
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Tonight,
my heart still beats itself to feel alright
for just a scratch-soothing while
i suspend myself in the fight
and smile as neurons crossed like fingers remember foreword
to a time when i'll always feel warm inside
Why my core has a habit of overh'eating' by feeding
on the very phenomenon-echoes repeating by striking minor chords of flaming screaming
having a heart is simply to imply a vascular system of circuitous bleeding
on the inside
it's becoming of a sensitives pain who's breath inspires irony towards the thought of what (and how this) sustains one's own life
for no barrier to the brain could block such a painfully bright self-beside site
I always feel but I don't always know why.
...it makes me so angry, this night.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
To live in a place both bright and warm,
On which the art of the heart is reflected in form
But the heart contains shades of the twisted and absane,
From experiences of visceral desire and pain
Casting shadows betraying the walls of this bright place,
Misshapen against the radiant-true worlds face
Opening eyes of men towards their worldward sprawl,
Thus above there lies the heavens in monochromic fall,
Such colourful devastation, to open the hearts of all.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
Once, I was gifted the brightest jewel of all the wide worlds wonder
It shone for me with a brilliance, as it had for no other
But in my foolishness I cast this priceless jewel away
And as it fell t’was broken, the light scattered asunder
Now, it will not shine for me
And so, I stand in darkness
The bitter pain of watching its warmth shining upon others
As my own space dimmed, to dark and ugly colours
But it was I who cast the jewel that broke, and made itself anew
Stronger, fairer, brighter than the untouched jewel that I once knew
Still, I cannot bear to see
And so, I stand in darkness
A jewel so bright, many have sought to bask in its fey light
This is no earthen gemstone, nor star that graces the night
Most, too foolish to keep it shining upon them alone
A jewel set in the breast of artwork fairer and brighter beyond sight
Woe, it shines the least on me
And so, I stand in darkness
A darkness I would have flee from unforgiving fire
To burn the earth and all the heavens until I’m alone
To end this world with fell flames is to what I aspire
And watch the gods despair, at the crumbling of their thrones
Yet, I must not turn ugly
And so, I stand in darkness
Anguish will never wear such a resplendent face, as the one that I shall paint it
Despair will be sung truly, in a sweet melodic guise
I shall mould regret into a bolt of ruthless doom, enamored with a purpose
And pen loss in lustrous tales, to gild a readers eyes
All, done with some subtlety
And so, I stand the darkness
To sound a scream which rends the land, leaving a scar behind
To cry deltas flowing back through past deeds, flooding that frame of mind
For it to nourish life, of a beautiful, and evolved kind
Thus emptied, to float up and admire it from above, weightless, and refined
Though, I must tread silently
And so, I walk from darkness
Finally I saw the truth, after I was told a lie
Delivered into the blinding light, I was left wondering why
Why I was cursed with the folly to commit the greatest of life's crimes
Why I must now see sense, and what has passed me by
Still, t’was a choice made by me
And thus, I’ve burned with darkness
Never, never, ever again, to break such fragile, precious things
Nor walk with tactlessness, or tragedy in my stride
I'll shine with luminescence of thoughts and deeds most high
When some facets of that young boy, have finally, truly died
My own jewel shattered, with minds eye open wide
Now I understand, this allegory of dark and light
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
To all beautiful women
You have a powerful smile
Now this may sound strange
But please stay, listen for a while
Our hearts in your hands
You must handle with care
Because your carelessness and cruelty
Is a harsh burden to bear
And do not take it for granted
This gift given to you at birth freely
For it has won you praise and love
Without effort, so easily
Beautiful woman, let the day shine through your smile
Beautiful woman, please come talk to me for a while
Beautiful woman, won’t you take comfort in my arms
Beautiful woman, please heal me with your charms
Beautiful woman, you are an exotic being
If only you knew, you could pluck my heart like a string
To all the beautiful woman
You hurt like you heal
As you send my mind spinning
On this maddening wheel
You need to understand
Just what you do to me
Whether weighing me down with grief
Or lifting me up with glee
I prize your smile more than a gem
In the memories of my mind
And it is my wildest of dreams
That you would value me in kind
Beautiful woman, you hold me in a trance
Will you let me take you by the hand, and run off with me to dance?
Won’t you visit me, upon your graceful wings
I truly seek the healing that your love brings
You just don’t know how much I need your smile today
Please give it to me in any sort of way
Beautiful woman, you shine like the night sky
Beautiful woman, I have this sudden urge to fly
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC