#elation
Let's quiet in the breaking, open something in us new
An elation lifts us up ferries us out of ourselves adieu
You raise us to an up beyond the usual of our ground
Upward to the motion the soul that carries us around
A restless beauty inside you rises overflows your lips
Almost w/o permission, a weight shifts, loosens grips
The line in you unbidden memories warm in wounds
Carries a cross in you, covers you slow in the grooms,
And I think of you in words as you feel them all away
Find me in the morrow let the deep in you lift & sway
You've held the sorrow long enough, soft in a sunrise,
Buoyant in the water, kiss the surface, breathe, realize
Our good morning comes gently, let nature in you fill
Like a touch that wishes barely the cup in us you spill
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
okay, so i’m sitting in this room, right?
what i see as january is showing up as last september, blurred, with chromatic aberration making candy coloured doubles of everything (so slightly out of sync)
but also, in just one stripe of magenta motion,
it’s
it’s
some time outside time that was actually a few years ago now
in one of the creamiest, heaviest, slowest moments that i know
of spring summer fall or winter
where you held me or i held you so that we couldn’t fit any closer together
and we sang hymns of deep, slow, long breaths
back and forth in safe & sleepy silence.
oh… every time this one replays, some secret (tender) spot in my rib cage aches in perfect vacuum.
why do the scenes change with such rapidity?
from even farther back, now
barreling in from stage-right: the coarse itchy imprint of cheap motel carpet on my bare knees & tops of feet.
that moment when my lovesick was fooled by your deathwish.
******* it.
i watch myself being swallowed by a giant blue whale of regret.
then
in a sparkling montage (soft focus, pink highlights), a carousel of slides starts ticking by: all the lust. the smell of hot dust and happy circuits.
snapshot after snapshot of insane, flaming, resonating lust.
expanding outwards in rainbow colours,
like hunger but hundreds times better. i could not escape it anywhere, and still cannot find any suitable refuge.
as sweet honey lures the fly,
your flesh did mine.
like bubblegum. like cotton candy. like cherry pie. oh, the way the syrup flowed between our…
-click-
i watch the dim darkness for the flash of the face
of the smudgy raccoon; my breath catching in my chest as i recognize
that look of a frantic scavenger. perpetually startled by this scarcity & the aching persistent lack of you forever, which brings with it a high pitched ringing doubt!
… what if i never love like that again?
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
The sky spills ___liquid gold___ across the fields,
and every blade of grass hums a bright song,
ripples of honey laughter swim through the air,
as the trees burst into wild, kaleidoscopic blooms.
Clouds skip like stones across a sapphire lake,
the wind flutes silver melodies through the valley,
and the mountains wear crowns of glittering flame,
grinning, howling, singing at the top of their lungs.
The rivers are ribbons of melted stars,
the earth quivers with candy-colored sparks,
and hearts_—oh, hearts!—_
they pop like fireworks in a velvet sky,
sending ripples of giggling stardust everywhere.
Every breath tastes of spun sugar and sunlight,
every blink unwraps a prism of newborn wonder,
and my soul_—my soul!—_
is a thousand kites soaring, shrieking, bursting,
carried far beyond the hills of happiness.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
I drink when I awaken;
I drink until I sleep.
I drink for what I
should forget,
And drink for what
I'll keep.
I drink for all that I
Have lost;
I drink for what I've
Found.
I drink when all my
Friends are here,
And when they aren't
Around.
On every morn',
I have a drink,
To rouse me from
My bed,
And every night
I drink to sleep
When I lay down
My head.
I drink when life
Comes over me;
And when I wish
For death.
I drink because
The 'sober' me
Deserves to not
Draw breath.
I drink when I feel
Happy;
And drink when I'm
Depressed.
And drink to calm my
Racing thoughts;
Allow my mind
A breath.
I've drank for over
Twenty years;
They haven't been
The best...
I'll drink for long as
I am here,
And drink until my death.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
At the eve of another summer
I found myself in a Paradox
Longing to painfully suffer
due to a beloved lost vox.
The greatest pain for the greatest joy,
quite the paradoxical alloy.
For a voice to be pandora's box,
fate of the shattered heart boy.
The promised call, refused in past,
For no heart could possibly endure,
is steadily approaching, at long last,
to ellicit a heart-rending overture.
An opera of pouring pain.
Even the sad tears cry in pain,
but everything cries in vain,
for her heart was washed by rain,
and will never be mine again.
The ambrosia out of reach.
Its scent alone is enough,
to relive blissfull memories
and dreams of a future... a bluff.
A world where you're next to me,
but i'm forbidden to hug, kiss
or tell you i love you more than life,
is not my world, but Tartarus itself
In my world it had a simple name:
forgivable human confusion,
led by pressures, human, all the same,
inconsequential to our passion,
once ours, now mine.
Our worlds shan't collide
in any future fate.
Your friendship i must decline,
to be reborn and not desintegrate.
The green hills of my heart,
the blue ocean of my eyes,
the starry sky of my mind,
the nature masterpiece of my soul... Is gone.
All that remains is a heavy chest,
containing Schrondinger's heart,
with a decaying undead hope,
to both reunite and forever stay apart.
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC
I feel so much it’s just like good movies
hard hurt romance and rescue
rage and ostracization
it's them it is witty they the horn spittled gitty devils!
they've pitted faults in my structure
to feel through
my dermis tup-tapped and stabbed at
quaking ***** little jokes at my impractical existence
i am made spongiform vulnerable pupation
frogspawn
mangy food at mercy ...
...and my pratty employment...
...but it's okay now
enamel
i'm desensitized to it all
distant to the proceedings
the quirky murky readings
then again sudden barks get through
jarring feedings
and i am rushed with expense ...
... for a while
mused chemistry
my worth feels peopled and oxygenated
my work cradles balanced appeal
creation is warm with budgings of whim
simple commerce with the ghosts of physical laws
and a birling alchemy
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
Angel's heed
Master the vice, we sow in a due language?
Set to rights, and kept in eaves
Wasn't a friend to liberate, the eyes of an entourage?
Western courage's
The taste of tones of voice, a ply's tongue?
Able to remain in light, the irony which lingers...
Have is a calmer today, now in demand, among
Commands and irregularity's stones
In the hands of futures with a need, anon
Since, to wealth in named loans...
Of passions redoubt, the deed of love, is coming...
Open airs of motive and suggestion
Made for a like and wisdom of values, we took
To unrest for a need to be, a morality in lessons...?
That began here in our hands, and ended with a look...
Of subtlety and a rosy forecast
The modesty of requiem, the taste of harmony
Is a relationship with ideology, which in your hap
Is a caught sense of poise, that assumes youth is won't...
The call of the home, directions of duty, done
Avid to legends meteoric advance on poignancy, evoked
The truth in long rays of sunshine and the voice of what was
A day for sincerity to sit in the sight, of what was, our hope...
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 3:23 PM UTC
#
*Breathtaking beauties, they all are..
Ha.. but They'll cut your fuckin' heart out
if you ever turn to face them
Yet even with this slice-n' diced
brokendown, blood-pump
I can still.. so very much, swear
that every single one of those gorgeous
little sunsabitches,*
***were sent, directly to me
by the very hand of God***
#
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
We never stopped dealing with this procrastination,
but what is this fleeting elation?
The clock is moving in such motion,
one would think that it's your imagination;
Was it all an exaggeration?
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
I want to indulge myself in a new color,
but the chosen color is not so colorful.
I want to go too long with my loneliness
but the path is not so wonderful.
I took a break, wait a moment, I thought, rethought
to again started my journey.
I found you there, with lots of happiness, elation.
Deep Breath, I filled up with energy.
I start my journey again, but it has not a destination.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
Before the night comes cold and proper
When set against a fiery sky
The crooked limbs of a naked poplar
Have stirred a romance in my mind
And swaying with their kin and kind
My heavy heart asway in kind
Those wooden spines so hale and hearty
Like will-'o-wisps they'll soon depart me
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
Moved by plentiful blessings,
My ecstatic soul sings
To the pulse of your essence,
Strumming on my heart-strings
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
Burning at my mind
driven to frenzied action
by the need to find.
Harrowing the ground
exhausting every option
until it is found.
Healing an old wound
soaring heights of elation
finally unbound.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
My Motions are on E Again
No Ecstasy
Free from Elation
End of Day
Bad Boss Back to Screaming
Loco is his Motion
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
on the count of three
we close our eyes
we hold out breath
we link our arms
and JUMP
OFF
into the sunshine
and the cold clear water
together
(20140729)
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Elated
A light cloud
Rising up
Around you
So clean and pure
See the lack in your face
But I don't care
You are so vivid
Colour seeps into the world
Around you
Just from standing near you
I become colourful too
Like a clean breathe
Of fresh air you cleanse my lungs
Drift away my regrets and fears
Dare me to dream
And I dream
Endless skies and the scent of
Evergreen and the stars
Infinity
Walk alone for miles
Live my life the way I want to
I want to be here again
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
#Genius is forged by passion
It is this which never dies:
Transcendental elation.
So long as one creation
is moved to dance mesmerized,
genius is forged by passion.
Though stone hearts lack expression,
postmoderns aching to try
transcendental elation
Keeping "plebes" from their "mansions."
Speak this opaque truth as lies:
Genius is forged by passion.
The hive mind ************
at shared expense they deny
transcendental elation.
Our yearning adoration
causes heaven's voice to cry,
Genius is forged by passion!
Transcendental elation.#
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
I am thankful for the opportunity to feel.
To be here, as opposed to absence.
I am a statistical near impossibility.
Death missed me, as stars led me from nothingness
through time to landings where feet touched, and
breath breathed, and blood pumped.
I am fortunate for the blessing of clarity and thankful
of those moored in the void around me.
Is love? Is love, s/he said, (…) is love.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
whiskey stained lips
and dull grey eyes
make up a wonderful disguise
for the quicksand you're drowning in.
a four week old baby girl
lies in the sea known as your lap;
she's smiling,
but only because the innocence
entwined in the long brown locks of her hair
have yet to be revealed.
red notebooks and pink lemonade
envelop the darkness surrounding
your frail being,
not entirely acknowledging how
brittle your bones actually are.
trapped in trepidation,
you plummet into desolation,
pondering on the thought that
this could bring utter elation
and it did;
but it was only in your head.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
Elation with no regard to the reason. I just let it roll over me when it comes. Living in it because I know it’s fleeting and I am grasping at the rays of sunshine like they will dissipate any second. This feeling of pure joy and happiness. Oh, how I wish you could stay for just a moment longer.
My mind actively searches for intruders ready to wipe them away in an instant before they come to the forefront of my mind. How dare you try and ruin something so pure and full of joy. It's like you can’t allow yourself a glimpse of heaven. As if you have tasted the forbidden fruit and you are quickly trying to cover the evidence with despair.
Despair that you have already buried and mourned over, but you bring it to life again, like it secretly comforts you. How can despair be comforting? My mind decides at this instant my happiness can be ruined at any moment so why not on my terms?
Throwing at the forefront already buried land mines knowing exactly how they will explode. Now the fog rolls in, rays dissipate, warmth gone. I allowed it to leave, allowed it to no longer warm my face and thoughts. Oh well, until we met again sun, I will embrace the beauty of the fog
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
product endorsements
are what I like to do
and boy have I got
a good product for you
since I've been wearing
the EverFlex brand
of shoe
endorsing them is all
I like to do
they've a comfortable fit
and on the foot
they so nicely sit
EverFlex are the kings
in the shoe-making vocation
and should you not be
slipping into a pair
your feet won't be
sensing elation
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
Location location location
Vocation vocation vocation
Des'pration
Des'pration
Des'pration
Cliché decay, is summation.
Dictation Fixation; Damnation.
Let's pray, son.
**** Nation- stagnation, frustration.
Creation.
Creation, salvation, elation.
Let's play son.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC