"aviate" poems
Mist clouds forming on my skin
I dye my mind in thin formations
soft sentient siblings aviate my fingers
frost lit prisms projecting visions that I relate to
chromatic distillation fancying the minds eye
dark transient beings no longer apply
dispersing and spilling into stretches of time
Aether, Aether, help me climb.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
*An interminable yearning of
solace finding.
A constant struggle of cicatrix hiding.
Euphoric trance, we hanker it all.
To breath beyond the limits of wall.
Wall that curbs our accord.
To hum the songs from one old record.
To aviate beyond the visible horizon.
To be souls of mirthful composition.
Exempting our cores of concealed desires.
To sway with adored one in bonfires.
To see the world engrossed in
love and peace.
Will only, then our souls
ensconce in ease*...
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
harbouring virtuousity, curious to express
exhibiting, she firmly held the pen
to jot down the mystic emotion,
the exquisite dream
oblivious of the mounting stress
pouring
the dissipating words recklessly fading
confused up wit
unable to sought down, the oblivion of sleep
knew not what to indite
unable to contemplate the very dream
but thoughtfully only was such the fuddled sapidness
the psychic images ; a subtle dream
dreary eyes
thirstily awaited
till the very amnesia faded
for the sole muzzy feeling, this the only manifest
suffice the unenviable question
whence crept the feeling?
whence the love aviate?
where rested the answer?
sudden diaphanous streak
stroke sorely to the pounding wit
paralyzing her for the moment being
the sudden egest
whatever the persistent burden
gone
for now
them thoughts voyaged operosely
beyond the abyssal pupil now dwelt
the glamorous face, snowy heavenly dress..
the very words ; euphoric conversation
lasting gentle tepid touch
that had dourly crept and haunted
throughout the delusive night...
penned down
finally incurred
peace
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
the immersion in media
i feel weaponized
part of an inhuman condition
a heated communal militia head space
gilded with fear but splintered of opinions
sperming in a holding pattern
like fish in a overpopulated aquarium
we're stunning ourselves on the sides
batting at it to for an expansion
frenzy of communication
but other life continues
seemingly untainted
indifferent
certainly
see !
the
birds
aviate
and i feel
there is reassurance
the worlds life will outlast us
what's the worst that we could do ?
we'll not be taking it to our grave ;
a pharaoh tombed with ornamental company
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 12:28 PM UTC
Faithful, loyal
so I dont even frown when she wants to share my spoils
we wrapped together coils
vent our frustrations in the heat of the moment..boil
and we grow collectively, happiness is fertilized..soil
good girls come one outta dozen
I mean you a dime but I'm searchin for the diamond under the roughest
Treasure discovered, gotta cuff it, before someone notices...busted
Adore you even if you were disabled..crutches
Shower you in your desire til you exhausted..like enough is, enough its, enough then
We conjointly, as one, mutually, collaberately are in unision
heart shaped footprints invade the trail we left behind
romantically they were found side by side
like notes that synchronically rhyme
or soda mixed with lemon lime, obey your thirst...sprite
hugs on latex...tight
she gasped at the blue box I presented..love it or like?
She showed me which it was that night
leading me to believe I love her...and everything she do I like
you thinkin her vagina's the best...but she's lovin my pipe
we burned some calories do I make myself Crystal Clear...light
Always askin for facetime...skype
so many emotions she's conformed me into a writer...type
outside voices doubting, but we stay hand in hand...spite
kisses that give butterflies, our bodies aviate...flight
My eternal future..wife
Keep the good times rolling...no strife
When it comes to leaving her there's no maybe or might
or baby i'll be back when the sun is in sight
its a no brainer..no subliminal fight
like why would i have left..when you turned me on, right?
©:Khyyom Harris September 2011
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
Spears aviate above our gaze.
Souls begin to depart
Encompassing our moment,
But it is slipping, as is my reality,
As is your consciousness
I had known the depths of ocean.
Understood every numinous word.
Prepared my death and planned my life.
Each question accompanied by a definite answer.
But in those speckles of green,
Cryptic water flowed into my ocean,
Spilling over the barriers,
Rushing into the fields of grain,
Carrying unknown parasites wanting to feed.
Sliced.
I knew this sound, this feeling,
The blood that would spill,
But your skin agitates my pulse.
A tenderness that I had destroyed,
That I can never experience.
I will never known those hands,
Or call them my own.
I have created my own demise.
Metal continuously clashed,
Yet I lay watching your somber departure
Envisioning a hopeless unison that could never arise,
An act the devil had surely commissioned.
Your raven hair fluttered,
And I closed those eyes.
Eyes that have become ingrained
A permanent scar, stemmed from intolerance.
A never-ending history repeats.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
The hanging star
falls to the west,
the heavens and earth
become one
and cue our travels.
Hazy smears of pink and orange
spilt the horizon
from the approaching darkness.
The road melts into shadows.
The celestial bodies awaken.
The sky goes black.
The past is put further
and further behind us
and can be seen in the
mirrors that watch our back.
We simply aviate between
two collided worlds.
Our eyes can only pick up
the yellow lights
rushing by port side
and red lights
that we pursue.
Vehicles of other travelers
searching for rest.
In the distance the lights
of a small city
are speckled
strategically in the black.
They tell us
where the earth ends
and the sky begins.
White and yellow lines
draw our course.
We fly through the black.
Faster now.
The illuminated city peeks
in and out
of flint covered silhouettes.
It comes closer
with every intercepted minute.
Our compass points north
and we chase the arrow
until we find our final stop.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
Like the ice sheets, I will ablate and vaporise.
Borne by prevailing winds, I will aviate and rise.
With your radiating love I’m steaming anew,
In atmospheric dance cascading towards you,
Coalesced like cold misted droplets, to get there.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
The sun glared back at me as
I glared at the burning light with eyes
that turned the night into
flaming saucers in the sky.
'If only I could fly'
but Icarus has soured that deal.
I feel so incomplete,I can't compete,
can't aviate and so I walk along these
dusty untrodden tracks and contemplate
what is to be.
The sun still glares at me and I, a
lonely beaten man upon the dusty track
glare back.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Colors are merely light
manifested by the sun.
Prisms travel on a beam,
a rainbow of reflections.
Earth is just the canvas
it uses to create
brilliant diamond hues
of painted landscapes.
Polychromatic masterpiece
and every shade is new;
emerald blades of grass
with rhinestone beaded dew.
A bejeweled hummingbird
buzzes through the air,
magenta flapping feathers
aviate without a care.
Frosted icing mountain tops
shimmer in the background
aquamarine oceans
glitter waves come crashing down.
Turquoise dancing blooms
twirl along with the breeze.
Golden butterscotch buttercups
join the choreography.
Bronzed crystal sand
radiate in the heat
cooled with cobalt waters
by tinted tides that reach.
Succulent strawberries
that are painted ruby red,
purple sequenced pomegranates
dance in my head.
A kaleidoscope of colors
provided by the sun.
Put here for our enjoyment;
put here for everyone.
Oh, so many rainbows!
Oh, so little time!
Please enjoy the tapestry!
Don’t let it pass you by!
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC