"anesthetize" poems
They will try to take the words
To tame the language
To anesthetize
Censoring
Limiting
As we lose one word at a time
We will forget
The next generations won’t miss
What was dismissed
And the flowers won’t bloom
The sun won’t blaze
The orange haze will fade
Dullness will set in
In the forgetting
Identity will be lost
Compassion will be lost
We will be lost
In the censorship
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
read this aloud, mind the punctuation,
and, finally,
enjoy.
amethyst eyes alight with nighttime lightning, clapping lashes spark ruminations rumbling across the savannah of memory imprinting in me the afterimage of Now. Now, Now makes me hers -- though i’m more willing a captive than she imagines: imprisoned in the present, tasting the electricity resounding in this soundless cell () deafeningly solid --
she grooves before me.
slowly rolls me
me rolls slowly
molasses boiling tongues twisting towards me
ba-da doom ba-doom doom doom.
i don’t know if it’s the fireflies caught in midnight-amber jars suspended by strands of suicidal curls tumbling down the pitch of your back,
or
your touch, come tentatively, but nonetheless titillating, for it softly pleas me to get grounded, stay a while in the timbre of warm fireside conversation and cocoa,
or
your teacup of a navel compelling i to lift laughter, fish up reminiscences, and transcend time,
or
when you lean close and lick me with your eyelash, as if a butterfly’s kiss,
or
your soft voice smoothly singing songs of four-lettered blues . . .
. . . my god you’re gorgeous.
dance with me, Now for two more turns of the moon let’s defy posterity and traverse the curves of each other’s words and purge our selves of self let’s anesthetize Now, marinate in the moment, savor the silence and become sap-trapped fossils left for the future let’s live a lifetime together in two more turns of the moon, Now, so that I may memorize every quark of every electron of every neutron of every proton of every atom of every ion of every molecule of every cell of every sinew of every tissue of every ***** and every system of all your beauty, Now, you are perfect because you are am is and will never be anywhere else but here and nothing else but Now.
feel me?
feel her?
feel here?
Now.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 12:06 PM UTC
Numb
Numb
Numb
So
uninvolved
invisible
It's the same routine
anesthetize me
Feel me
I'm done
dumb
numb
I feel the love-hate
Tell me, do you feel it?
Tell me you feel it
Tell me you feel
Numb
Numb
Numb
They still believe
I feel
I live
I love
Numb
Numb
Numb
Feel my drug
The toy I am
The game you are
Let me feel
numb
numb
done.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
A child’s mind and spirit need a chance
To confront the boredom of unstructured time -
To build, explore, to write, pretend or dance;
To dream and plan for futures more sublime.
But we, with anxious guardian concern
So fearful that our wards might come to pain,
Replace their fires with ones that do not burn
Colored lights that anesthetize the brain.
Our children grow and sadly we bemoan
How ill prepared they are to lead us on.
(You harvest wheat if wheat is what was sown
The chance to harvest other crops is gone.)
So let the entertainment sit ignored,
And see what comes of children being bored.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
why do you pretend to be so tough, projecting a hard exterior, when i so clearly see the little girl behind a paper tiger. a little girl who wants to be loved unconditionally, protected fiercely, embraced heartily in her father’s arms, is that what i see in you, a reflection of me, a little boy, afraid, alone, craving intimacy, fearing, distrusting to love and be loved.
take my hand, let me lead, let me be the man, missing from your life, let me be an example, to witness, to rebuild the trust, that has been lost, remove your armor, slowly, piece by piece, let me see the child that you protect so fiercely.
learn to trust, allow yourself to be vulnerable, you have to give to get, trusting another is difficult, you are not to blame, there is no shame, being a child soldier, in an adult world, a veteran of lecherous wars, having your emotions manipulated selfishly, mangled carelessly, becoming cynical, suspicious in order to survive, leaving you disillusioned of the world, disgusted in those you need and want, depressed with the reality of a ruthless society.
we are older, wiser, bolder, the wounds have crusted over, healed, leaving scars as reminders, of what we want, but can not get without giving, patiently tilling, turning another’s heart in the spring to harvest in summer.
it is frightening to show our true selves to another, perilous in what is required to develop the craved intimacy, frightening in escalating, arduous in sustaining, and reciprocating personal level of self disclosure.
we anesthetize ourself with drugs and alcohol, or distract ourselves with mundane things, quotidian tasks, to numb the deep need, the intense yearning for emotional connection, the warmth and security of being held like a child in mother’s arms.
you have to give to get, to love to be loved, to accept to be accepted, for “the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return (1).”
(1) Nate King Coles (Nature Boy)
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
stifle quaint bitterness
superfluous objectivity
scant faces run dire with shame
anger, drilling deeper
resonance in faith; signs of release
chain the lion
thoughts faded into mystery
anesthetize burning eyes with compassion
locked in fate, mired with doubt
seethe life, breathe free
imprisonment forgotten
heart set free
dark sunset, rising grey with deceit
stolen mind, contemplative
foreign feelings
lost to hatred
found again
speak, child
share my heart with all the hurt
suffer no more
found shame
shared destiny
healing, hand in hand
provincial blessing in disguise
amend soiled plight with bold tongues
true words echoing hope
two, lost
both found
dead inside, no more
found home, heart to heart
dream with sleepless nights
awake, together
together
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
What a rotten time to fall in love.
When I'm on the brink of tragedy,
On the edge of something so insurmountable that
I can't even contain it in both outstretched, weak, aching arms.
When I'm so close to the capstone of calamity that I can taste
The wreck on my tongue as it rains down my face.
I'm a goner.
The cataclysm that all good poetry is known for-
I am drowning on the words before they reach you-
I asphyxiate on the dark after you fall asleep.
Steady, lulled into a composition of notes and gasps.
I wonder if you know what I'm thinking about
When you wrap your hand around my throat.
I want to be the kind of person that your love deserves.
I just want to be the kind of person who isn't dripping with
Grief.
I'll find a sermon in every word you speak,
I'll chant it like prayer,
With my hands clasped to my chest in some
Frenzied, violent attempt to swear to God.
There is no reply.
Just your hand on my skin-
Less like touch and more like collision.
Please, stay. I'm begging now. I'm on my knees.
How do I look?
Do I look as pathetic as I feel?
I sink into the sadness but you're still holding my hand.
I don't speak, I overflow.
I don't love, I anesthetize.
I am destroying myself and you won't turn your head away.
Like a car crash. Like a collision. Like your hand around my throat.
I am paralyzed with a fear that God can't hear me.
"I love you" and I suffocate on the silence.
"I love you" and I choke on the apology that follows.
"I love you" and I am so sorry.
“I love you, too.” and I take my first breath.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Beauty does dematerialize
like the effect of a childhood kiss;
your images anesthetize
thoughts that lead to this.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
"...we have to stop being shocked and amazed....when men who are conquerors by nature also chase women....we as a society have got to become a little more anesthetized to this." Donny Deutsch
**Anesthetize your daughters, oh Mighty Men, novocaine their conquered *****
Man guided penises are upon their proverbial hunts!
They seek out your females; chase them from your arms
All at the damnable fault of their ineffable charms
Cast aside the garments you dress your girls within
Then forget the ravages of every single sin
And spread their arms to the world and let them hug it tight
While Weiners of every kind **** with all their might
Puritans are the trouble, religion the rapist’s friend
Bend your daughters over, they’ll get it in the end.
And Natalie, when you are finally through
With this unsavory interview
Lift up your dress and spread your knees
And maybe, just maybe, we will ask you please.**
'and if you were caught with your pants down literally and figuratively, come clean.'
upon the face of every woman you have ever seen.
http://newsbusters.org/blogs/kyle-drennen/2011/06/09/nbc-puritanical-americans-must-become-anesthetized-sex-scandals
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Each day is
as a procession of
redundant clopping
on the ground
rhythmic sounds
that anesthetize,
mesmerize
have we become blinkered
along this trail
through life
like a steed in harness
undistracted by
glimpses of
clouds of hate
along the horizons
or seething storms
blowing in from the seas
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
A stirring of crows erupt from my chest,
as lean back carefully
to make it easier on my weary bones.
there is nothing to stop their storm, their laughter
as they climb up into the clouds
I stare at them, at an achromatic world
and they stare back at my cadaverous figure, lying in the grass.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Cut away my feelings
Anesthetize my mind
Let me jump off of this ledge
And leave this all behind
From day one
You said I couldn't do anything right
You beat me down with words and punches.
Bruised my skin, my mind, my heart. You ******* piece of ****
You ruined me.
Now look at what I've become.
Welcome to the darkness.
Welcome to the pain.
Welcome to the agony.
Welcome to my brain.
You said you'd always be there,
But you never were!
You said you'd make the pain stop! But you drove the knife deeper.
You said you love me.
You said you cared.
But now I'm here sitting alone.
All alone and scared.
I just wanna rip my ******* heart out.
Blow my brains against the wall.
Slice my veins too deep.
Step off the ledge and fall.
You never ******* cared.
None of you.
I'm all alone and scared.
Just please.
Let.
Me.
Go....
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
There lie's some magic in her eyes
They made me go anesthetize.
Got ransacked in the first encounter
Neither i m sober,Nor in any desire.
I searched them in crowd of hundred
I concealed yet it thundered,
They possess some illusion definitely
Everyone sees them constantly.
May that bond be never be never apart
May that thread of love be never in part
Don't i mind if world be never beside me
Only wanted that mystic feel forever by me.
Its a season of tears please don't lift
Night has darken, clouds still drift
Please don't go my love i swear to you in pain
Destination is still faded in that heavy rain.
Your remembrance is draped with my heart
Every second reverie to your cryptic part
My soul is bounded by your visions
Who will materialize it now in my imaginations.
There lie's some magic in her eyes
They made me go hypnotize.
- harsh lakhera
9.7.16
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
Every time my mind thinks of you
I fall into a deep tranquilize
Every time we would touch
I would lose all anesthetize
It was as if you put me
under your narcotize
- And I'm starting to feel your withdrawals
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
They say real eyes
Realize
Real lies,
So when you're hypnotized
While you socialize,
It's time to decide
Should you anesthetize
Or recognize
The time
To cut ties?
(©NDHK*
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
i look into the mirror
how could this get nearer
to staring into my foreign eyes
saying the last goodbyes
to the something i kept inside
breathing feels like swallowing gasoline,
is there someone hiding in the back of me?
again, knife in hand
point and tip ready to land
straight in my spine
you know i would climb
to the top of mount everest
just to get some kind of relief
but the more oxygen i get stuck in my lungs
the harder it becomes to push it back out
i can feel, i can feel this turning into a blackout
anesthetize my mind and let me fall asleep
unbind, unwind, take a part the windchimes
that rattle during the storm
something once thought to be beautiful
is now a constant reminder of how
strong the wind has gotten
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Do you synthesize your anger,
do you cauterize the burn
Do you anesthetize the wonder,
when your dreams are left forlorn
Is your judgment tempered badly,
with emotion fiery hot
Is your vision colored madly,
by your choices—sold and bought
Does your music play reclusive,
do your words fall off the page
Does reason **** your last excuse,
—that one mask you can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
A student crown witness can hardly be found in the field of mystery grains! As an obstacle builder, he builds massive ramparts around himself - it is almost a total inability to decipher his thinking! A knocking heel above it is a black piano keyboard mystery, while the Realm of the Soul is a eloquent but unbreakable shell! Everything can turn in the triangle of total bankruptcy in your career! Among the set badges of majesty, the stamp of the untouchables flourishes: as a bacterium, it occupies any host body, and examining selfish truth truths, the fever curve of their bold lies immediately emerges!
The opposite pair of carelessness or murderous interest thus seems to reconcile and enslave the honor that has become a pile of rubble! - Every visceral wish dies! Shadow Duty Could Be Even Retaining Morality! Simultaneously exhaust and anesthetize insidious suspicions; it is surprisingly similar to a mature routine and cannot tolerate showcase objectivity! They are always amazed at the poisonous facts of trickery who intend to showcase their exhibitionist personalities!
The silly era of ambitious contours is still going on, and even a silly summer can be all about being alerted to money-winning money by festival-goers! The deep stagnant water is already quite cloudy in gorilla brains! With the veiled moments of impotence, the bigger biceps ex-titanium boasts many times over! - This is how a certificate of poverty is issued on the facts of intrigues! The solarium artificial body of colorless fog knights is browned slowly, crumbly flame! Naked arguments can be seen in the crowded kittens melting in the muscle arms of Al-Romeo Adonis; bathed in immoderate consumption of testosterone, primate baths deliberately forget normal, human life! Who is robust is not yet sure to be the Emperor of Life too!
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC