"attritions" poems - Hello Poetry

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

pilgrim

Forlorn Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC

Huhb

Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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mama warned me about becoming attached to ghosts, about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids, trailing their ruminant symbiology down labyrinthine tunnels till you're left, stranded in a nowhere from where you started and they fade away to nothing. ... I keep loosing sight in the lag that hesitant flickering pivoting between footsteps, those pauses of breath between paragraphs of the mold in the ceilings dictated speeches, the decade old dust encrusted spider-webs on the coffers abandoned superstructures, intricate semantic patterns, still present, present, but encapsulating nothing. (Educations warped my mind into prescriptive paradigms drugged up on science fiction alternate attritions of future presents) –// One day, the ocean promised to swallow the world, but failed to set a date; just a vague sense of inevitability. and everyone gets uncomfortable about the liminality, and there's a moment of rupturing unveiling the blanketing in the process of our mass comatose suicide, That no ones sure what to do with. And we collapse into the indecision of what to make of this wavering present loosing sight between barricades of candy bars and cheeseburger pies while the radio static sighs 'boys only want love if it's torture' (i find it a bit optimistic) //– I keep becoming waylaid in the lag the hesitant faltering between long warn down footprints travelling down some path set out by the last in no way definitive; but, at least, defined by the haphazard indentations left behind while sometimes there’s treasure in the depths that we climb it's never the kind that explains itself. (But still time turns and churns and burns while we frantically mine all the scattered urns.) –\\ The philosophers and neuroscientists keep working to find the foundations underlying why we think what we think, why we feel what we feel, they peel up the carpet and peer into what's beneath, but they just keep finding ripped up carpet and musk. \\– I keep searching for home in the lag, the tumbling bind of footfalls enshrined. but even if there's no way out of here, there's occasionally a whisper of camaraderie in the air (you never escape, no no, but sometimes the enclosure unfolds ) ... mama warned me about becoming attached to ghosts, about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids. but here in the dark, i'm not sure what else to follow.

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC

abloobloobloo

getting lost standing still

mama warned me about becoming attached to ghosts, about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids, trailing their ruminant symbiology down labyrinthine tunnels till you're left, stranded in a nowhere from where you started and they fade away to nothing. ... I keep loosing sight in the lag that hesitant flickering pivoting between footsteps, those pauses of breath between paragraphs of the mold in the ceilings dictated speeches, the decade old dust encrusted spider-webs on the coffers abandoned superstructures, intricate semantic patterns, still present, present, but encapsulating nothing. (Educations warped my mind into prescriptive paradigms drugged up on science fiction alternate attritions of future presents) –// One day, the ocean promised to swallow the world, but failed to set a date; just a vague sense of inevitability. and everyone gets uncomfortable about the liminality, and there's a moment of rupturing unveiling the blanketing in the process of our mass comatose suicide, That no ones sure what to do with. And we collapse into the indecision of what to make of this wavering present loosing sight between barricades of candy bars and cheeseburger pies while the radio static sighs 'boys only want love if it's torture' (i find it a bit optimistic) //– I keep becoming waylaid in the lag the hesitant faltering between long warn down footprints travelling down some path set out by the last in no way definitive; but, at least, defined by the haphazard indentations left behind while sometimes there’s treasure in the depths that we climb it's never the kind that explains itself. (But still time turns and churns and burns while we frantically mine all the scattered urns.) –\\ The philosophers and neuroscientists keep working to find the foundations underlying why we think what we think, why we feel what we feel, they peel up the carpet and peer into what's beneath, but they just keep finding ripped up carpet and musk. \\– I keep searching for home in the lag, the tumbling bind of footfalls enshrined. but even if there's no way out of here, there's occasionally a whisper of camaraderie in the air (you never escape, no no, but sometimes the enclosure unfolds ) ... mama warned me about becoming attached to ghosts, about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids. but here in the dark, i'm not sure what else to follow.

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