"aggregations" poems
of its white calamity,
its devine mercy,
wind kissed cheek,
my hyperborean dream,
aggregations of ice,
cold sprectrums of light,
my snow angel
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
While the gears turn
All thought Combines in unison
Watch all that you hate spurn
Escape what you can outrun
Things suddenly begin to crumble
Reason breaks down the ensemble
Though comfort is still at hand
The aggregations of voices are in jumble
Assumed is unaccepted
Confusion consumes the soul
But sadness isn’t expected
These feelings build and begin to toll
The gears turned
They turn no longer
Then they burned
Every time; rising stronger
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
whenever the silences
fall on our supple bodies,
it is as if we are strangers.
now that i am coming home to you,
the memories make the evenings
longer, stretching them to their
capacities.
when we are lulled out
in the surge of the next moment,
our eyes pull us back to
each other's arms as we struggle
to make collision. whenever a bendable luminary lifts to light your face in utter calmness, many stories ache to be told and now, once more,
i hurry home to the warmth
of your hearth,
tender with the conflagrations
of my heart's tillage
and all the aggregations and their accompanying pains,
i have voluminous stories to
still in your ears. these intimate susurrations.
will you listen?
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
i have not seen it in the
surge of the next moment. it arrived like a letter from complete anonymity to the familiar gape in the doorstep.
i wish sometimes, now that i am
full with age yet none the wiser,
i were a bottle of wine sitting in hermetic space, where no breaths could go in and out of, as disconsolate light trudges the finite spaces its fingers like a taut grip to a gun, able to drain completely of its poisons.
i have you in my blood
and sometimes its immortality
coils into morbid contortions.
a rally of aches, scraping the sinews well and accurate, paring them of their pretensions, this kinship.
i have you in my mind
and sometimes when the impetus
galvanizes me into stolid incitations, my voice lifts and then vanishes into its shy desolations and without sound,
i pass through the deluge of
all this - of i being you,
and you, being me.
i have you sometimes in my eyes,
when these two brown planets
wax in their postulations,
nebulae of emotions explode
into tiny aggregations and now,
i am a lone star in its celestial ambulation through protruding shards of our battlements.
i have you in this warm fount
and sometimes, like a dog
choosing its memory, i sometimes
wish to forget my station and elude its equanimities and only have in my dull mind, where all
the bones are kept and
guard them in the midnight where they shape themselves into
massive morphemes digging deeper to soft skin and mangled, looking
down on me like a prey caught in a hawk's periphery and lunged at,
where all aches are awakened
with recalcitrance, casting
me away from my own tenancies.
i have not seen this in the
coming of the next moment -
we were firstly, laughing at
the smallness of things, sharing
light and other affectations,
until we came in the way
of our trains and closed their
stations, looking for
a place to go now, anywhere
but home.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
I try to start things
Unattached
Simple
Believing that if I set a pace
Those things can be as right
As plans should be right
And that I can leave
Whenever I want
But
Because
Aggregations that stop me from
What was once simple?
I have fallen
Deeply
Aggressively
Into this
I’m walking with two left feet
And time has blurred out the numbers
And arms that are stuck on 2 in the afternoon
Oh the Convenience of love and illusion
But then I blink and it’s 12
And I’ve felt too much
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC