"antigravity" poems
Am I in hell
Or are there fluorescent lights up there
I tapped on the bulb
And it blossomed into darkness
Fast-forwarding like a dead tulip
And here is where I call home
Where two lovers can bloom
Without fear of being seen
They can dance without tripping
Pray without ripping a magnetic field
Making snow angels on dust
On force-fields of antigravity
But something grew eyes
It had instinct to survive
And the modern man gets offended
When you call him a monkey
Am I in hell
Or are there fluorescent lights up there
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
I leapt ahead,
leaving my tread,
in a sense of dread
hanging overhead,
floating, aimless;
flying, wingless;
the sky, cloudless;
the future, clueless.
I couldn’t look down,
or graze the ground, felt
my systems, breaking down;
my soul, in sorrows drown;
my life, upside down; but-
my faith, ne’er dies down.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
I’m alone on this plain of earnest sentiment
it’s exhausting for most
cozy in front of their screens
their half lived lives
entertained by stories
I live my story in dream time
on the streets and in my head
I search for real magicians
matches to light hidden flames
antigravity warriors slipping between dimensions
my flame is not on this channel
it’s not bundled
it doesn’t float
put in another quarter
you’re so close to an extra life
it doesn’t matter if you miss the bus
it’s almost over
let’s watch my show next
everything will be ok
do you have a light?
Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 9:54 PM UTC
This inescapable anguish - is the price of love - and no matter how many times I surrender - the force keeps lifting me up.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 7:38 AM UTC