"atmos" poems
The lightning
A sharpness of illumination
The charged ions, her hands.
I want to join her
Her vehemence, her power, her random abandon
Her ardency, her benevolence
She strikes the earth with a tremendous blast
And cracks the crags of cenozo
The snapping of her leashed dogs
Excite the nightro
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I shall climb the mountains to the west
I have to yell loudly into the atmos in hopes of her hear
I will thunderously dance under her wet and hope its tears
If answered, I shall join my love in the aether, and become one with her.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
You don't really want me
Or know what I am
I'm more of a monster
Than I am a man
To learn what I've done
In the past, a nightmare
To see through my eyes
Is a sun-spotted glare
It would just leave you blind
With your tail in between
And your past in rewind
Up a flash-broken stream
Yet as it fast-forwards
It all passes by
You will feel like a God
All alone in the sky
Where your setting resembles
The beauty in pain
Born merely to die
While bound to this brain
As a feeling machine
With a lithium heart
Energized by emotional
Chemical art
As it flows from the brush,
Or the pen, or the sword
Machiavellian muses
Of severed accord
Couldn't stop the all-mighty
The father of time
The eternal high king
The most masterful mind
Who hears your exalts
As the crack of a whip
Because demons of freedom
Are my power trip
And I worship my maker
My change and my spark
With a riddle bit light
And a hint of the dark
You may follow the leader
Or challenge the tyrant
Regardless, the sheep
All submit to the lion
But I only hunger
For words to fulfill
My famished empire
Without the blood spill
Still I hold no claim
To this gilded cage feast
I wish only to tame
This industrial beast
End the ownership over
This name-branded earth
And slash the price tags
From the truth in the dirt
When I rise from the void
The undeadliest ghost
The half-life of the party
The first Sunday post
I am rare breeds of rebel
The blue-shaded red
I'm the hammer and sickle
The grim reaper's dread
My coup will be swift
Like a thief in the night
My reign will endure
Through the ages I write
My purge will emerge
In the surging of storms
My war will lay waste
To these spineless conforms
And from ashes of norms
And the freeing of slaves
I will build pyramids
Atop amber grain waves
I will cleanse atmos-fears
With metropolis trees
Deforested cities
Will fall to their knees
But I will uplift them
To share in my vision
As I keep the peace treaty
Sealed in this prism
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Tempted Significance.
Zero moments did I say wait.
As for the forsaken channel decided to be draped.
In electric blue.
Only to be draped back into clouds.
Passing foothold on lonely function.
& twisted return in waves.
Lay shy in the face.
A cryptic respite.
Embraced by the wolves in the atmos.
Of all self being.
Self too clear for comfort.
& too silent for silence.
Garrett Johnson.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
i awoke at the sign of
obsession
nor can i recall
the incision of such
a poisonous blank stare
into dusk the anguish
and disgust embedded into
subconscious lucid atmos
has got to remain at
a sincere halt
as the .25 percent
of whole that i feel
can't even express how
low that is
a lack of oxygen
impairs neurons to
reciprocate any
negativity
a deep breath
diluted vision
and a memory of
passionless lust
is
awareness
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Burning in the Midnight Sun.
On the Other side of the World Tonight, It's Bright.
Tossing and Turning To the whims of a Jet-Stream.
Steam Heat from
The Other side of the World Tonight.
Who wants to be
a Cement Sidewalk,
Stuck to the Earth,
And Waiting to Crumble?
Waiting For the Sun to Rise
In the Western Skies
Just one time.
How can you sit in one place for so Long
and not Die,
Knowing it's Bright,
On the Other side of the World tonight.
Somehow...
Someway...
We'll all make like Storm Molecules.
Racing For the Sun,
We'll evaporate up out of this ocean,
And Climb towards the Stars,
Only to find ourselves
Condensing
When the Sun Reaches back around to
The Other side of the World tonight...
Something in me makes me want to leave this Atmosphere,
turn into a satellite.
I'm Sunken Ship.
I'm Staring up through thousands of feet of ocean.
Slowly becoming Deformed
By Crushing Pressures.
It's midnight or so
I'm told.
It's the time where days change places,
And I'm stuck in the cold part of the pool,
where the blue turns to black.
where it gets hard to breath.
And It's the farthest place away from
The Other side of the World tonight.
Rocketship come save me.
Take me out beyond the 7 Spheres,
Atmos and Stratos and whatnot.
Up beyond earthly gravity's reach,
Where Sol reigns beyond need for days,
and it matters not what happens,
On the Other side of the World Tonight...
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
a shimmer of lights
stillness of the night
patterns made by the stars
gazing up at what could be ours
the cold air kisses your face,
wrapped in blankets like a warm embrace
the sound of leaves caressing the trees —
a lullaby, slow dancing in the breeze
moonlight peeking through the shadows
a whiff of nature in the atmos
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Beating this wild heat
With my favorite rolling treat
Music blast popping up on beat
While barbecuing fresh lean meat
Friends over, as I wave to greet
Being years, finally we meet
One fully dressed in suit, tucked in neat
Looking for a place near me, perhaps a seat
Most have moved to other places
See how, work, has stressed their faces
Taking "Heineken" out from the cases
Am glad to see smiles, on their stressed out faces
Enjoying each moment as we approach the sunset
The vibrant atmos appealing, the darker it gets
So many stories to share around
Within the reach of each hand, while we sat on the ground
A bonfire, flaming sunset, a mesmerizing evening
We all enjoyed together, forgetting the work phones ringing...
©sim
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Something viscous and of the Earth
rampant hydraulic and geometric
where...
ever the green neddles empire
cupped hand of salt and clay
where red is skin unwashed
where smoothed stones
come under scrutiny
of rainfall
burnished by atmos
tasting of remnant iron
back of the mouth adrenaline
fear where choking lives
beguiled feints of the (nearly)
..the almost
..the always
just out of reach
seductive...
by satiated tones hither
yet kissed to life abrupt
sputtered out from shoals
soft guarded places
padded in the low end
theory spun cobweb
tied by philosophy of moss
long stretched wisps of time
that curl as smoke meanders
to drink in the momentary
nooks where God is salve
woven to worship pause
tangled and braided just so…
to hug in the splendors
a ram with horns wide like horizons
and spirals under darkened eye
on recoil, on tiptoes
that beckon to ride without saddle
eating ego and back peddle
whole seasons by the mouthful
each blinked snug
and overshadowed by determination
dancing as singular sensations
serenity swimming river's bend
circles slipping outward
elliptic goldfish spinning
hypnosis beneath lotus
opposite ever ends of the prism
A coy wink of rhythm
sway and schism cast
flailing from a cyclical sun
suchness dissipating
with the touch of dusk
and surrendered to fog
unveiled de ja vu to wax
to fauna melting orange in the distance
beyond moon picturesque
as a resonant echo breathing
armored against the crow’s call
feather fall looming, changeling
Sisyphean song obelisk
songs and sirens that got away
at nineteen hertz and rising
from the bottom of the arched heart
leaves falling scattered, witnessed
to swaddle as hinges the seasons
as transcendence including
wreck's collection magic chasm
rising and riding a tidal twist
we are each and all the alchemists
that decide the sacred
feinting flourishes we entertain
where nostalgia shades it's crispness
where hope holds hands with memory
to sip the nectar from the nightly charades
in the details that kiss the bottom lips
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Bruised and beautiful tall tree
with heavy-hanging, over-ripened
fruit that weighs your branches.
Should I be a picker?
Lighten the load.
Will I be(e) a keeper?
Produce sticky liquid from the pollen
of your prickly flower.
Have I been the wind that makes them sway
that makes you say, "Quiet.
I'm hurting.
Be gentle,
I'm yearning
for so much more than you give me."
I want to bring rain.
Wet your roots and make it spring again.
They extend deep
and so far beyond me.
I'd hit the dirt, sink
and you'd drink me.
Fill you up,
something sweet.
Then I'm also the dry lake bed,
and you are the sun.
Then we're both the 96 million mile
uninterrupted beam of energy
that makes us one.
You, the powerful, scorching fire
through the vacuum of space.
The world feels your hot touch in mid day.
And my arid cracked surface
of evasive avoidance
reflects your energy
back at you,
trapped in the atmos-
Spherical star,
you've brightened my life.
One day I'll be stronger
learn to soften the strife.
My magical lover,
ever burning goddess.
Should I be kept as your lover,
the ever failing novice,
I imagine us
melting into each other in August.
The tail end of summer,
stronger humble and honest
and in love as ever.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Every song I sing
Every tune I make
Every note I write
I think of loving you
As I sit and stare down
The water ripples and
My true self shown
A stone hearted being
Yet in my mind I sing
Every breath I take
In every beat of my heart
Every day the same story
As my mind worries,
My heart feels sorry
I may be going crazy
As the atmos turns hazy
For every moment of the day
I keep missing you,
..........................even today
©sim
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Sitting alone in this room
As the time goes by
The atmos looks gloom
Wonder why people lie
My heavy heart sinks
Just by the thought
Of your unusual links
That you recently got
Even if I cry a thousand times
You will not change
Consumed with your crimes
You gone out of range
Sitting alone in this room
Where grass has turned dry
Please visit me at my tomb
You forgot about me......
................that's what makes me cry!
©sim
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Life's hell
Like, I hear the hell's bell
The demons smile and tell
That I would be drowned in a well
Their hissing and yells
Pollutes the atmos with smell
O' I hate being a girl
...In love I fell
Now am doomed to tell
My boyfriend plans to sell
My feelings for a spell
For a greedy one rotting in a cell
O' I hate the demons in my head
Why can't I just go to bed?
Why my face is all red?
Why my eyes rained so bad?
Now am so upset, I feel so dead
.
.
.
Am I dead?
In hell?
In the well?
Or really in my bed?
©sim
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Across the field
Lay the shield
Of a beheaded
Soldier...
Stuck in the mud
Near a burnt truck
Stood a victories
Sword...
Soaked in red
A few lay dead
Others fled for
Life...
It was war, played
Out of racist hate
Now it's too late
Again...
The sunset seems ******
Dark skies, so cloudy
The atmos looks rowdy
Tonight...
A final racist battle
Maybe to settle
But I hear metal
Rattling...
I was born human first
Before peoples request
On race and religion
Quest...
**** or be killed
A new religion, filled
The society to yield
Acceptance!
©sim
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Wonders of life, born to shine,
Overseeing love, the heart of the family line.
atMos clock throughout life,
Everlasting strength, in all they pursue.
Nurtured by nature, with grace so divine.
Princess for a father, a queen in her home,
A guiding light wherever she roams.
She holds the world with hands so strong,
Yet sings her heart’s soft, endless song.
A woman—a miracle, a story untold,
A force of love, both fierce and bold.
Happy women's day
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC