"awakeness" poems
i want to feel the rush,
the tingly fireworks under my skin,
the buzzing sparks of awakeness.
i want to feel the bubble burst in my chest.
i want to dance. i want to ride the music
like a rollercoaster,
i want the thrill of the next drop,
the next wave of euphoria
pulsating through my veins
like electric current conducted by
all the goings-on around me
i want your energy and my energy
mixing together in the air around us
like a glittery galaxy milky-way aura,
a sanctuary of our own vibrations,
a place where our hearts are huge
and our egos small.
a place of peace, of love,
of unity, and respect,
of higher elevations
and acceptance for all.
can't we just do drugs?
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
In a swiveling chair, the black and white images of light to the west, are reflections of mind in a humming machine. Turning a head, there is a closed window, showing an energetically inspired pen the nearing sunset.
Moon swept itching dark
Twilight, sunrises curtain
pink lids - open eyes
With a blink of instaneous awakeness and sleep, the neck turns fast, to look for inspiration.
Dusk - apart painted
eight queued paired mare and foal
foliage lined dark black
Without my sister's presence, the filmed horse's birth is only an image, lost. Indeed, it's the shadows of sunlight that have lit up the southerly tree with darkness!
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
Bipolar love
sings dreams and
nightmares to me,
It coaxes me into
awakeness,
and paralyzes
me into sleep.
It becomes it,
because I fear it--
Becomes unspoken
and ignites an anger
so vulnerable I melt
into cursed tears.
It swallows me whole,
uses me and spits
me out~ empty is
how I feel,
I wonder,
Ever so often,
How it was I
drifted into this
endless sleep.
I faintly hear
a click,
like a bullet
leaving a pistol.
I wonder who it
hit.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Open eyes
are awakeness
and closed eyes
are sleep
so as I sat
experiencing nothingness
I was blinking
opening and closing
as day passed
in an instant
and night passed
in an instant.
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
Stuck in the moment
Choking
Breathing, or not, undisclosed
Mute, screaming
You, listen to me
That is not me, now that, is me, that is my friend, now that is me, again, stop, STOP
Clapperclawing the air
Heart, wailing to be ceased
Or at being ceased(mine?)
Eyes struggling for meaning
Amidst entailing
Begging to be opened
Or at least, spiflicated mercifully
Unknown faces, yet all seen
Please, before I wake
Help me out of this bad dream
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
Dream forever drawing in
and holding hostage
on that plain between coroner's sleep
and fretful awakeness
a nervy brain-current
twitching REM
violent combat
forcing awake
to escape that relentless
scratching
Swollen eye
like a bee-sting kiss
Awaken to
birds' song
whose messages
translate
into
something else surpasses sleep...
Morning song enters
fears subside
life's dream
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,
It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time
Amongst a tangle of knotted days.
In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,
And on the edge of awakeness,
In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,
I almost capture it.
But it hides like a viper in the grass,
Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.
Involuntarily my awareness,
Diminishes the power of the scream.
In the mirrors of eternity
I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.
But all I get is a hollow blankness,
My waking mind defies who I am!
I knock on the door of unconsciousness
Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,
Yet a barricade of steel like strength
Blocks my entrance.
I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,
Yet this primordial desire to search
Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Out of the very edging of my eyelashes;
the little wisps of my mind
flits this pinky-promised wish.
This
childish thing
mingling with these balmy summery notes.
I cannot wait for those white, uncreased sheets to be infused
with your
little smirks & laughter.
For these two tea cups to ****** its wonderfully ***** of a sound to lull those lazy days to awakeness.
Your shoes right behind my foot-steps,
c r i n k ling,
creasing
snaps of autumn itself.
A peck on the nose between the gaps of our once-shy feet.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Yet again you've stolen
Another night's rest
From my blurred eyes
And weary mind.
But what's one more night
Spent staring at a graveyard of stars
If it brings me closer to
You?
Closer to the one time in my life
I was truly
Happy.
I can rub the exhaustion
From the brown irises
You once called beautiful.
I can push through
The sheer desire
To do absolutely nothing
Long enough to make it
Through work.
And as soon as I get home
I can collapse on my bed
And stare at the wall
Or ceiling
For a few moments
Wishing it was
Your face instead
Before I close my eyes
And attempt to sleep.
But I know my body
And mind
Will suddenly be wired
With the alertness
And awakeness
Of loneliness
And longing.
Because I'm still too weak
To overcome you.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
I still think about you
But do you too?
When Laying at night
With everything dark in sight
Counting the ceiling fan blades
As your awakeness don't fades
Yet staring at nothing to see
Do you still think about me?
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 12:35 PM UTC
Hide your scars
away from my lips
and maybe
illness will save us from past
Hide your lips
from my fire mouth
and maybe
we'll meet in the entrance of love
Hide your legs
from my one-thousand-eyes
and maybe
the end will take us
to the awakeness
or the misery
of being
two
sparks
of
divinity.
Hide your shame
into my chest
and i promise my love
i'll keep it safe
and clear
and pure
Hide anything
but
your
soul.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
stimulant jitters
again: another
cigarette , why not
coffee, why bother
to eat
if infinity exists i’m sure to get there
quicker; if god
is real i’m not going to meet him
in my sleep. i promised you
to not stop writing; now I can’t.
this is the only high
i’m used to, anymore.
i
have been introduced, finally,
to the mirthless dementias
of awakeness,
and the men who strap them down,
screaming,
to stretchers, and to sleep,
and they don’t wear white coats but axes,
and the axis turns too
quickly
for biblical words
to anymore impact us:
the heels click,
the sidewalk cracks minutely,
the hungry
daydreams
die
-----------------
[ i
sleep.
the heels click
minutely ]
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
I.
The first time I tasted alcohol, I thought that it reminded me of you and how it burned my throat and left a firy tang on my tongue that can only be resolved by drinking more.
And by the end of the night, I was drunk enough to be aware of nothing but you.
II.
But on days I crave awakeness, you reminded of me caffeine. Wherein just the mere mention of your name shoots up my nerves; awakes my brain, keeping me alive, tingling and insane.
And by every wake of dawn, I only know that I am craving nothing but you.
III.
Oh but **** it. Be what you want to be. **** my senses, wake it; either way, I know I'll be ******
Because either way, my love, all I really wanted was to drink you up.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
my alive:
this awakeness seems to breathe
of being close through skin
to heart and muscles
singing softly stroked
by peach parted
over pit stinging;
the gross and fuzzy pash
bristles and bur
catching on roughness of
lip:
has two eyes
completing after darkness
hair in pale perfusion,
lipping with flowers
curled in mounded heap;
whose breaking sound
(star startled)
shook with saliva
–throat can't
but to
unkeep
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
How could you hug another man?
How can you kiss another lips?
How can you love another skin?
How couldn't I trust your smile?
Do you believe you can hide your lips?
Do you feel I can't smell your kiss?
Can you imagine I see your man?
Would you run away if I hit your fingers?
I feel the screams you hide
....
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I want o be lost in awakeness
I want to forget the dauntful creeping of the clock
I want to stumble through my own mind
to revel in what I discover
to be led by the hand
guided by the unknown intuition we call our soul
I want to be wrapped and engrossed by the unseen
to dance and tackle with the deepest caverns
dive deep into them, unsure of my return
and in my final moments when reality seems to look over my shoulder
I find yet another path further down my subconscious
and then, again, I feel my soul expanding to fill the caverns
consuming and dancing
nurturing and growing
I am happy here
Here, in the caverns of my soul
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
Listen carefully
The sound of the silence
Dropped from the universe of hope.
Listen carefully
The voice of your deepest thought
The wind rolling over your arm
The smell of memories!
It's the call of awakeness
The touch of clearness
Turn yourself around
Feel the infinity of your being
Feel the energy of your energy
Touch the air with your lips
Kiss me with the waves of silent moves
I will feel it...
Can you feel it?
Listen...
The beauty of your existence
The brightness of your tears
The sounds of your smile
Take your love,your fear
Take your good and bad,
take it under your arms
And walk like you never had before.
M.T. 2016.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
there is a spark in me
welling up inside
a jump in awakeness
a burst of some sort
something special begins to fill my veins
fill my veins with
hope & light
it's as if i have met the stars and slept on the moon
so surreal
oh how you make me feel
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
A cynical calmness--embraces me,
As ocean waves slipped through my skin.
That's an awakening,
Where skies never touch seas. Z
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
The days are great
i'll say when they are
the nights not so much
morning seems to far
the days only seem that way
but the truth is
the nights are filled with restless awakeness
or dreams that are hit or miss
every moment around others is hell
and every moment away causes me to panic
i dreamed of you again last night
i woke up and never recovered, manic
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
To fall in love with writing
is to fall deep into an endless cavity.
Ready your stance for your emotions to be barked,
for your fears to be actualised,
for your dreams to be ignited.
Words serve a purpose to grasp the blind hearts roaming this wide escapade of awakeness.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
awakeness is only an idea
psychology, a trick
i will trick myself for as long as it takes
to feel on top of the world
and see the stars below me
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
***** bonk
my awakeness went thonk
my hands are cold
my dumbassery is becoming increasingly bold
can't focus on art
avoiding thoughts of a human becomes increasingly hard
just wanna rest in their arms
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC