"asexually" poems
I love her.
No not ******** worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
We live in a world of noise,
of parallel and asymmetric movement,
where nonchalance has become the norm.
Sweet, melodious and pleasing
is our phony makeup.
We are animals that reject our animalness.
We dread nuclear, secular, red lights, cockroaches, love,
threats and non-threats alike.
Fear has taken us on its morning stroll,
and predictably we bark.
(The sun is almost up)
We are turned on and turned off
by oil-, wind- and hydro-powered switches
that respond to clapping.
There are beige, mauve and burgundy
curtains to choose from,
and supersized french-fries, pots, and cars.
We have lost ourselves in a mess of options,
and strive incessantly to complicate.
We fly in formation
and flow through carefully placed
and beautifully colored rocks made from Styrofoam,
down an improbable slope
of over-romanticized hypotheses.
We are ******** ego-centric and nepotistic,
and asexually multiply.
Thought and all other wasted rationality
keeps the axes of our unsustainable and fanatical wheels
from breaking loose (into free space and true autonomy).
We create meaning where there is no meaning,
and scientifically and thoroughly flout
god and the truth,
whilst we absorb, photosynthesize, bear fruits and grow leaves
(we are still, essentially, vegetable).
With every step we go deeper, and faster and better,
and farther from our selves.
Hence, we barely feel.
We are deaf and blind and mute
and approximately frozen;
and dance, swirl, sing and scream
in our vague, whimsical life,
till we fall.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
in erectile functions or asexually
the ideas that give meanings or rises
or raise the honor guards rifles;
complicate the pool with lust genes
surprise me in profundity
or praise the humble
help yourself by helping another
don't accept blindly what is handed out
consider the futility
of grandness in you and houses and material things
just once
let it
reproduce
a kinder heart in us in me
in you
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
for which theirs is no liturgical everyday urge
in the cycles we moon flow tides desire
then escape the meanings the influences
while the blood rushes in periods
can we make haste
or deny the seasons and seances
and the ****** a destination urges
the first day comes like a sunrise
new bold nature all natural
subconscious
asexually normal
a day any other
tall warm
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC