#stasis
Maybe I’m wasted, a bit
out of mind, and my
mainspring is busted
and now I won’t wind.
Maybe you’re laughing.
Now, maybe you’re sad,
or dancing, or sitting,
or simply gone mad.
I won’t tell the time to you,
I won’t sing a song,
I won’t chime to you
Rhyme to you
Ding! Ding! ****
For you. Not even
For your asking.
No, time has stopped for now.
And until you notice how,
There is no now.
No, now I won’t wind.
Denver - 1978
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
The colors haven't faded, no,
they're just as bright as then.
It's that my eyes have lost the know-
ledge of what thrilled me when.
The melody is still the same,
it plays upon the air.
It just cannot ignite the flame,
or find its window there.
This isn't sadness, not a grief,
it's something far more still.
A silent,subtle, inner thief
that time cannot fulfill.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Trying to tame that which is within is a counter defect too something even more excruciatingly impossible too seemingly dabble right into! All because nothing truly ever remains the same afterwards...when all limitations are shot clean straight off the market! A market that is ONLY of the making towards what truly is from within, that harms ALL products into a complete stasis of "subjugation". Subjugation is how this thing (from within) is desperately trying too fool you into even trying to reach out from within (first and foremost). Actually, there's NO telling what could happen when you even try to "reach out from within"??? Since nothing is truly trusting when limitations start to burn out! Like a "spark plug" inside a cars engine that burned out because it short-circuited too many times, that it eventually wore it's entire self out cold! Showing that even while trying too tame (that which is within) may seem like just an incredible idea...at first.... Only until you are shown you've been left both lost and forgotten, altogether. Until you were to finally discover that nothing ever made sense to begin with. It's because you've been out cold this entire...damn time! WHY?! And why am I just noticing this now...?! Simple... Because a long, long, long...time ago... You tried to control something beyond ALL your wildest dreams of being capable of achieving! Especially while trying to tame that which is within! You can't erase the past! Just like when you are finally discovering that you've been short-circuited one too many times! Conclusion... The end result, is a massive tempting pleasure! Showing that you were obviously right about one thing... The market from within, is now spreading joy too your most wildest dreams about simply trying to merely take on that which is within!
PS... What do you suppose that could mean...?
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
I've been still,
Caught in a sweet stasis,
Buried under the same, baseless
Candied gags, slippery hags, body bags ー
But I can't go back.
Haven't moved forward either,
So I still sit silent here.
Maybe I'll someday wither ー
Like dandelions as they scatter in the wind,
I will feel no more the weight of societal sins.
Staying awake in anticipation;
That feeling you get when you see a road blocked
and a wrecked car hoping it was an accident
Eventful; excitement to see that tar black
Crimson on tarmac
and those trampled, broken-pretty shells ー
I want to be a doll.
A pretty hollow pale porcelain
you still can't hurt when I slip through your hands,
Or when you let go and drop me,
Or smash me into the ground ー
It's all the same, isn't it?
You buy, bore, break, blame, build, rebuild
Rebreak, reblame, replace...
I remake real-fake love into stanza-sized stories
Just to rebrand them as poetry;
A molded part to inspire some abstract art.
They're better off that way,
Locked in and stationary;
Sweet standstill sanctuary.
And I'll stay to watch their models fail and break,
As they too, disintegrate ー fellow ******* degenerates
This time I was at your disposal,
But we're all just glorified disposables ー
Ever-hungry, hedonistic at heart.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
consciousness
sitting on a fence
realm of stásis
heart floating in one direction
common sense in the other
eyes stay wide
deep and far reaching
universe just outside my reach
fingertips yearning
loyalty
compassion
someone there
no hoops to jump through
circumstances appreciated
never expected
rising in the moment
appreciation of gratitude
given
consistency
sparkle in your eyes
your touch
meandering kisses
oral rapture
touching my heart
vibration a ripple
far reaching effect
unknown
brilliance of you
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
When my hands
succumb into numbness,
When my feet
descend into paralysis,
Would it catch your sight?
Will my little whimper
fading into silence,
Would it touch gently down
on your ears?
When the last
Spirit and Breath
Dissipates
Will anyone bat an eye?
Would it mean anything
Around the cacophony, as I die?
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
take a train
seek a station
sense the location
nevermind the destination
thus the landscape is just a mindscape;
a vastness of space, a great unknown
we built for each other,
a wall of falling - a distance of stasis.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
The shadows paint my soul inside
and leave this trail for you to see
the darkest story where heroes die
and mortal souls beg to be free
I dance in dreams of joy and mourning
black tears without a care
and live out this dream set before me
midnight whispers in the air
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
come won't you stay awhile
come won't you brush denial
off of my lids
come won't you stay awhile
come so I brush denial
off of your lips
come won't you stay,
your hands in mine,
come won't you rest your palms
so we can peel
impossibility
and build the bridge within
and heartstrings hold the roads
and hands interlocked will close
the distance
in handfuls of deliverance
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Only imagined the moving,
dreamed the breathing
for I was walled up alive
beneath the body of life,
its womb was my tomb,
its stasis was my shroud,
yet, my immurement
is come to an end now, though,
for I can witness the rising
of the dark harvest moons
under your eyes.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Imprison the blaze
for unlearning
the ghost of our light
to bow down before
an interim simulacrum
of the sham.
You said,
that the colours are so hurting;
that this soundless shapelessness
comforts you.
I cannot extricate you.
Cannot unleash
from the unbreachable
for I learned that
this stasis is your only home.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
I want to exile
from this still-life (though it is
still life), but I found
so hard even my
own motion within those stiff,
immobile patterns
of living... How knows?
Maybe there is no rise and
fall, but the gaudy
illusion; the cold,
inevitable stasis
of dried paint spots on a wall.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC