#sweating
making a prism sweat
no easy thing
hardened are the hard substances,
with smoothie polished surfaces
glass, plastic, mineral,
not exact the weepy kind you would commit
but,
always a but,
take light,
I mean take it!
two hands, wrestle it into obedience
though it wriggles desperately for freedom,
and you bend it, force it, split it into pieces,
con~duct it
through your will sheerest
through the prism splitting it and the
prismatic light makes the surface
diffract refract but not reflect
now the prism commences
to sweat the spectrum,
and the pieces transit form and light liquefies
re~reformulates into
a prismatic word potion,
a coating of many prismatic colors,
a josephian dream interpreted
and You say,
mmmmm
there just might be a
poet or a single poem
inside there
lurking
somewhere
inside me
sweating words
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC
I spent another evening
In one corner of
My mind...
My conscience is
Left bleeding,
And I don't know what I'll find...
My future hangs in balance,
I'm too nervous
To sleep,
But still I keep my chalice,
I fill it and
I drink...
The courthouse is
A palace,
Of justice and of
Peace,
But when I walk inside it
I shake from head
To feet...
I beg the gods I
Don't believe
To grant me just
Some peace...
Please let me enter
Into hell
And walk out
On two feet...
Oh, let me enter into hell
And walk out
On two feet...
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 2:56 AM UTC
Jumping around to the rhythm of music begets sweat
The baseline vibrates and my shirt drenched in sweat
Flossing to the ditty with a pretty lady both dripping sweat
We both slide to the left pouring with sweat
Stop on the beat wiggle & twist ****** in sweat
We both slide to the right pouring with sweat
Break on the beat wiggle & contort in sweat
We roar to the chorus & dripping in a cocoon of sweat
Coming up my hands on her waist damp in sweat
Dip to the cadence her hands on my waist moist in sweat
The melody pumps & we prance our hair damp in sweat
Body temperature hot phizog flowing in sweat
Cheek to cheek buxom ***** enmesh in sweat
Belly to belly we wine lower back in rainy sweat
Electric slide in floor droplets of sweat
Transition into the shuffle then glissade in sweat
End the party twerking trickling in sweat
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
i am sweaty,
dripping from the suns rays
casting on my brow,
and i don’t seem to mind—
just look!
i still don’t move
as i drench.
so be it.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
I’m ‘bout to work my fire *** to ice
No need to guess, baby, or roll the dice
I pray like “dolla dolla make me holla”
That’s how I build it up with every caller
Ain’t no one’s gonna motivate your ***
You’re either sweatin’ or you get no sass
I earn them dollars just to stack them good
I don’t mind grindin’ as I know I should
I works from Monday straight to Friday night
Pick up the calls, fill up the tickets right
Here I acknowledge your sincere applause
Don’t touch my money with your ghetto paws
I’m way much flyer than the God’s big curse
If you can’t handle it then call a nurse
I came to work it down, Lord is my witness
Yeah, I gon’ slay like it’s nobody’s business
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
The air has a burnt smell
It is hot and dry
The streets are empty
Even the dogs are missing
It is a hot and bright afternoon
People have taken refuge
under the roofs of their homes or work places
Even the trees seem to be mute
So are the birds and the cattle
My throat is dry
My mind is blank
My brain is asleep
Am struggling to keep awake
The weather is strange
The climate is changing
The ponds are dry
The brooks are dusty
with no water to flow
The earth is moving lazy and slow
Time seem to crawling because of the heat
The noon seems to un-ending
The schools are noiseless and sleepy.
It is dusty and hazy
The only wind being because of the
fast moving buses and trucks
and some occasional cars
The windows are closed
so do the doors of the buildings
across the streets
The rich enjoying their siesta
in the air conditioned rooms
The poor, sweating it out
in their places of work
for their daily wages
so that they can have
some food to eat in the night.
so also that
the rich can continue to have
their peaceful siestas
..
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
I wake up feeling like nothing is real
and my heart beats
and I'm panicking
and I'm sweating
and I want to die
I don't really understand why I cry
If I could just get over it, I promise you I would
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
01.00am--
she is sleeping peacefully,
dreaming of him in an alluring dream
that she knows will never come true.
02.00am--
she is now fully awake,
sweating in her wet clothes and
sweat dripping from her forehead
due to the nightmare she just had.
03.00am--
why can't she fall back asleep?
the horrifying dream is still a clear
image in her twisted mind.
she needs him.
04.00am--
all the numbers are written,
the only thing she needs to do is press
the green button on her phone
and call him.
05.00am--
he was ****** off, to say at least.
nobody wanted to be awaken by a stranger
in four in the morning.
it was a mistake.
06.00am--
she still hasn't fallen asleep.
she stayed up all night.
she couldn't bare to have the nightmare again.
and now she has to face reality.
she hates it.
07.00am--
her makeup is applied.
and her clothes are clean and perfect,
as they always are and should be.
how is she going to face him after
she called him in four in the morning?
08.00am--
she couldn't find him anywhere.
she knew where his locker was,
but still he wasn't there.
she was now worried that
perhaps she was the reason for his absence.
09.00am--
she couldn't hold it in.
her tears fell and fell on the hard ground beneath her.
she couldn't believe it.
he was gone.
and it was all her fault.
10.00am--
she ditched school.
she didn't care about that anymore.
all she wanted to do is be with him.
and that was what was she going to do.
11.00am--
she watched as the blood slowly started
dripping from her newly cut wrist.
she held the tears and the pain in.
she didn't let out a sound.
soon her lifeless body will be found on
her bathroom floor.
but at least, she would be with him.
and that was all that mattered to her.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC