"ameliorating" poems
drowned the Earth suddenly.
underneath honest light,
all
submerged. this cataract of feeling —
waters pursue beginnings. cradling them
to unknown ends, washed by the shore.
gluttonously the night swallowed
all — parliament of birds warble no longer.
midnight, the Moon
claws the supple skin of organized stone
displaced
where all the edges bloom
forth torrid froth of dappled light which kills no less than a brief life of matchflame. tenuous spar of wind on
the unserious twilight; bulge of death
in the stream — a body haul, rafting
in compost; stench of all topple like
resins held loose in vats. rat **** becomes
as inviting as moulding bread;
tantric music for no instrument, hoarse
cries unbeheld —
until the flesh no longer flounders
pressed against sleep-shaped youngness
hewn lissome in the hours of no succor,
modeling silence in the thrill of
this enthusiastic space,
hands scouring muddied
obscure, atremble,
shadowless hours fill stomachs with
the plump word of rescue yet none
of these fingers unwished the
ingenuity of dull gods — this twilight
nor twinight could ever grive
in forethought, striking bells to signal birds
to arrive again so we could feast
in silver fish, with bare hands scaled to callouses,
looking at it twice-over, this battered yolk
of whiteness, with deeds of the viridian
now atrill in new fragile woodworks
lurching and
ameliorating as we all
stutter and sing
haunts dabbing open
lips of small wounds that
wish to shut quietly, almost
every threat of gray or pummel of
wind startles the flyblown ornate,
hurrying us back to cornerless homes
where all photographs washed away,
very few hang
swayed by verdure
of the gradual throne of sea
curving perpetually the several stars
we have ignored for a while,
where everything quite begins
again to enthrall with a melodic
leitmotif of the most tender of
instances loose
in mouths
and in endless recall
breathless—
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
All that I need, all I've wanted for years, and even during the lost times, you were pressed under my skin like pure, warm aching. Had to go through it, we say now, had to lose each other entirely then to be heavenly entangled now.
Such great heights only after sunken deep lows.
Let me tell you, angel, I am certain you were made for me, and goodness, believe me, I could never leave.
We stood the test of time.
We endured the distance.
We have conquered demons.
You and I fought a ****** war, and hell if we didn't win it.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
I am an accumulation of stories,
An amalgamation of myself and others,
Shared experiences lessening cultural differences,
Secrets and fears;
My own and those I hold near.
Joy and Sorrow;
What I say today may not hold true Tomorrow,
I am not constant
I am ever-changing,
Adjusting, evolving, ameliorating,
Tomorrow, I am the people I met Today
And part of the person I left behind Yesterday
What I am is Who I am,
A correlated concept, every day an elevated stand.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
I desire to create,
What remains unperceived,
Unrepairable faith in it's authentic self,
Unscathed by anothers opinion or morals,
Their hopes and desires,
The birth of such a rebellious idea remains unearthed,
I want it raw,
But God despises it,
The idea of being challenged,
So all left of my thoughts is the binding vision of tomorrow,
A vision of hope,
That ensues an ameliorating repercussion on my mental capacity,
Concluding the idea of a saviour,
And Of my passion and greed,
Greed to learn something I shall never master,
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
The immersion of
oneself in another
beleaguers
mind body and
soul; ameliorating
one's aplomb...engulfed
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure
I’m capable of grief, regret and feeling sad.
But is that guilt? And is guilt bad?
Knowledge that the one responsible is you,
However caused:
From innocence or ignorance,
Naiveté, unworldliness,
The mess created to put other(s) in a stew.
Perhaps it is.
In the stillness of decision,
From a willingness and will,
Rejecting guilt, dismissing shame,
Taking culpability in name of karma,
(though I’d never harm a
fly on purpose),
If I’ve done a something to a someone,
I will have to pay back someone sometime,
Try to form and glue a future, integrated, sutured me,
New belonging and identity;
Acquiring a philosophy to lean on:
A new frame, new name, rules of the game
Ameliorating guilt and shame.
They write about this all the time
Have done it since the start of
Any kind of written art -
In prose, in picture and in rhyme
In life, in death, with every breath,
Mistakes corrected to reach truth
Uncovered and un-smothered,
Reaching out that truth to other.
Through the spittle,
Perhaps victual
Of the title
I reach out to you.
Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure 5.7.2017
Circling Round Egos; Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
He plays himself
With a mask like soaked clay
And faux tears on-command,
All you can do to cope with the hindsight
Is to say you were brave for sticking with it
When you weren't brave enough for the alternative,
Voice like a whisky-croak and words that
Ring of sweet nothings but really mean nothing at all.
Blood on the carpet. Never coming off
And never failing to remind you of what you did and didn't
do wrong.
You figured you'd make boredom into something
Less important but the meaning of any philosophy
Is dependant on the day and the weight of the past it carries--
**** it
Bassline stranded on the boderline, that is to say
Stuck and unfixable. That's part of growing, right?
Dealing with it and moving on, forming a character
From a tortuous pantomine; doing the impossible in
Ameliorating light strictly with the tools given to you
by the dark room you were raised in. Rise or sink.
It was out of your hands, your actions moving forward
Is all that has to matter now.
Just hold on until tomorrow.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
The last time there was time there was none.
Pushed and pulled I am the ameliorating clay
I am the Sun, I am the Stars, I am Solar System Glue.
It's I for all and none for me.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Ethereal__ my mind has gone far;
Which I wish to distantly observe and inform,
Very far beyond the precincts of this material world.
Politics, time, gender violence or what?
My head is scattered and I don't know what to write.
But the effigy of a damsel silhouettes adamantly upon my imagination;
The bearer of this shape,
Permanent upon my clairvoyance consciousness
Has a gentle soul_ laden with solace_
Radiating towards my scattered head,
Ameliorating the spontaneity there in;
To stray no more, and beckoning my dissipated psyche back home.
Of a damsel, the silhouette pleasantly speak of LOVE
And I cannot but write love;
So as to tell you there's solace in love.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC