#association
Asleep,
Fell my poetism—
Resting came
Upon my mind of possibilities.
The voice I listened to
Could shape,
Destroy,
Or reduce me.
“Oh, how?”
My ignorance sighed,
Till he came along.
Filled with the Holy Spirit,
My spirit drew to Him.
“Speak life to me, Sir,”
My soul yearned,
As my mind registered
Impossibilities
He poured into me.
The eyes of my mind
Grew dim;
My soul felt small,
My spirit fought.
He brought death
When I envisioned life.
He spoke, “Put aside.”
My being accepted—
“He is a friend,
Is he not?”
My soul eased.
I lost my spark,
Till my spirit sparked.
“This isn’t you,”
My entirety awoke.
My ignorance enlightened,
Wisdom nudged,
Breaking free.
Truly,
Voices listened to
Can present impossibilities
When your heart
Registers possibilities.
“Choose wisely your circle,”
I learnt sooner.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
Cauliflower, figs,
the dissecting room Kitchen:
I cut brains and hearts.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
We try to relay
what we see
or seem to see
through the
smudged
frosted
or
fogged-up
windows
or
casements
between us
Seeing what we
see or seem
to see may
seem
delightful
or
troubling
at
times
but it's
all about
the inclination
of
wanting
and even
needing
to
see
the
truth
or truths
of what we all are
deep down inside
and trying to
at least be
a piece of the
puzzle
that can
aid the
receptive
listener
or reader
in
seeing
a bit more
of who they are
and who we are
in the picture
of our lives
and in the
wider picture
of life
and
living
in
a
volatile
and
complex
world
We need to keep
testing the waters
and acclimate.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
Wearing songdance
Long time ago
Weaving a picture
Motion-slow
Grasping the nature
Of the unknown
Stumbling, falling
On the hard floor
Words, what are they?
Abstract objects in mind?
Fears? Seem so heavy,
But are rarely right.
Strange debates
One perceives
But it depends
On what one believes
Once projection
Takes over one's mind,
Chains reaction
Makes one real blind
And disconnected
In the abyss
May one still be able
To call life a bliss
Beauty may differ
In stranger's view
Mountains may move
If love is true.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
Asia was a word that came one Summer as a child
While looking at a huge map of the World spread out in all these amazing colours
And then
Then someone said ...someone said the word Asia... Asia
Was like an enchantment, a magic spell...Asia !
And there was a book of flags
Again so many wonderful colours
And all these magical sounding names
Arabia, Morocco, Syria, Egypt.....
You'd go off to sleep with lovely turquoise blues and crescent moons dancing around in your head
And the smell of the lilacs in the vase in the window
The world it was so magical, it was so enchanting.
And in our books there were stories of Japan and Genghis Khan... of the Picts in Scotland... and the Romans
And the Great Wall of China...
2
Asia was a girl that came smiling one Summer long ago
Out of a book with pictures
A Persian princess, she came in a caravan from the East
Smiling and giggling to herself
Like a mischievous little kitten
In the mirror of her face I saw my own
"My world is fun", she seemed to be saying, "and I want you to come, come and be my Prince, my Prince Charming"
She seemed to be reaching out to me as if for to dance
And with her lovely rosy lips that wanted to kiss mine.
3
Asia was a light wind that blew through empty Summer rooms
With the sunbeams coming in through the white lace curtains
And a lonely kid just wandering there
A small boy perplexed.... not knowing
In a world that said it knew
Told to be quiet, that you were small...that you were stupid
Struggling between the beauty and the ugliness of it all.
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
this but and youre
theirs not is nor
some yet whether for
also, however.
though under in ontop
through was will wrought
be were could a lot
the while sure ought
stop! perchance.
anyway. so of been all
because since therefore i'll
hers thus had was
very we'll would wall!
once maybe yes now
never by about down
minus till despite,
within without alike - hype!
said did done it
went him forthwith
prithee thine then as
either neither ***** yeah!
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 4:15 AM UTC
put stat this what
bother upper it, huh?
battle wonder with but
mister think the
twisted figure shrink bud
from hit wink one
soccer stippled mink, yuh!
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 3:58 AM UTC
love time heart life
shove rhyme smart right
tub dimes hard strife
some lime start smite
dead turn bed longer
fled learn read somber
head burn red stronger
said spurn dread ponder
room living darkness lies
grew dripping harness dies
through giving starkness tries
slough gripping tarnished minds
young eyes seeing crime lying thine creeping mine
rinds peeling feeling slime re a lizing healing shine
boy talk stalk walker struck sad bad potter dock
duck sought bought luck rock tongue tied from nights stuck
stuck in muck of crumpled ruckus truckers buck.
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
Sullenly, I quote whilst I quaff
Softly stammered surcease of wroth
Consummately ****** I sputter and cough
Sloshed ale sloppily sopped
Spite shed, soft shadows soughed
Soggily satiated at brimful trough
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
i pretend through night
that the pink flower spring
is for us, wild woman
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
imagine, my gentle one
slow peace &
a happy truth of
something together
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
Love, affection, compassion!
Gift of a tolerance,
modesty, good deeds!
sacred humour, aim, target
travel, destination!
humility and humanity,
sacrifice and help for all
L, V and U type all roads
are all the safety mirrors,
during the sacred journey
towards You!
O my Lord!
Bless us
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
Saffron, the pretender
Come to me in debauchery
Let me know not of this
But instead, vain camaraderie
Swiftly down the road
Forgive that violent tenderness
Of brass things
And parsimonious goodness
What teeth, critical states
Yellow signs coalesce
In this blood-drenched hour
I have lost my mind
And the light is dimmer
For this pious sinner
Listen to that gust
Two hundred and one stallions
Criticize my crystal eyes
I, the foreigner
A mistaken warrior
Dandelion child
Riding a ceaseless fountain
Holding a vase so ragged
And a sun so mild
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
He dressed you in underwear
lightly twisted the left foot
then compromised the leg
I stopped for a few seconds
because where did the idea come from
that you might be the same
You both stare through me
so independently and quietly
what is there to see in my soul?
I was looking for a difference
you look so much like her
by then, the window dresser was ready
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
The smell of salt water invokes the image of the sea shore.
The flush of red in lips makes one feel lustful.
A rocking sensation reminds one of the comfort of the womb.
But here in this bar, the sight of that Jameson bottle on the wall makes me think of nothing
But you.
You.
Unholy you,
With one hand brushing back unruly locks,
The other fiddling with a half-empty glass,
And that look on your face
Because you know exactly what’s going through my mind,
You.
And that green bottle perched on a shelf.
The bartender tries to hand me my gin and tonic,
But my eyes hover above her hair,
On the dim haze of a gleam on the dusty glass,
And suddenly the haze becomes hazier,
Blurry with the unexpected moisture pooling in my eyes.
Because it’s not just from you anymore,
The **** thing is a part of me,
Because I’ll never forget when you said my eyes are the color of the glass,
Your favorite bottle,
With your famous mischievous grin,
But a softer look in your eye,
So that I know what you really mean.
It’s not just that subtle bottle green color,
It’s the fact that you can’t get enough.
Drink after drink thrown back,
And just like your glass,
You throw me down,
And you say
“I’m thirsty.”
You consume me as easily as you consume whiskey,
And I’m an essence in a bottle to you.
Bought and sold,
A commodity to be replaced,
Because you’re insatiable...
But as I stand here with my eyes on that bottle,
I realize…
I don’t want to be your addiction anymore.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Smells,
Association,
Emotions.
You can get one drift of a certain scent and it will leave you thinking for hours.
As a little girl, I remember the sweet and bitter smell of the tangerine trees in my great grandmother's barren backyard. The smell lit up the entire neighborhood.
The smell of my sisters perfume. She used to give me just a squirt every time I saw her because it was so expensive. I was just a child, I didn't understand.
The smell of the ocean my aunt used to live by. The salty sea and sand aroma filled the open windows in her house mixed with the chlorine from her one person sized pool.
The funny thing about scent is it never goes away. I can still smell the tangerine trees, her perfume and the beautiful mixture of the oceans salty breeze and chlorine.
These scents make me believe these three incredible women's souls live on past their time. I can still feel their presence with me with each aroma
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Hope and luck have got one thing in common,
both have an association with an uncertain future.
Somewhere down the line
Somewhere along the way
Not exactly sure,
when and where,
but sometime, somewhere met with an uncertain future,
which had got the following things to say,
Here I am back again,
telling you the same thing again,
which was told prior,
I am telling you again,
so do remember and keep it in your mind for the longest period of time,
if possible forever.
Ups and downs
Highs and lows
Yes and no
Success and failure
Everything and all of the above are part of life,
will remain in life as life will continue along with the same.
The only thing that needs to be kept in mind during all the chaos and confusion of life is to make sure, not to give up in life at any point in time.
Continue with what you have got in your mind,
continue with the same.
A moment in life will come when one thing will follow the next and everything else will fall in it's respective place,
the only condition that remains then is not to give up in life till that moment in time becomes a part of life,
however again life will continue with the same.
Ups and downs
Highs and lows
Yes and no
Success and failure
Everything and all of the above,
life will continue with the same.
Life goes on
Life continues
Life follows,
the moment that has gone with regards to the moment that is yet to come and become a part of the present moment in time in the present,
exactly that moment is yet to arrive in it's requisite place.
Life continues.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
A moth
Rorshach
A rat head
drooping
seeping
on
a
spit
*******
sliding off
a bedpost
A T
A cross
a convenience store
back-lit display
dissolving two-dimensional
Charlie Brown
feed your dog
Misty
shaking, dry-ice
eyes
Find the bed and
Close and rest on
pillow lips
Slick black
gossamer shell
plastic
Red light
warning—bleeding—beating
always on
always seeing
always waiting
But
what do I see?
Glimpses
manipulated mutated
I see nothing next
to nothing.
**** mirror.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Descending kind of flight
Of thought
Associated free
Comprehending blind of sight
We sought
Delay of anomie
Pretending find the right
Forgot that
Which we can't agree
Defending lined the fight
That bought
Every hidden fee
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC