"allover" poems
forgot i was able
forgoe the sugar cane
horse towed them over the edge
coarse hair
coerced into the trap
willing and able
are you able?
are you billing me?
is this thrilling?
have we been feeling
the same?
come over here
something else over there
i'm forgetful
i'm a disgrace to the top
upper crust societors
upper cut so much science
tons of honor
tons more scholarly journals
hurtled over the canyon wall
carried by the wind to those unlistening
wishing they could hear you
sifting thorugh the river for rocks
to deliver you
giver of too many
stories we already know
tore off all of our clothes
promised tonight would be
different than so many
others i laughed at
others i couldn't have
summer is ours to be
somewhat more into fear
someone to hold you dear
come one come all to hear
believer of something more
deliverer of sudden storms
of folk tail magic token
now open your eyes to your own faults
now look to the sky and know the hawks
are staring down with hungry eyes
they're bearing down they see you in the crowd
falling allover selfish rags
hagship tailors
flag waving tagless sleeve cutters
closing shutters in your mechanism
exposed to low level flash bulbs
just enough to imprint the entire night into something more
we would never remember if not for your loose grip
where you fell to the floor
and
saved another for
the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
A tree, stands alone in the misty, interior forest,
frozen, bark to the core,agitated, in the blizzard and gale
only embrace mother nature now blesses him with,
yet full of hope and all ears for something,humming, then-
comes alive suddenly as if a new season of efflorescence
has begun, a cycle of youth,gentle love of butterflies.
A haunting note of wafting music, wakes up the soul
the sky high tree has already forgotten, is rising above the din
booming, sonorous from the deeper part of cosmos.
The tree listens and a transformation begins in every
small root, tiny leaf and allover, the tree left in the
heart of the forest to the mercy of forces is, you know who
the music that enlivens me once again is you my love.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
trudging from lombard
pawned ring
to pay back long debt
Esta es mi vida.
wonderful friend sent a letter:
dont send me poems
I dont love poetry
Caminando por la calles.
On the streets Lanterns
blinding eyes
while I need darkness
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo
letter from court
to pay penalty 1200 euro
for spraying graffities in Friedrichshain
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.
i am hungry
I pick from some wheelchair near entrance of supermarket
one banan
towards me run and attacks me a huge drunkard
beat out from my hands banan
slaps in brow
and I fall on snowed pavement
feel no pains
he stays over me and yell: Sie klaute banane, Nutte!!
I low whisper: yourself schweine backe..
jump from spot and imaginary bite the **** of his imaginary gun
El mundo es maravilloso
I possess no more a laptop
i spilled wine on it
being taken aback of one scene of pure **********
of one lovely guest in my flat
how now to write manifesting defending verses?
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais.
Internet shop
whole night over
beneath of buzzing of casino machines
I sit and write the letter to imaginary dad
to imaginary lovely mom
to sweet sister or brother
well, I have nobody of them
though would I be orphan
I guess my existence were not so dismal
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar.
I writing email to american situationist
his nickname is rasputin
I saying him, that I am situationist
and I am recently became persona non-grata
and I better die than
land in loony-bin
need your aid.
he answers with a link about a war in Irak
my solar plexus clenchs tight
Puta yo no necesita usted!
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada.
*****
Friedrichshain- urban district in Berlin
Sie klaute banane, Nutte!- she stole a banan, Whore!(german)
schweine backe- pig's **** (german)
(thank you Alessandro P. for lesson in spanish)
Esta es mi vida. This is my life.
Caminando por la calles. Walk on the streets
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo.I have enemies allover the world
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.This is my life outside for the battlefield
El mundo es maravilloso The world is beautiful
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais. Politic in this land is merde
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar. I have my iron for shooting
Puta yo no necesita usted. Bitch, I dont need you
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada:
this is my attitude
walking through the streets
to search for death
my life is finished
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
she begins to swing her hips
and flicks her bick to overload
her lips on fire with the words
her mind is a furnace comin unglued
see the images leaking out the seams
rivets slamming the walls
as the ***** busts a nut
she is full on now
aint no stopping
aint no slowin down
what are you crazy think you want her
spreadin roots in this state of mind
like unleashing a hailstorm in a paper cup
this version of the girl aint for bring home to momma
she swims out of her eyes
and bites the natural world
but she is an artwork on two fast feet
she is the cover of time pasted on a cereal box
eat that walter cronkite
any questions
his hand a tangled knot
in the handles of his life
and the he begins to bounce on his feet
as the tune rides up onstage
the crows parts to let the kid roll
they can tell this one is gonna burn the carpet
he calls out the things on his mind
the funky thing crawls down his mind
and out the dancing in his legs
heavy steps like rolling thunder
light ones like flashes of lightening
see the music speak with this
poor fools broken form bouncing
but see that ear to ear grin
that ain't painted there
its live and in person
cause this is living
when the music shakes to your soul
long into the night as the band onstage
plays through their list
plays all the favorite ones
and some for the silly little ones who think
its so cute to wear weekend Tye-dye
these two got the dance-floor sweating
these two stretching the flesh
and greeting the sky
one star at a time
people can you feel the heat
coming off her
shes gonna give birth to a lighting rod
and its gonna explode allover this dance-floor
all too soon the band is pulling out the encore
fare thee something
and her exhausted smile is filled with love
for every note she has made love to
this night
and his laugh is for the trails of mind light
that he has danced with and ran with
they wind it on down
they meet in the middle
and hold eachother
as the music finally fades
the rest of the world goes home to sleep
these two
will lay down to relive it in visions
for a lifetimes in a dream
goodnight prince of the river
goodnight princess of dreadlocks
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
1
Water lilies remembered her
as one of them, lotus buds nodded, jealousy set thick in their eyes
her fingers were white lily buds
she balanced on the big, smooth, round
pebble stones, like a danseuse in an
under water ballet,you are buoyant here than anywhere,
as if you live a life after death
your bodies pale and water caressed, create an illusion of 'unliving'
2.
she tickled my skin-
goosebumps appeared allover
as small bubbles going up..up till they burst above water
I can't forget her first kiss , underwater
my lungs were filled with her feminine fragrance like smoke of cannabis
an experience that sizzled the water, never to forget
(even if she would never come back from the unfathomable love, water gives)
3
I was naked, she too, like a lily in bloom that was raveling in love
as if it was the last season we had
she was magic in body and soul
I peeped in to the limitless with her entangling me and at the end,
I saw halo around her pointed *******
that have become lotus buds.
I couldn't take my eyes off them
after the magical transformation.
The lake was totally out of the world
the mossy patch between her legs
had a fluorescent glow intermittent,
she was transforming every minute in to a form of water life, I understood.
like a fish, coral, moss or water plant
I , for my dismay remained as before; nothing was to be done about it,
like many of the things brought change in a person's life.
4.
Sun, in the voice of light
called us from above,
his pranks tickled her and me
like ghosts of dead women,
found their watery grave here,
we played with tortoises and frogs
made for us crowns with algae and water flowers.
5
A silvery snake, thin, with some intent
coiled around her narrow waist.
eyes in its sharp pointed head,
intently looked in to mine.
she was now a dolphin without fins
then, I received waves of clear foreboding
time to return to the shores, I tried to tell
but massive sheets of water ate my muffled words!
Swimming up a water column, she smiled that detached smile
already, she was a mermaid , I could see
I stammered"You..promised..
to come back..
we have promises to keep,
that we exchanged..."
Under water time runs in a way we can't understand
one becomes a flow, one with altered time..
she was just a glow in the depth when I saw her last.
O
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
Autumn scattered allover sorrow and leafs,
But sun will shine not knowing the griefs.
Amun -Ra in other world is happy at last:
Elvish prophet predicted the forecast.
Legends and myths give us hope everyday,
Make think how actually close is Milk Way
And Peter Apostle sometimes with Athena
Waltzing in sands of Coliseum arena .
You know, I do believe in Jesus the Christ
Prophets of Muhammad are highly priced
I share wisdom of Gautama the Buddha
In my dreams Vishnu appeared on Garuda.
See nymphs enjoying dew drop in a dawn
Letter on ground made by steps of a faun.
As fables flocking like river through wood,
I shall always believe in love and in Good.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs
Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts
Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
1.Tried, but I couldn't take my eyes off her,
she left happily with my eyes allover her.
2.Her eyes were two deep, blue pools,
together,they'll invite me to swim in them,
wasn't I naive to think the other would
get jealous,if i decide to jump in to one
when I saw getting reflected on both,at once
I realized,how easily love took me for a ride!
3.She was a creature,created for delight,
each part,even a strand of hair, strange
had an effect on my senses any time
and I was made to be attuned to her always!
each act of her could both invigorate or tranquilize.
but only on their own sweet will,i found
The effects of a psychedelic drug,I felt
in her presence, one I have never ever taken!
4.My error quotient goes perilously high,
when you are somewhere near tome and sigh!
5.With her feminine fingers locking mine,
my imagination quickly flies sky high
two interstellar travelers are you and I
ready to live out there,on sky in a new high,
without bothering to care for logistics!
6.With each of your love bites arousing,
I fire all my rockets,roaring skywards.
Your teeth play a naughty hide and seek
with my earlobes,I get so wild,you get thrilled
taken over by a seizure,I feel eyes blue simply ecstatic!
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
*as i said to one Englishman... wait wait, you building an Auschwitz all-over-again? why didn't you say so! i'd thrown a brick into construction! ****** - thanks for not letting me to integrate - oh right, and the argument is: you're sub-human. fan-fucking-tastic, i can't wait for the lazy ******* in the construction site; because the Bulgarians were donkeys, and so the Romanians, the Poles had some respect... i'm gonna be loving this transition from office work into brick-laying of the local populace.*
james dean allover again, it's hard to assimilate these days,
integrating i.e. paying your taxes is the easy shove-and-pull,
but to perform a complete eradication of origin is harsh...
the English complain about the Poles... but they rarely
complain about Curry Henry and his Bangladeshi crew
of the former colonies... so why did the British
wage war with Germany in the second world war...
why not take a Swedish stance on things apathetic?
so when in Europe you were racist against Europeans,
but counter- when you accepted turmeric dye over here
from India... what?! a stick has two ends,
you ******* Stalinist all off a sudden
so that i only hear half of the ******* argument?
GO TRUMP! GO TRUMP! STATUE
OF LIBERTY HANDLING A *****
GO TRUMP! GO TRUMP! WOO HOO!
**** 'EM OVER! you think that provocation can
be easily externalised, once you provoke the right
it presupposes a tactic of puppetry - you were
antisemitic with communism anyway, who gives
a **** i don't... you didn't give a **** about me
for so long i'm not going to bother either.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
I feel like a blurry photo; black & white
Unclear, yet beautiful
On a quiet street.
Shiny with rain
Leaves scattered allover
reflection of streetlamps stinging my eyes
light sprayed though my vision
filtered by tears
magnifying the lights.
leaves blow, headlights string,
taking all hope along...
It's almost comforting how alone I feel.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
"Perhaps I am late" perplexed he thought and rushed forward,
the place was deserted as if an invisible cloud of grief has descended.
The intermittent gun shots , he mistook as the beginning of fireworks,
he stepped on the manicured lawn, wondering where all others had gone.
He stopped stunned,blood was splattered allover, there a night began .
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
i kiss, the nape of your neck,
while you still sleep
and inhale you.
spearmint, sandlewood
and citrus combined
with clean sweat.
you stir and roll over,
you are healthy
and in your prime.
more than my heart stirs, more than your heart, responds.
your lips, meet my skin
for the first time,
allover again.
i am drawn...
like moth to flame .
i am before you,
barely, contained,
but your teasing,
tendril,torching, tongue
scatters me to
richochet,
without
thought or sense.
my lips seek
the curve of your
collar bone and neck
as if to feast
upon your soul.
my hand behind
your head holding,
kneeding, that spot
on the top tip of spine
that makes you growl.
our desires grow deep,
our arousal complete,
we move,
to connect our hips
in early morning,
grinding, greeting,
i quiver,
as you,
rampant,
touch my lips...
....and our son
begins to wail and sob.
we break,
with regret.... unrequieted.
i go to see to him,
you, to a cold shower.
our day begins,
with love and frustration.
but then,
there is always, the art of...
delayed gratification.....
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
I wish I could sing better, as rooms
would crowd up just for my voice to fill
in the last possible spots and space. But
it's not my choice, envying those who
seem vocally perfect. I'll sing for myself
in corners of the world and I'll enjoy it
but the feeling that no one will ever
like the sound as much as a star's, breaks
more of my insides than my voice does
other people's ears. I'm not made
to sing, enchant your hearing, make you ling-
er, make you stare, make you dazzled with
confusion.
His voice, or hers, it makes me feel
these tingling sensations allover
the skin of my back, all my hairs rise.
I want to do that to the necks of listeners.
I lost so much, even this, even though
I never had it.
Make me humble again, return it.
I'll be lonely on my school ball,
I'll cry and watch some streams, making
their way wherever they want to.
But I can enjoy the sadness, I'm
getting used to being useless.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
A smile so innocent,perhaps sold at just a cent
The eyes of pure joy,even without a priceless toy
Even when the eyes couldn’t see, the end of this vast sea
Yet,the world,seemed so full of colour,
Even tiny little things,bloomed like a flower
An endless dawn,without being a pawn,
I wish I could go back,being a hopeless fawn
Funny little things and stupidity allover,
I dreamed I will go back,when the simulation is finally over
The definition of genuine-
Why couldn’t I find it in the ruin?
As the end was near, the story of "fear"
As if something got strucked by a spear,making the moon never so clear
The picture of a setting sun,crying for one last fun
But nothing could stop the time,wishing for a final,harmless crime
Untill the end of times,the dawn of eternity
May this piece,again and again,find its destiny.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
i stand on the hanger floor
as the crowds tickles in
with somber eyes and
tear stained cheeks
i stand there
and watch these people weep
watching as my friends say goodbye
but i can't help it
as i feel nothing
as i laugh internally
knowing my time is next
and no one will cry for me
i start to move
and say to everyone
"I'll see you in week"
and ******** like regular
we crack jokes
about how the year will fly by
flying over afghanistan
and the stupid PT belts we have to wear
i look down at my watch
the seconds drag on
like we're trapped in a vortex
we just can't escape
a voice comes over the P.A system
"5 more mins and then we get the formation started"
as more tears stream down
the faces of family members
i make the rounds to say goodbye
it doesn't hit me
til i walk out the hanger door
i have a week, just seven days
til i am on the other side
watching it allover again
but it will be me
standing in formation
ready to leave
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 12:57 AM UTC
Well,well,well, I wonder
How quickly one gets
attracted to these shells
lie strewn around, colorfully
without any scheme or theme
but in no way less attractive
yet making naked soft soles
of itinerant feet bleed
if gets closer than needed.
On a desolate beach
like this one here, we stand
there isn't much else
other than laden sand
one can expect to set eyes on
for a long, long time
unless one is counting
the waves,incessantly rolling out,
waves that won't let you do that job,
the way perfect,you want to accomplish.
What would a wave bring you other than
what you have expected always!
Then comes the time to let
eyes wander on to the naked shells,
spread as if each conceals a cryptic message!
You'd never want to know what
strange happenings they predict.
Oh! Yes! so many waiting in disorder
with that onetime impatience,
inevitable death's thirst display,
now quenched forever and aye!
Now licked clean by sun and waves,
and time's invisible scaly tongue.
that adamantly kept mum,
when one was all ears to listen.
Shell white in an angry profusion
dominates the sea shore
making sand whiteness mean less,
Staring eyeless crabs,just as shells
comes in to dreams as pirates
Shrimps, kills and prawns transform
in to ghostly shells cackling in salty winds.
Shells whispering the stories of pain from the past,
Did i hear someone in a frenzy yell
from a mid sea night darkness.
**** that shell,with the evil memories
of a death,that drained all semblance
of life,that drained all spirit of life.
"Shells go back to your sleep!
From the dream of return,
Prepare for a life allover again".
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
As the could rain
Spills
Allover
I amagibe being in your
Arms cuddling
With you
Kissing you
But instead
I walk drawing
Finger marks on
The store windows
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
I’m afraid to lay a hand on him
or leave any mark on his delicate skin;
because I know how much I could hurt
and he’s too precious to include
from all the lovers I had lost.
How I wish you could see well
the picture I’ve been trying to paint;
No. I could not play my fate with him-
I can’t afford to hurt his innocent eyes.
We speak the same language
and sing the same songs
and write the same poems
about love and how love could hurt.
I could just do it allover again
Do everything wrong and then hide;
And forget and start at once
But, no, not this time, not to him.
I told him once,
“I’m the worst person to fall in love with.”
And he asked me why.
It’s as simple as translating constellations
and solving an endless riddle;
Nothing’s ever clear when it comes to
loving and being loved by me.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
When she dances you feel the heat
When she turns and looks your way
You feel the spark
It burns
Setting you on fire
She dances for you
She spins always looking at you
The floor set in flames
Burning a path your way
You just know you’ll be
Consumed
By her fire
When she dances you feel the spark
When she spins without stopping
You feel the heat
It burns
Setting your soul a flame
Dancing fire is what she is
Flames that burn allover
Covered in red
Sparking orange
Yellow setting all to light
Her eyes jemini green
Her skin a tanned brown
Her hair a heated cherry
A dress colored ruby
Heals so sharp when they hit the floor
The sparks fly
When she dances you feel the fire
When she looks at you feel the spark
The heat in your soul
It burns
Setting your soul a flame
By scarlet rose
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
UP ON A CHASE by PHOLOHANA SELLO VINCENT (PHOZI POETIC SKINNY BAE)
Right in Front of Realty's Face, I Vanish With Speed Leaving Behind No Vivid Trace, Just to ace, Whatever Task is Handed, The way I Do it, You Might Bet The Suspect is Apprehended,
I act Like a Cop, Whenever Tasked With a Task, I unveil My Mask, "JUST DO IT" and Don't ask, With Passion, I am NOT in Fashion But WINNING is my Style, Haven't Tasted That Drug For a While, it Looks Like Now My Losses Want To Pile,
I Am Out, Up, and Back On a Chase in This Death Race, With a Wish to Catch a Bigger Fish, With my Bare Hands, Still Friendly and Alone, with NO Friends, With a Sole Vision to Catch Up With My Dreams Near Success Streams so That I can Drown in Them And Come Back Through The Process Of Rebirth On Earth To Take What is Rightfully Mine, as if I Mine!!!
I am in This Vicious Chase, On a Come Back, To Climb The Steep, Live With NO Sleep Just to Keep My Promise, That I Will Win At The End, Even Though I Am Making a Mend, Reconciling My Old Habit With The New, In Order To Eliminate Problems Until They Are Few,
On The Chase, Allover Reality's Face, Vanishing Leaving No Trace, With A Sole Wish To Get That Trophy, To Get That Emblem, And Not Be The One To Blame When **** Bounce Back After Hitting The Fan, I Am Out Here During The Day in The Darkness Of Life, Walking Tall Like a Highness, Exercising My Kindness To Get Nearer To The Money So I Can Spend Wisely,
With A Sole Wish To Feed And Look After The Hungry, I Am Not Angry I Have Got Happiness Overflowing, Oozing Out Of Me, Because I Know, That I Am Ready To Take This, Break This And Watch This, as I Climb The Ladder Of Success On The Chase, With No Case, Clean Like A Baby Born Yesterday, With A Sole Wish To Conquer Whenever I Get There,
I Am Up, On a Chase... .. .
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
door
$40 used on ebay
cleaned it up. made it good
(wore the **** out of that thing)
i found him there,
i fed him my paintings.
lured him out
with my bad poems. he
found friends in the array of ghosts i maintain under my fingernails,
and
in the old wool watchcap kept stuffed down at the bottom of my studio bag.
i fed him in the framingham night
and in the cold foreign springtime.
and we
made
peace-raids at the reservoir.
kept track
of the hours of "stargazing" spent there. while pale gods lay strewn allover
the hillside
and in the rain
and the snow.
and the overcalculated days where it was too hot.
outside,
we sweated morphine
and ****** to tom waits,
luncheoned on the grass.
i
bore our banner and he reared his
black
buffalo head.
we slunk down into breakfast booths
i had soapy teeth.
he had a gut that burned slow like a trinket-drawer left
unopened for
years.
the ghost in my jacket, he shrinks down and curls up when he
should get big.
-reaches out to the tops of cabinets nobody can reach.
i remember him
my ghost thinks he's funny,
but
drawers get opened.
and ghosts get nervous
and coats get put away.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
We were talking so sweet
Under the warm, cozy sheet;
We were alone, and we had to go
somewhere far away.
We laid there as he
held my hand carelessly,
Tick, tock,
"I have to go home."
And he kissed me,
and begged for me to stay,
and I did; never have I
wanted to stay
in my life.
I stared at him,
his sweet smell
allover the room;
never have I
adored someone
else’s eyes.
For so long, we laid,
He twirled my hair with
his fingers; kissed me hard,
and wrapped his arms
around my waist.
Tick, tock,
"I have to go home."
And I kissed him back,
eyes closed;
my whole body
quivering before his;
"Do you love me?"
"I do."
"You can’t."
"I know, I know."
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
Anything there is worn out, torn apart
As much as there is, unlucky
Delete, in this new dawn
Wash your mind, with sunshine.
Oh human, promise now
As long as you remain in this earth
Will be motivated in human service
Be it spring, winter, monsoon, or drought.
Remain devoted to humanity
By taking this promise
Promote humanity
No one can be despised.
Hey, extend the hand of harmony
Around allover the society
Be reputed in action
Cheers spread in all corners.
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
*of the past are allover the
walls of my heart.*
**my efforts to clear all
of them have been
in vain for these
memories are
spiders which
keep nesting
again &
again &
again**
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC