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Dawn King May 2016
In the one thousandth
Subatomic cohesion
You walked close to me
Spoke softly
Opened the other realms door
Set the red dragonflies free
Fluttering wings
Brushing entities
Orphic embrace
Commixing like lace
The southbound breeze
Dawn King Sep 2016
They the three,
when all were there,
went out,
out and on down,
down to the ground,
grounding rooting,
rooted to,
all that is,
is embedded,
as one with,
the bedrock,
rocks and soil below,
so the seed,
germinated seeded,
above as below.
Dawn King Dec 2021

One more time
I'll do just fine


Three things
The power it brings


6 times
I'm grateful it's mine


Nine seconds
Grandeur beckons
Dawn King Apr 2015
you stood against your old battered car
it’s summer in Northern CA
you’re dressed in all black
lipstick perfectly applied
and black hat appropriately tied
lost in a thick conspiracy
did you know it was me
you had your suitcase
gloves on and pen ready
a tape recorder for evidence
each detail is prevalent
you wrote down the license plate
of my rental car
to provide to your lawyer
but never gave his name
i feared you may punch me
square in the face
and wished you would have
for your sake
a trip to the psych ward
was what i wanted for you
just one 5150
my last hope for clarity
Dawn King May 2015
Inhuman humans
Extraterrestrial bipedal
Extrasensory sensationalism
Salvation sensitivity
Helium halo hierarchy
Filtered fixated complex
Validated valor rejects
Calibrated gratitude
Servitude cyanide
Failing fortitude
Dawn King Jun 2015
it matters not
who stand in judgement
who may possess the
highest powers of righteousness
turn away from the
jeweled grail that dazzles

for it will not charm deteriorated flesh
beneath the soil

go stand among
the field grasses
at the edge tracks
of the mountain
the guide that awaits
is free of covert motivations
Dawn King Mar 2017
And once I was a poet
Words poured out
Just as waterfalls do
Among the fauna and flora

And once I loved a man
Tears poured out
Just as scorned ones do
Among the lie and injury

And once I was a scholar
Dreams poured out
Just as the progressive do
Among the movers and shakers

And once I was a hussler
Schemes poured out
Just as survivors do
Among the users and takers

And once I was a nomad
Splendor poured out
Just as free souls do
Among the winds and gods

And once I was a poet
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Mar 2015
actions speak louder than words



there of screams louder than the myriad goblins inhabiting the locked space-less caverns that dwell within the house of pain
Dawn King Aug 2016
When one is merely trapped within the caverns of the mind; thoughtless, or in a raging battle with self analysis

In those moments there, arises opportunity to find complete listlessness

Provide reason to question; if any of it is worth a **** to the self or a single other

Allow contemplation of ideas concerning wasting away while we become the molded version of others

The others are the ones that we systematically seek out to assist us in the culmination of interaction needed to arrive in this place of thought

Yet somehow retain enough of the self to exist
Dawn King Feb 2015
tangled are you
tangled up in it
in it you fell, lost your footing
before you knew what was looming
and that you bought a ticket
straight to hell

tormented are you
like it was yesterday
in it you were, left standing
didn't know there was no landing
all alone on your own
profoundly obscure

twisted are you
twisted conflicted
in it you are, still afflicted
inter-wrought with captivity
another victim
of "The Bell Jar"

terrified are you
terrified solidified
in it you live, afraid to give
mortified paralyzed as horizons materialize
that shape-shift and betwixt
shattered emotive
Dawn King Nov 2015
And you will come into who you truly are;
Regardless of your conditioned past.
Dawn King Jun 2015
Can you tell me with no
hesitation in your voice
that my warped vision
of a romance is any more
or less than a thousand
stand ins for this
off the cuff production?

Or is it simply the
fear in your eyes that
speak in various
timbres of time lost
banking on a love that
was nothing more than
a third rate swindle;
Neither have a fraction
of the impact it takes
to win my obligations.
Dawn King Feb 2015
where to begin
when the task is so mountainous
when all that can be seen is the unmovable
when the need to wretch comes as result of thought
when a heart may fail from silent screams turned inward
the beginning must begin
when there is no way out
when there is nothing left to give
when love seems an unrequited absurdity
when one more day will surely enable the morgue or sanitarium
the mountain is moved
Dawn King Jun 2016
and how delicately
should I handle
that which has
been left to
rot away
Dawn King Oct 2014
I struggle to tell you
Let you all know
I've maxed out my nice card
My resources run low

You will all be just fine
Figure it out
How to get on with it
With yourself by your side

I’m letting my hair down
Going to run wild
Through the streets of self love
I resign from denial

I’ll be my own martyr
You could be yours too
I’m bent beat and broken
And can no longer help you
Dawn King May 2016
There are those seasons
Of the life
That a happening unfolds
When a poets table turns
The life in the living
An extended group of
Each one
A profound poetic moment
Shaped of divinity and vibration
Dawn King Aug 2018
Come walk with me
Let the river wind
The Shamans twine
Interlock & unravel
Infinite travel
These are the
Ancient ways
Step into the haze
Bridge keeper
Go deeper
Do not fear what
The other worlds hold
Need I be so bold
In each life
There is a price to pay
You must give over
To the Shaman way
Entranced, enchanted?
You wish to drink
From this flask?
Drop your ego
Wear the mask?
If this is
Where you belong
You have to want it
You must ask
Giving over to Shamanism
Dawn King Apr 2015
You ease up unknowingly
while unaware I would be
offended by the careless
behavior prompted by the
urgency that has built up
from the condition while
pent up under the roof
of a haughty, predominant,
governess who wears a
grey locket about the neck
which contains a clean
substance never to be
touched by boyish hands.

I watch the wild in your
eyes brought on by
rigid over socialization
ingrained by a poorly
populated, secluded,
pseudo coalition.
Dawn King May 2015
It was midday in late Spring
I walked out onto the land with a soul child
We met the others there and began the negotiations
A total of 4 progressed to the West corner
And stood as quarters on the forgotten soil
Spirit direct center as an arrow to the skies
The retrograde could not impede
Then, all was spoken without hesitation
Dawn King Mar 2015
It tears at you
Eats away and corrodes the very life of you

It is unequivocally the most obscene shock show of your life
But it haunts and torments you

It’s like a train wreck
The one that is so profoundly gruesome

It makes you want to jump out of your skin
But you just can’t stop watching

There is peace and solace in the damage
Comfort in the decay
Affirmation in the aftermath

It tears at you
And you hold your darkness so dearly
As an opportunist would

For embracing anything other
May launch you into waxing abound
Dawn King Jul 2017
It was riding on the tail feathers of the violet ray just beyond
a red dated warning label amidst a portion of the dark void and
six of them sat upon the steps in white hooded robes
two with galaxies painted into the irises of their eyes

A humanoid standing about 12 feet in height with dry winds
moving as rifts through his waist long strategically tangled hair,
reveals no more or less than any should know.
Dawn King Apr 2015
on the evening
of the harvest moon
neurotic tensions
everything just
dreams as visions
come without sleep
and i fall deep
into a cesspool of
and the grisly truth
that accompanies
thankful that only
the coyotes may hear
the loud cries
of a broken woman
Dawn King Feb 2015
It was dark like dusk
And the old oak wept
Wept white sap like milk
Onto the ground
Up into my gown
She was there, yet invisible
Her possessions on the table
Dense with anger
Someone thinks of my youth
I wonder who it may be
A departed child so very angry
Lunges at my neck
My lovely sister calls out
To call her
We ease the others pains
She prays over us all
Of the light, of the white
We all go forth
No answers tonight
Dawn King Mar 2015
days rundown
implode inward
i’ve uttered my confessions
no absolution
it’s some kind of
dead society of 1
who is me if not you
where do i go
when i know
i am not seeking
i am being sought
shall i stand firmly
aside my chosen doctrine
when days rundown
implode inward
Dawn King Apr 2015
And it weaves, and breathes
you can’t see it
Capitulates and oscillates
you can’t control it
Floats as subdued whispers
you can’t mute it
Gently brushes, supple touches
it’s not textile
Fluctuating ever pulsating
it won’t be stilled
As a reticent billow
it cannot wither
Surging, swelling, never telling
the Delphic poetic
Dawn King Dec 2015
Did you ensure
Your qualifications


A load bearing wall
Before attempting to lift


Injured bird
Off the ground
Dawn King Dec 2015
I am merely an alter ego of a former self.
Dawn King Jun 2015
i peer outward
on down and around
out into the street
under spiders’ feet
the spot on the fence
where they touched
brings my reflection
back to me
i listen closely
to the sounds they make
passers by talking ****
and the hum of
where i sit
the molecular spaces
between my back
and wood slats
songs they sing
to dust in plaster cracks
and you are gone
rid from these places
running around
the divots and wide
corridors of the
farthest shores
Dawn King Jan 2015
I climb into your dream spaces
Produce Milky Way plays
Set sail in purring whisper ships
Venus plays old forgotten songs
Time I feel you waking
Intermission is delayed
Enchanted seeds
August murals
Obscure reminiscence
Tendril intertwined
Dark recesses of your mind
Dawn King Sep 2014
the contempt you must feel in your bones
you weave in and out of my life like a quiet storm
leaving all the wreckage in your wake
you must have the cruelest of intentions
to walk away, to take the net
as i tumble to the ground
out of the most
obscure cloud
in the farthest
reaches of
the heavens
such a heathen you are
twisted soul
to premeditate
the reticent confusion
you need to
get over, over and over
to think me so boorish
i would not notice the invective approach
make me your
most unbreakable addiction
Dawn King Nov 2015
You are so intrinsically fascinated
with romancing the
idea of dancing with
your deepest desires
yet hover on the edges
of realities where
the immediate surroundings
provide chronic cessation of passion;
that you cannot fathom
a minute idea of how to forge
a plan.

Thus the interim loss
of fleeting moments that pass
like whispers giving
hints, hues, and clues
originating from the very
actions taken corresponding to
the growing organisms within
that fueled the
creation of rapture.
Dawn King Mar 2015
baffled at ** hum
yawn snore boredom
what a conundrum
this viral life infarction
unnecessary creation
boring old pity party hum drum
cry me a river; don’t want none
get off your *** ***
enjoy the sun some
be a person
impaired some?
take your **** meds ***!
walk the woe is me to the dump slum
debbie downer 24 sev 365 clusterfucktion
sad lil’ emo infection
overdone depression queen incursion
misery loves company seduction
Dawn King Jun 2016
I can see you
Standing down there
Like some kind of
Cryptic dream
The evening sun
Seems to arrive
With an ****** haze
As if the immediate
Called quarters & circle casted
I am but a mere
Remote viewer
Of an unseen assembly
And it all simultaneously
The elements coincide
In innumerable ways
Simply impossible
To perceive with the mind
Dawn King Oct 2015
ever stop to see
how the day can be
painted an estranged shade
like obscure fractal divisions
composed of lost pieces
of Akashic data
and somehow everything changes
because nothing ever changes
and how much astute piety can be retained
when the entirety has been scrutinized
will it put the demons to rest
or guilt to the test
as you pass through the veil
ever so frail
in the eyes of
the macrocosm
Dawn King Mar 2015
In the back alley of a lost borough
A jet black wildcat adorned with silver and gems
Meets with a company of wolves

The aroma of chamomile and lavender
Lay heavy in the air

The north winds arrive
Questioning their summons
But remain in an army of dust devils

A shaman reveals himself

The group proceeds out into a ground cloud
Chanting archaic languages
To the banshee’s of dying beliefs
Dawn King May 2014
Fit for a King

Was it the visions that told her so?
Told her to see them, to hear them
The main character in her own paranoid play
That part where she leaves us –
Leaves us
Split and broken –
Her mind
Split and broken -

Running wild, bucolic at times
Never stopping until her body stopped
She had babes loving them little in life
Yet teaching them life; after life
She wrote it all down for us to read
Each wild, eccentric, illusionary deed

She was fit for a King, so it’s told
She kept his name, never letting go
Even though she let go

Kept a bottle of whiskey under the sink
For those special times, to help her think
We rested her there in Whiskey Town

We thought it fit
Fit for her, Fit for a King

Her final chapter unrefined
A memorial with none but 4
We who cared, we who could
Who rested her demons – lay them down
Out there in Whiskey Town
Let her be gone, the torment let loose
Into the waters, the soil, the woods

We thought it fit
Fit for her, Fit for a King
Dawn King Feb 2017
Shattered broken fragments
Scattered about the floor
I've touched each one
And the ones before


Forming a whole;
I'll touch them no more
This is an original work by Dawn King and must not be copied.
Dawn King Dec 2014
The season has turned again
Are you warm at all
Do your intentions shiver
Could you run to far lands
Find your convictions
Comfortably swathed
Can you find enough fuel
Sustain the fire
Past afflictions
Dawn King Feb 2015
There is a feeling in the air
It’s dense but harmless
Kind of like Betty Crocker frosting
It just sits there in a thick lump
Smell the sugar from 15 feet away
It makes me want to walk up to it
And put my bare hands to the bottom
Fling the **** out of it
Sticky clumps of pink
All over every thaaanng

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air

I breathe it in
Exhale it everywhere I go
Spread it to people
Like a contagion
Like a I don’t care if you don’t like it crazy sensation
Oh wow - just try and get in the way
Get drunk for days off this swirly freaky rampage

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air
Dawn King Jun 2014
today is the day
when i come down
down all the way
under the ground

to meet the stuff
under my skin
to look at what’s real
hiding within

like some kinda street gang
they all hang around
“Fear” is the leader
he’s staring me down

right beside him his backup
**** thugs never quit
“Guilt” and “Envy”
starting their ****

i throw the first punch
ready to fight
when along comes “Anger”
and that blinding red light

i judge my tactics
not a safe bet
i’m attacked without warning
his name is “Regret”
Dawn King May 2015
it operates like a revolving door
there are no hinges
but it extends from ceiling to floor
it is fashioned out of multiple parts
in various geometrical shapes
each with an intricate pencil etched
message that speak of the ways
to reexamine the perplexity
of what remains behind the walls
of your bedchamber calls that
became trapped in long
recondite walkways and halls
Dawn King May 2015
All of those things
That people said
That planted rotten seeds in your mind…
You know, the ones that grew
Tall like a mutant ****
The ones that
Choked out all of your flowers
There are many
But it is a lovely day
In an infant May
You can go to your shed
Get your shovel
Go to where your garden grows
Dig each one up by its roots



Dawn King Mar 2015
walk with me
turn off your sorrow
let your bones roll away
don’t let your residue go astray
you will see them
when you get there
to the place
you left in despair
it’s dark and dusty
poorly lit
a wide case of stairs are there
do you remember it
a man in a camel colored linen suit awaits
he hands you a hand crafted wooden box
you open the box
it is velvet lined
it is full of needles
among the needles is a folded letter
you wrote it the day you left
you left in despair
it contains your answers but you already know
you ascend the burgundy stairs
to the place above
you stand suspended in nothingness
there is a corner of a window pane
through it the skies are blue
they call to you
for if and when
you ever decide
you’re ready for
the other side
Dawn King Jan 2016
Out past the ghost borough
In the seat of the dunes

There stand a gate
Which I travel through
To hear of the old ways
From Gaia’s womb

There are others there
We remove our shoes
And dance on tree roots
As told by the runes

Here we come up on the full Wolf Moon
The spells I wove no longer loom
From the mid autumn journey
I took with you
Dawn King Aug 2016
When you have met the point of intersection where doubt doesn't exist in the mind

And you have left evil eye and imprints of the dead at the center point

At the moment that the high self is just slightly altered and the total manifestation begins to trickle down into the autonomic functions of the ego

It begins an infantile form of self forgiveness that is void of nested spaces that house an association to the systematic map of words and actions that held trial and judgement

Somewhere in the particular dimension Hecate facilitated the depths of soul to be worn about the outer rims of the aura while fastened securely to the glow of high heart chakra

And the soul can depict the source form energy peering into its center with white eyes
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Jun 2017
"Yes, I understand what makes you feel this way; but, what are you going to do about it?"
Dawn King May 2015
I’d like to love again
Days gone by in a
Conceptual state of mind
Realism my best friend
And worst enemy

I’d like to love again
Evenings pass by in a
Manic state of mind
Memories a close treasure
And haunting burden

I’d like to love again
Years pass by in a
Callous state of mind
Ethos my arduous procurement
And grossly arduous to sustain
Dawn King Sep 2016

Whoever you are
Sitting in the dark shadow
Of the black widow
That hovers atop your

Second sight

I'll find you in the
Ego-less corners
Of the 3rd dimension
Department of duality

This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Jan 2016
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
I’m so in love with
Your story
I forget all the fragments of me
So I read, and reread
The caverns of the mind
How the vile side winds
Captivating fixations
Tangle and bind
Ferment and remind of
The here and now
As the north winds howl
Futile hush muzzled
Omens from the
Incubus vagrant brow
That follows me
On down to
The mountain edge
The city street hedge
Clock tower ledge
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Dec 2014
When you are alone
But no longer lonely
An enhanced silhouette of wisdom
Adheres to the embodiment of the self

When you are fragile
But no longer weak
Equanimity colonizes as
An undulating aura

When you are afraid
But no longer frozen
The realms of autonomy
Harvest the hearts prowess
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