37/M/Colorado Been living in CO for 8 years. I dont have a clue how to define what kind of poetry I write, but most things are written to be performed. I used to perform slam and spoken word but I fell off. We'll see what the future holds. Thanks for reading my work! 20 followers / 1.6k words
They say that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life.
But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction. Our primal reactions are multiplied by...the highlights of passion.
These laws of love that linger like a lanterns lost illumination... Like the campfire light on a clear night, leaves coals of culmination.
Sweat beads lead to bare threads and bare bodies. And oh my, how bare bodies lead to imaginations running wild.
Cold winds inspire warm kisses and close skin. Sincere actions aren't sins.
Bodies wound in union, formed by light and tightly bound. Together, these twisted vines ******* the hardest ground... Together, harmonic souls produce passionate sounds. Yet, still somehow, love gets lost more than love gets found.
This equation is unending...like numbers off lips that kiss the air. Body language spoken...Our physical bonds equal eternity and pi squared. And you know that every moment that we share is nothing short of...molecular love for the masses... Now held captive by gravity and magnetism...
See, the last full moon marked retrograde...and if the moon affects the tide of the ocean...and our bodies are roughly 75% water...can we assume that this is the only body powerful enough to keep ours apart?
This gravity... This pull... It's pulling me apart...so let me pull you closer, stop pushing me away! Hold on tight, dont let these planets drift away into a dark rift of decay.
Let your love lap upon this solid stone like a river riffles smooth sandbars into hills of higher ground.
Because baby, without your water on my beach... I'm nothing but a desert, dry and deserted.
I get lost in... Hidden ideas and deeper meanings to what I'm feeling. Looking for something real to believe in. Over-thinking usto...start me drinking... But I kicked that ***** to the curb and built myself a bandwagon.
That **** was poison, see... I had to let myself help me.
Now when I close my eyes... All I can hear is the... Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-rattle-click... The sound of round rotations, rolling over bricks. Measured like a metronome... Water droplets echo as they drip.
But if freedom is defined by the thoughts in my own my mind, then I'm frozen in the timeframe of tomorrow, never-yesteryear. And I'm still a revolutionary, I expect the best in Here(point to heart). And by that, I mean exempt from holding contempt for another mass of energy. Another open ear. Another open mind. Another heavenly body. Another mystical meteor shower. Another alien species placed on this planet by a "higher power".
But who am I to point fingers? To point out flaws. To point out fraudulence. To pinpoint the factors that built your facade. To pick through your red brick fictons of how you think I should be perceiving god.
See...I get lost. In a magic land... With a tragic hand. A tear in time and space... A human definition of race... One we so often judge with a 2 sided face.
This piece is more about self control and placing judgment on others than drinking or religion.
Long-gone are the lullabies.... The lost language of love. The legend of life-long bonds... To which I'm so fond. Rippled reflections in wishing ponds. Some rough lessons have come and gone. But I've sailed rigid on rocky seas all along... Scribbling solitary sentiment as i ponder the wrongs.