#unlimited
(for those who write. dare to write, dare to live.
a life
in only love poetry)
the sky is
the ocean is
the horizon is
even space has edges,
and is
not
that word, in actuality, above
the water from the tap
the number of washings
of your Deadhead t-shirt,
the line of credit at zero per cent
the bank is dangling before you,
the AI revolutionary neither ether nor either nor neither,
or the stock market lever-age it lends,
not
that word, in reality, above
you may differ, but that is because
we humans differ, but even we are
not
so what is?
the human capacity to love is
b/\o/\u/\n/\d/\l/\e/\s/\s
*like the sky, the horizon, the ocean
as far as the eye can see,
but the hutch, of invisibility,
cloaking love,
makes it,
mmm,
what shall we call it,*
the greatest unlimited there ever will be
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
"To dream,
Is to erupt the endless roads and unlimited possibilities,
of the human soul".
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 7:25 AM UTC
In times of plenty
I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
in my ocean eye blues.
What limits a world,
both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
with chaos, with law.
We are and aren't infinite,
perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
within a flaw.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by imagination
~for Albert’s wife~
~~~
the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of the seven names^ shared with a heavenly human,
who pretends he has no
skin in the game
but that is a poem for another time...
you thank me for being a “follower”
unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
(and all the sliced and diced human pieces deem greater than the
whole)
we are limited only by imagination
whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing
for that
I’ll follow you kicking and screaming,
I’ll be your babe in arms
~~~
^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Names_of_God_in_Judaism
false poets
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
there is a method to my madness
i admit
it may seem
a
w
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y
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
***your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by unlimited limits of imagination***
~~~
~for Albert’s wife~
~~~
the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of my 7 names^ stolen/shared with a heavenly human,
the ******* pretending he/it got no skin in the game
but that is a poem for another time...
you thank me for being a “follower”
unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
only by imagination,
a yet to b found,
unfound Cern particle
whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
the patient touching,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing
for that
follow you kicking and screaming,
happil
your /us
babe in arms
~~~
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
You cannot title her.
For she is not to be summed up.
She is to be unlimited and infinite.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Let me believe in this.
That I've known you for so long,
Because of the laugh I solely miss,
And in time we don't belong.
Let me foolishly believe.
Seconds are longer than minutes.
I wonder how time can deceive,
With moments broken down in bits.
I will keep writing,
Though time is never unlimited.
Clocks will keep on ticking,
But still you in my head.
Let me waste time and never set.
Let it run ahead of us.
Let me forget we just met.
Let it go and pass.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
If I had unlimited money
I'd light all these poems up
Giving the poets the credit
They deserve
Always for the smaller guy
All day, every day
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Act , with a a Pen in Your Hand
Claim Now Your Decree
He is Mine
Just as You Are
That's my Flame
A Heart for a Mind
A Body for the Flesh
Instant Messanger of the Soul
Ravi's Wife
For the Moment Calls Me
to Its Excitment
And It's Lust
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Boundless thought in a space of immeasurable
Conciseness, suns of reflection burn bright.
Stars in distance attention, so far but nevertheless
Still a twinkling in the cognitive awakening.
Traversing the distance to light up a moment
All that was a vast unlimited space of thought.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
This brilliant morning
anything is possible
we are limited only
by rigid minds
whose fragile confines
can be vaporized
by choice alone.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
an efflorescence flower
is slowly becoming;
a long awaited hour
and a drawn out humming
the emerald fields
of sharpening grass
a bed of roses
and thorns made of glass
an ethereal demeanour
concealed in the smoke
slowly digesting
the aged poisoned oak
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
wake up
look outside
the sun has risen and so have you
your mind has wandered
and returned to where you let it lie
but it can return to that world
where boundaries were undefined
and you struggled to touch sides
for there were none, neither allegiances
just a vast empty world of promise
where a cheshire cat plays with string hanging off olympus mons
and you play twister in nebulae with the gods
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Subtle, soft and infinite
Rising, falling, so intricate
These shattered love instruments
Beat in discordant dissonance
Your pain is a shared stimulant
Empathically articulate
I relive the incident
That made you feel insignificant
Such emotion, but you're falling into it
Sweet one, won't you look in the mirror
See the being that is unlimited
Don't look away
Heal the shame
I want to stay
But never the same
I will run my hand through your hair
Tell you this pain isn't
As real as your strength
Which is magnificent
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
i could easily sit here
and let you cloud my thoughts and
run through my veins
because i have never come across such a
perfect mix
of poison and perfection.
your heart holds scars
from stories suppressed
deep in the corners of your mind.
to know your every detail
is a feat i wish to conquer.
it would be an honor to be able to
brush the dust off of your deepest memories
and have them relived all anew.
i wish to know what has shaped you
into the man i've fallen in love with.
my love for you is unlimited, and
my happiness has no bounds.
i want to try and rekindle the parts of you
that are seemingly broken beyond repair.
i'll start up the parts of you that are dead inside;
i'll keep you alive.
you are my entire world, and
i am yours.
let's merge them, and become
one in both mind and body.
i wish to know you inside and out,
to hollow out your bones and
fill them with my love for you.
because my love for you is unlimited, and
my happiness has no bounds.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC