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onlylovepoetry Jul 2023
how do you paint water, or clouds?

I could read poetry for the brief,
of my of remaining life, however brief,
and never be satiated, of love, and streams of water,
never stilled, always running in patterns that exist,
but for milliseconds, admired by clouds born in, of,
a moment of re-formation that is perpetuity long:
unending shape shifting, like the freedom of flowing water
currents, forming, reforming and unthinkable, nay,
inconceivable that human eyes or their spoken words
could capture their shiny white foamy essence

But of love, that we can do, paint, design, recreate its
endless loops of undulations, like the radiating circularity
of a pebble dropped gently to its burial sight in a quiet pond.

Humans know, understand and excel at clasping and grasping
at the synapsing of human cells from differing bodies: the
exogenous erogenous of human touch that like the clouds
and the water, who could paint that, who capable of capturing
said sensations that wrack and enliven the body with invisible
interior chemical reactions. I cannot. Thankfully better men and women have treatised  their entreaties to the powers of the universe and been rewarded with the skilled delicacy of weaving human tapestries, the milliseconds of connectivity, eclectic and electrifying of different currents and differing amperage’s forming and reforming like water moving, just  like the clouds changing in response to the externalities of wind and gravity and all the forces of nature that encourage us to study and stare at these flows, hoping to entrance them into standing still for but a moment, and instead, mesmerizing us into standing motionless for hours in awe of their freedom.

Love’s undulations too mesmerizing, and freezing us into
place, or alternatively caucus to run endlessly arms extending,
flying though not airborne , rocketing us upwards while feet never budging, but finding good wards, masterful metaphors to recreate and thus to share the fabulous mystery of this thing we know as love.


2:58AM
Friday
jul 22 (jewel 22) of the 23rd year of the 21st Century.


O.L.P.
inspired by the police of Oxford, Lewis and Hathaway
Victoria Lantz Jan 2017
When I’m vibrating at your frequency, the spark that lives behind my belly button jumps between two carbon rods. The electrostatic movement attracts others with similar circuits, but there are so few wired like me. When I do meet a parallel electric force, I can’t help but remove all of my resistors, letting the amperage rise. The resulting voltage causes most to recoil in fear, but occasionally a series connection occurs. The power in that circuit explodes me into you.
wordvango Mar 2015
alight a path of excited neurons
saved by corporeal fuses
sacrificed fried to save
my head from overloads all the
amperage storing up
Danger High Voltage!!!

flows inside from too much reality.

I need your alternating current
to mediate my DC.
To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman.
To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire.

You sing of electric bodies ten million volts.
I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil.
If someday we should unite,
our sparks would alight on eternity.
To my favorite poet, my light my current, my future brighter because of her.  Vicki
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amperage of connections fallen out and lost
No carnival party to revive.
Ashore astronomical beholders vision,
A needle through the rich man's eye!!!!
Camilla scents,
Canopied distinguished in canistered tents.......
Century carols confine the interstate mind!!!
Circulation is impatient wherein clots block chloroform vine's....
Wed-lock intensifiers waiteth to be fed,
Trapped,
Packed,
Chained to their beds....

Hath thou lost thyself yet???
Prison poetry
wordvango Dec 2014
A volt or amperage an ampule injected not grounded
a spasm or epiphany a reckoning
encompasses
I melt voltaically into
warmth and jolt
concurrently metered
by hair standing on ends
legs arms nethers
convulsing
like two phased
polarity
not grounded!
I short out,
positively!
Jonny Angel Jun 2014
I woke up
to an electric dream
about you.

O Sweet Lady,
my head was buzzing
& my *******
were throwing sparks,
everything else
was just humming.

A million
or more
volts jolted
through
my entire body,
nothing seemed wrong,
only right.

O Darling,
you have such
fine amperage
& I could not fight
your voltage,
it's so magnetic.

A strong current
pulsed
through
my fingertips
strumming
& I knew I was had
when my circuits
overloaded.....
what pulsations!

O my God,
I truly confess.
you touch my soul
& I'm *****-bad,
definitely
not bumming.
brandon nagley May 2015
Amperage of connections falleth out and thus lost,
No carnival party to revive,
Ashore astronomical beholders vision!!!

A needle through the bloated man's eye!!!!

Camillia scents,
Canopied distinguished In canistered tents!!!

Century carrols confine the interstage mime!!!
Circulation is thus impatient  where clots block chloroform vines!!!!

Wed/lock intensifiers wait to be fed,
Trapped,
Packed,
Chained to thine own beds!!!

Hath thou lost thyself yet??
NuurSeraph Jun 2014
Ecstasy lures Me, oh so Willingly I will phase by, in and out of Common Mind, blurring by on Uncommon Ground.

You might see me drifting in a daze but I am not in your World, my unfocused pleasure is my Ecstatic Treasure. My unfocused Vision allows me to see Uncommon Things. I can see the Wisping Ether rushing by, I can see the quarks pop in and out of this space and time. I will dance to movements of Sound orchestrated within me, automatically.

I will speak from the higher mind, smiling, unknowing of the profound parable uttered from my kissed lips. I will spin visionary, I will body electrify, currents of energy flow in and out of my body and the air amperage jumps with Joy.

I will rise up in Trance and share my spinning Energy with All like ripples in a Pond. I will stay awhile just as long as I have been allotted by the Hand of God.
Deity Expressed. Inspired by the Melami Sufi Tradition.
Gadus Jan 2017
When I slipped into sleep
flattening the frostbitten blades
that liquify under my body
the creeping amperage of aches
distract me from exposure

When he said 'It ain't easy out there'
he didn't envision blood curdling screams
Vivid nightmares that would pop me off my cardboard mattress
The ever common theme of falling
hoping I would hit the gelid side street

The path is singular when succumb to tunnel vision
in a gritty simulation I carry light
wallet, knife, and the daunting magic meter
In the romantic beginning, I was Aristippus twice removed
sailing on an escape route, against the grain until the end (at least)
flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,

and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,

wrought wretched state of human *******
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late

adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric

oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by

indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,

which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion

times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage

yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
Yo fools out here, swelling they souls,
For only, temporary water gains,
Thats means ya reign,
Is soon gonna be a drought,
No doubt,
I took the narrow route,
But broad is my might,
Saw the eternal light,
When the dark, bounded my sight,
Eerie spirits, hard to clear it,
Trumpets, blowing yo you can hear it,
Bring ya eyes closer, bet the tears youll be feeling it,
Everybody want the fame,
Before the fame,
No the game, is to be told, while the slaves is sold,
I stand bold and hold,
My intentions, like Prince i see yall intense,
******* leaning on the fence,
Fools turn into Mike Pence,
When i see them, tryna *****,
They way down a pipe dream,
Everything aint what it seems,
I slash ya dreams,
Shakes like Hakeem, bet i can get yall dancing to the theme,





Spin my cap backwards,
Watch the wizard,
Lay words, expose you gizzards,
Hoes tongue is lizard,
Tryna get a taste, of my natural paste,
Pin it to the system, get me a nine to five prison,
Time aint got no limits, like energy, linked with the synergy,
High powered, with the submachinery,
Everybody talking about Israel,
Well, that's just the beginning of hell,
Peace comes as the ultimate holy grail,
Blessed are the cursed,
I loved everyone as my worse,
The roman circus aint went no where,
Every three to six years, there's a new heir,
Abdicated off of the throne,
Here awaits a new chair,
Playing like Christ, gleaming sparkles of ice,
Rollie watch me control thee,
Amperage, shock brain cells,
It aint hard to tell,
The most smart, aint living well,
Hold steady, as i brace yall,
For the lyrical balance beams,

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