"answerless" poems
To me, I see
Further than he, but he,
Sees his own seas;
Soft, innocent fleece
Circled under a veil
Of creativity, sets sail,
Wondered aimlessly, but well,
An answerless well, you fell
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Hellfire do not go out!
Please just stay as you are
Once in the flames I wander through an answerless world
All the embers burning all the people are turning, trying to get away..
Hellfire do not go out!
Please just stay as you are
No matter how much they walk, no matter how far...
In the end they are consumed by these merciless flames
Burnt away, until not even their names,
Are remembered here, in this world full of shames
As the fire burns I ask myself wether this is a nightmare or not
And as it consumes my very soul and makes me then rot
I begin to then understand my very purpose, my destiny
Just being fuel for that fire to burn is what was planned for me
Oh Hellfire, will you go out ?
No, once you are about to go out, you just keep roaring loud
Come back hotter, more painful than I can take
My body is burning up, I think my mind is going to break
And as this torture goes on
I wished I would be gone
~ Umi
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
herein lies common fault - loosely hanging on a speculative conjecture
than exact detail.
mind's prison- asylum.
you go in to see furtive showcases
of the many names walking without
faces. you went in without invitation. only or abstract solicitation.
there is something that sinks
deeper than marrow, blows colder than December winnow, something that burgeons beyond naked sense.
inside this lair,
conflated you are with bent question marks to their distinct, curved smallnesses. you peek into the window of my eyes and inside this airless vault, we are both
heavy with staring at each other
dripping and bare-all, yet
this rigmarole of eyes contain
their visceral silences still.
i stripped them all of their voices
and they only look at each other
with onerous eyes, pondering
about their places, answerless
and just whirling in capacitous space --
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Lost; stuck
Free me
shackles wrapped
clenched
suffocating
not even near
but far
drive away
rearview mirror,
you wash away
I waved farewell
spinning
turning
endless
fly and.
go.
get.
you ask me why
or how
answerless I remain.
putting the pieces
together
and apart
Riddles;
I solve,
Let myself know myself
But fearing
questions’ answer
for knowledge
Knowing knowledge
Knows no bounds.
Sometimes there are
tears
but smiling
floating
mysteries
solved
slowly
simply
unraveled
and still shackled
but breaking
free
And one day I will be
in the sky,
wings spread
to sunset:
I’ve found it.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
By the soul, it's order and poportion given to it.
The animals come in many kinds, lethal, beautiful as they too
wander upon an answerless world while following their instincts.
But who said that animals could not feel, despite being bounded
to them ?
They too understand the meaning of passion, love, affection and loss.
And each of them differs from one another, even if it may be just
as much as the size of an ant compared to a corn of sand.
Their very desire is too, to stay alive, even if they appear to be
cruel towards one another at times, they cannot be judged by us for
such deeds, as they only follow their intentions, their instinct and
proportion, without showing much signs of selfawareness at times.
Thus I engage myself in a request towards them, for our society
begins to forget one simple thing...
In a distant time, I desire them to teach us how to feel, as they care
more for one another than we tend to, in such a busy, connected,
hasty world where success has taken almost the best of us.
If I here that the nature has come to pine for us,
I would want to return to it.
~ Umi
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
Coyote’s mournful cries echo across
the bitter frozen wintry darkness
A deepening silence thrums as loudly
as the echoes the unanswered bays
Snowflakes mute the fading wails
coyote’s softly questioning appeals
An eerie answerless hush echoes
through the boughs,
writhing in the piercing frigid
wildwood blackness
The howling east wind gathers in
the throes of the lonely bespoken pleas
Carrying the weight borne a bone chilling
silent ache, beyond with the frozen autumn leaves
wild is the wind ... December 8th, 2016
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
a music box of magic words
of circuses, gruesome murders and monsters
a mad logic of connected disconnected things
held together by the drifting mists of dreams
first air and rainbows
destroying pious falsities, telling new tales
of many things to come, flying above the crowd
showing the blinding white distance ahead
of the two ice capped poles
past he various categories
like old people who die when the weather turns
yet there is a desire to summon and expect disaster
you've seen the show, blinding like the sun on water
matched only by the patience
of the floating fall of a ladies silk stocking
a music box that looks immensely vindicated
and in those precious seconds, these busy seconds
that mumble and murmur to themselves
of divine and temporal forces
tastes the whiff of immorality
that possesses that special skin
that cruelty of countless acquisitions
of alchemy especially its capacity to coach sorrow
to teach it to touch the regurgitated
inaccuracies of indentured truth
ah! the music box who returns the echoing roar
of answerless answers with questionable questions
yet inoculated and protected by the vast pleasures
that somehow conceal themselves within the music box
in its rhythms and its clock-work metal innards
cancel out any pain and the half closed eyes that stop the heart
shatter the sky
shower with an avalanche of magnetic attraction
the magic music box, the magic music box
Pandora's magic music box
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
Did I make the right decision?
Did I take the right option?
Some answers we will never know,
But our search for them – on it will go
There comes a time when we all face a choice;
A time when we’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It seems like we’re being tossed from the frying pan into the fire,
and there is no seemingly easy way out of the mire.
That’s when we have to take the plunge,
To make our choice and stick by it;
we have to face the repercussions of our decision,
And pray and hope we had the right intuition.
Many a mistake will be made along the way,
Far too many people hurt by what we choose;
what option do we have though,
that fine line, we have to toe.
So on we soldier, through it all,
Making our choices, living our life;
We mess up, then from our mistakes we learn,
and back to making choices we return.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Halloween Night
It comes once a year
Halloween Night
When it's okay to fight and to fear.
Witches and wizards
Celebrities and cats
Kids dressed as lizards
**** somethings wearing hats.
But what's it about
What does it mean
An answerless question, or so it would seem.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Purpose Existence sought,
of a shackled cyclic life
Answerless,
I let him rather peek,
into that merry thought of mine
A joyous playground
and the prettiest girl of five
Pink with playfulness,
she and her kitten,
hopping in pink joy
"For her,
and her blinking eyes"
Sunshine he beams now,
and whispers a lyric twilight
For her, perpetually cast,
into rising day and night
That playground comes to view
soothing my soul,
and flooding calm strength,
everytime I think of you
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
era generation
For your Owen preparation
i got message for you nation
We are not the generation
You think we are
For your own information
I am explain to you so stop the investigation or the thing you call survey youth
Stop blaming us for your destroyed imagination
That got destroyed by your application
These time is the time you sit your *** down listen
And Stop talking of how your generation was better than these generation
Let me start by saying we are
The result of the combination of your fuckt up generation
So forgive us if we did not respect the invention
Forgive us if we did not do first the presentation
**** your forgiveness
Clear the board
I am educate you all
Since you call it education
All the war decisions
That cause the separations
Between son and mother father daughter wife husband
All the colonisations
Over taking sociocultural evolution
Cultural lost identities
Change history even the cover of the book
All cooperation and organization standing
To remind us the limitation
Depending of our identification
That led to these civilization
Answerless, ignorant,
Observe but no comment
Why and answer most called out vocabularies
i don't know has been their most replied
But they forgot they define our mind galaxy
And you can’t colonies galaxies
All the corrupt systems
In the name of salvation
All the company build for production of destruction
Industries of Capitalism
Creating the classes of
We rule you
We fool you
We shoot at you
We eat for you
And you work and i think it said we feed you too
All your fuckt up ways of your legislation,
How one get up and one thrown down
And we both know which one is who is asking why
Which one is doing his work and sleeping in the house don’t even know what is the house made of.
How to blind to the one who see
Make the blind believe he can see twisted ****
All the discrimination
That's keeping us no elevation zoon foundation
And it funny how
Every time they say there a solution
At same time there mission
For different condition
Empowering deferent situation
Violation the untold and modern view of justice
Justice of the peace no promise you fool us
Now we are in darkness why do you look nervous
**** the immigration and their regulation
So my advice is
Don’t **** with our reputation
Because our equation is
e.r generation
Extend and release
We gonna extended and release our creations
And release with new operation
Of liberation
So stop ******* blaming us
For our ways of adapting to observe
From The system that you create to block our observation
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
This heart of stone hides
a dream of a god whose voice
once was lost against
the terrific wind.
It became mutilated
then swallowed by the
cacophony of
silence. So, answerless he
slumbers now, yet still
ajar for long to
speak with a mortal one who
would dare to call thy true name.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
whether or not we fall asleep in your bed
won't cure nor break this
but how sweet it would be
to share the sheets, rest our minds, quicken our hearts
because it's safer to be tucked away
unscrutinised
the ceiling sees us, we see each other
it all feels right
as we sleep questionless and answerless
-cj
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Pit answerless questions
Against questionless answers
The stuff no one mentions
It just sits and it festers
The best of intentions
Played out by the worst actors
Heathens and hellions
Aren't the back stabbers
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
It's all I can do,
To drink so fast.
Quickly! Forget the love I thought would last.
She pined as I,
Though the miles lay far,
The torturing distance; left us both so apart.
"When will you come?",
Left answerless by me.
Everything working to part us endlessly.
Both left in tears,
And time took its toll,
Our hearts were left, with bleeding, soft holes.
"I'll come back!",
My vow,
"But when -- and how!?"
And to her,
I had no assurance,
Only a test of her endurance.
And her heart grew impatient,
And it built its thick wall,
At once when I came, it couldn't hear my call.
Now I shudder,
And now I quake,
For my delay was a final
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
finding myself struggling with twenty-seven years
the magic number until I can retire
seems a thousand lifetimes away
and how will I ever stay in one place that long…
for near forty years’ worth of days
I have floundered between part-time
and joblessness… some of it as a ******
some as a young adult trying to find my way…
pondering solvency, monetarily
I consider my real options:
theft leads to jail
hard work leads to hard work
401k’s and retirement planning
are often stolen by the greed of the 1%-ers
bailout for the monopoly kings…
where is my bailout for living in America for this long?
who has been diligently investing in my trust fund?
why is this what ‘making it’ looks like?
answerless questions lay piled on the floor
some hurriedly jotted on napkins
others tattooed on my forehead
none ripe or ready…
I know I can keep on keeping on
I hustled ****** for ten years
….but I want it to be easier
I desire to bathe in bling
and throw hundreds out the window
yelling about how much I don’t give a ****
….but for now, I will just get up to my alarm
wash my face and hands
and play slave to the machine one more day
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
The human race is amateur
No one reaches godliness or
Perfection
There is only a soul searching
For answers in an answerless world
empty glass vases
Their only purpose is to be filled with floral waters
But there are chips and cracks in them all
And even the most fathomless bouquet arrangements
Carnations, daffodils, baby's breath, poppies, sunflowers,
roses
All die.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
A seeker of higher meaning
And a wannabe demon
What unites us?
The strange empty feeling
Nothing really
Something about the hardship of staying
Discrepancy between going higher
Or falling lower into
Dark as a pit in the belly of the void
That feeling you cannot escape
Smirking tickling uncomfortably
Squinting as I try to look into its colors
Seeking something to drive away
Overwhelmed panicky lack of sense
To feel complete content and concrete
What do I need?
Perhaps some presence perhaps a breath
Warmth or consolation
Perhaps some kind of heaven
Perhaps a gentle warmth of ****** tide
Or the volcano at the bottom of the spine
Anything is
Never enough or else pointless...
The deep well of chaotic darkness
Penetrates the vision
It's in the color of blindness
In oblivion of madness
In the dark starvation
The ever present dementors' chorus
Frustrated vibration getting the better
Of me of you of the kid who starts the war
Inside his mind inside her heart
Between the legs and within the
Ever leaking grip that cannot contain
All there is to possess
Now inside out
Splattered seeds of distraction and devotion
Striving starvation eager to be filled
By the crispness of green
The redness of alive
Numerous eyes stroking along the length
Of the ego's handle
The kind of pit... food will rot first
Before reaching the bottom
The kind of void oozing odors
Of unfulfilled and fallen
Or desperately giving to avoid
The emptiness of the void
And from that pit I draw the breath
And on the long exhalation I look
OUT
Into the world reflecting the light
Of the ever exploding
Surrounded by texture
Cradling this smallness of a body
And I put the first line on
The smooth white surface
As if a question
And the answer will poor out
Not through the answerless limitations of the mind
But through the hand
Holding this pencil
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
rinsing my flask, this late afternoon
and scouring to steal anything from my father's humble tavern: Chilean.
bought on stolen wine, this daze,
pacing itself carefully, as masterful as
a leering puma poised to strike
with a dull blade duller than stab-wound,
nobody heard this primal man cry in the
woods and i'm no dangerous man.
just a shadow that fits the sizable hands
of the world cupped, the afternoon is slain and the hue is its blood:
something the brush of the wind
sensuously brings a roulette of red
blue, lavender, viridian,
plucked out of the vermilion
wading out as a debris forgotten waltzes
with the river underneath the kamagong— an answerless enigma amid all
perplexities,
are we but nothing whilst we live?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Awake in the nights
Asleep in the day
There's nothing to stop me
From making my way
Down this road less traveled by
Leading me awry
In a life full of answerless questions like "why"
Why am I awake
Why am I here
Why have I pushed away all I hold dear
Why am I alone
Awake in the night
Why am I swallowed by this never ending plight
Where are you now
Hell, where were you then?
Who, what, where, why, how, and when?
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
Is Life rewindable?
Is Life rewindable?
If is it so?
Just imagine
Stepping into the past,
Unknown of the caste,
Enjoying those lovely days in mom's womb,
Which is always the sweetest home,
Where nobody dares to boom (scolds)
After birth
Torchering parents with sleepless nights
Loving silly fights,
Arguing for simple rights,
Embracing days of sights.....
Oh, no...,
But,
After reaching a certain height,
Partition with parents may create at sight,
Innocence of love and affection may disappear
Where,
Senseless problems and fights...fear,
Some even end up with answerless tears,
If lucky problem clears.....
Will the days of past never appear?
Is there an option to go to the past?
Dated: 27.11.2011
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
THE TALK OF THE TUDOR WORLD
It is the talk of
the Tudor World.
But - the Hello Magazine
Time Machine
has managed to gatecrash
the "Princelye Pleasures
of the Queens
Majesty
and her Sommery
Progress."
It is the July
of 1575.
Trump wanted to go
but we said: "NO!"
He's messed up our Future
don't want him to mess up this Past.
Took a hairy Irish
poet instead.
So here we be
at Killing Worth Castle
Warwick Sheer, where
"All loves meet...
...to create one soul!"
as Mr. Decker has it.
Leicester and Eliza
dance the Volta
with lewd look
in eye.
The paparazzi
wet themselves!
The Queen deports
her self "in full sight!"
The famous fountain
spurting with "such vehemency!"
as to "moysten"
we time travellers
"...from top to toe!"
Already our passions
enflamed by carved erotica.
Such "rich and hard
white Marbl."
Oh that naughty Ovid
and his wicked tales.
The great fireworks
reflected in Eliza's eye.
Her Majesty skips
and dances high.
Leicester's hand
beneath her bust
takes her and turns her
with the lifting ******
of his mighty thigh
against the Virgin's Royal backside.
Well...we never!
"Oh!" and ". . .ooooh!"
the Queen cries.
Sweet sweat trickles
through her make-up.
Three weeks of wooing
a Queen's hand
although it is rumoured he has
had much more than that!
The wondrous artificial lake
mirrors the falling sky.
Scotland and Ireland
are in uproar.
Eliza's "pirates"
attacking Spanish silver convoys.
Her procrastinating over Mary's fate
her famous "answerless answers."
Screams from the Tower.
Another turn of the rack.
Time to be gone
methinks!
Set the controls
for 2001.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
sweet wishes so small
in their impossible distances, they
tickled almost, I trembled almost:
beneath ant-like trails of frisky teasings, I
was settled almost
as if moon on sea’s silk-draped skin
suddenly glittered in a glitching turbulence
and mermaids rose up and out
of their thick black skies of silver tremors
shaking beads out of damp-darkened hair
and questioning questioning around
who dare startle their monotonous dreamings
who dare tremble and
stir all dull-eyed creatures around; and
as if sea dared on
shifting reckless into the answerless air,
frenzied, and grasping at an empty night
causing hundreds strange havocs
for a moon so little
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 8:08 AM UTC
I cannot seem to fathom what is wrong with me any longer,
My abilities degrade by the minute, fading into dust along the long way of this distortion deep within my very self,
All this time now, I have failed, again, then again, and again,
Wandering through an answerless world, I do not belong anywhere,
I cannot compare, I don't have the strengh to any longer,
And yet, within this despair, in this dying heart, there is a faint wish,
To move forward, to never give up,
But, the flame of which weakens,
And finally turns to ash,
How much will I be able to do,
Before it all burns away in front of my very eyes ?
At least, I won't need to die..
In a dream..
~ Umi
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC