"aphelion" poems
somewhere there is water left
when you smile i smile with you
*|with the sun and the moon and the stars,
my love|*
we are healers, you and me
so love has knocked my teeth out
so |what about your sea, my sky?|
i'm an aperture
aphelion
|so what about your earth, your eyes|
somewhere there is water left
so |somewhere there is rain|
for once i'm not waxing poetic on your skin
|but my god, i could hold you forever|
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Everything rises
Smile
Everything that lives
Reina
All that is lily
Smells
All Laca
interweaves
All who love
Bed
All rejoices
It's love
Everything hurts
It is loneliness
All that remains
ache
All that was
Heat
All away
Aphelion.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Figure a trigger
pictured fingers
scratch the brain
pick it **** exposed;
********** minds only craving one more dime.
Insane
vein blade
neck noose
she drinks some to feel loose.
creeping
convulsions
chills christen me a martyr
King of the opiophiles
Christ of the smackheads
Conquering coconaut
Hero to heroinites
Majesty of the methodonians
Glitches in systems revolving
rebel against or kiss them
Ring the bell to bring out the MOB and roll your future to face the dice
who are they ask for advice?
You draw towards these demons while behind you attempt to bask
a mask
Cody raises a flask of poison resentful regrets
Brody the roadie is always on the move
that ****** basement edm dub scene sure did become crass
which only leaves you, alone to groove
and we drink my flask our flask and bask in romance and death
Sorry Sir that you asked…but wait I have one more thought before the session reaches the inevitable conclusive aspect. Listen to my
Unexplained Law
Of
Academic actualizations
Basic casualization
Capital causes compound connections only resulting in casualty
I am orbiting you
Blazing comet
A simple sultry satellite
cold convoluted
Sad
at my farthest reaching far flung Aphelion
Warming and safe at my closest approach to You
Blazing life bringer
Holy holy holy art thou oh Eye of all
Allow me to forever remain at Perihelion
The laws of Keplar could not keep us from colliding
in the end
fire
will be all dividing
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
The moon is content
to believe without
understanding why
she was placed where she
flies, orbiting space
and looking at time.
But the earth wants to know.
It wants to accuse
whoever carved out
its calderas,
and at every aphelion
the moon finds it harder
to move, like she can’t drag
herself back through the blues
of skies one more time.
The tether that holds
them together tears
her apart.
The moon doesn’t get
dizzy, but earth thinks
it’s spinning too fast,
sketches up the sky,
an engineered map of whys,
of stars connected
by thin pencil lines,
she thinks in miracles while it
thinks in margins of error,
equations, exponents.
On nights when she glows
green, the moon envies those pairs
who favor the power of two
because she squints and sees
the blueshift in earth’s eyes
as it crashes closer,
time spills out behind her,
space suffocates
between them, closer,
perihelion come,
and she blinks and sees
earth’s caldera eyes
raised to nothing.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Your heart desires.
It wants.
You're almost at desperation.
It yearns.
You can never possess.
It forbids.
You never quite belong.
It's a trick of a night.
You indulged.
It's a borrowed/rented lie.
You fantasized.
It's a washed out dream.
You knew.
It's hurting you.
He lets it go.
It's a sensible thing to do.
Uncertain,unbearable.
He doesn't want it to stop.
It's a sane thing to do.
Unplugged,unbearable.
It's been awhile.
It comes and it goes.
Yet,it's not the end.
For when it's at the farthest.
He is closest.
He secretly possess.
Reminisce.
He is closest.
History of moments.
He is closest.
Everlasting.
He is closest.
For when it's at the farthest...
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
the comet shoots through the vastness, the starkness, the blackness- splashed with shades unimaginable (radiant), your apex- no longer in an aphelion, feel the warmth of the sun, see the smiling ring, unstoppable pull, dissipating the cold, the tail ignites the night sky (colorful smudges drifting) strikes the corona and dissolves into your heat.
i'm a comet stuck in your orbit – and when you melt me, it’s the prettiest thing imaginable.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
His lady Eve passed Adam the apple
in the garden of—even
though He had said: No you mustn't know
good and evil,
so serpentine she birthed the worm,
from a womb of innocence
and rebellion, as he in divine aphelion learned
of sinful inconsequence,
from within a cavity of snakes,
they took twin masquerade masks of death,
arcane and fabled, gold leaf and skeletal,
and laughed at the setting sun,
whose will be done—
to die for their mistakes,
the reptillian led them to their seats,
in a theatre of falling leaves,
front row of decay,
and crowned them gods and scientists.
But from their seats they could not rise,
for it was they were on the stage,
by wisdom caged,
as the snake hissed prophecy:
descendant crowns become collars,
and Eve wept,
tears of spiritual squalor,
for all the unborn scholars,
choked into submission,
by sin.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
A nation here at civil bay
But something is amiss.
The power of these tondi poles
Provoke's the mind's surmise.
For hark the Fair, Clandestine king
whose Brutal tenure holds
the throne - Illustrious - and seeking
to Attend the foot of gold.
One after one the children - Blue -
Fly to the King's pyrite promise.
The capital is empty!
Positively patient for the return of its
Begotten - but not forgotten - young.
The Lord God then raised his mighty hand.
And in his name...
The King had left. The children with him.
Alas, Alas! The cities - parched themselves
as larks upon a warzone fly to provide
for the calcified soldiers as temporary relief.
A stronghold has been broken, a moment of weakness before -
Attack. The manic blueberry soldier rides on
Towards the weakened capital through a sunny winter's air.
Upon approach, the nation cries and moans
Wails of the eternal slumber to come!
Soon. the imposter had arrived
as one of the people.
He gave the nation children,
He gave the nation wine,
He provided them aphelion.
While the king watched from afar and
thought ill of his rebellion.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
she lives where the cell phones die without remembering
the tone assigned to a cryptic stream of social Lilliputians
on a list of offenders, and befrienders; all caroling at random
for a stitch of thyme or to barter with banter and allusions.
she sleeps where her bed has fallen in love
with southern exposure; but openly flirts with an eastern sky
boiling over with morningstar and brindle night .
her thread count...
an imaginary number
between sleep and a full moon…
and her pillows have embroidered her silhouette
as she takes slumber to meet the parents of her proclivities
that have ever held sway over all of her charms.
how her forks and knives pay conjugal visits to spoons
To the clank elegance of her signature
explaining the vacancy she hordes without joy.
armed with only a loaded pun
in the barrel of her *** and a thousand safaris
beyond game. where a woman can breathe without pretending
the pink flamingos are Rodin on Ritalin
she can howl in her own language without poppies.
she lives in that house on the hill
that wasn’t there yesterday.
and the paper boys
all want to
be men.
so oleander.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
152,097,701 km;
Days are longer
Nights grew shorter
We are at our most distant
Slowly slipping away
I can't reach you anyway
Stars and skies
are in your eyes;
You compose my every galaxy
Like the orbit,
you provide circuit;
You are my lifeline
Today I woke up
July is what it shows in the calendar
and it's the time of the year
where the Earth is farthest from the Sun.
Like me to you.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
As the lights of the day bled into each other
a silence, like a shady veil, fell between us.
It was more like a worn-out pilgrim:
he came home to stay:
placing his muddy shoes on the doorway
for knowing no wayfarer ones remained.
Without a shadow of a doubt, I used to angelize you.
And you needed no enlightening for your still
kept sharpening your shiny blades.
Now I am at aphelion;
further from the breathing blaze than ever
yet still I am capable of coming clean:
to realize that your shadow only paled me.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
She stopped at a passage
of a page she'd been reading.
You know what aphelion is?
I looked out at the coal wharf
over the way. No idea, I said,
thinking maybe a villain of
some kind. She drew her
finger across the page.
Means the furthest point
in a planet's...she hesitated,
in a planet's orbit from
the sun, she said, turning
to gaze at me. What's the
book? I asked, looking away
from the coal wharf, looking
at her with her straight brown
hair and deep brown eyes.
I borrowed it from the school
library, she said, about science.
I looked at the book's cover
with planet's, plants and two
pictures of animals. She said
about her big sister puking
in the night into a bucket.
She closed the book and
placed it on the grass.
I wondered about a planet
and its orbit, but the image
of sister puking came to mind
pushed the planet away,
and whatever the scientist
had to say.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC