"blissfull" poems
You are my Kaleidoscope,
I look to you for change,
You are my Kaleidoscope,
Vivid, beautiful and strange,
I look to you for star dust, half moons and golden suns
You are my Kaleidoscope,
A wild array of colour,
You are my Kaleidoscope,
I stare through every blissfull hour,
I change my life, hope and dreams,
To reflect your ever-changing themes,
You are my Kaleidoscope,
A visit that is exquisite,
You are my Kaleidoscope,
I will never tire of what you show,
You are life and air to me,
To my eyes you are all they know.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
you wanna be happy dontcha?
Not 'till I reach the state of Anhedonia
never heard a such place.
Well I guess that you've been blessed
Good cheer and health, good taste I guess
Seems Old Man your way's the best
But I wasn't taught the same
and i know you're not to blame
What the hell is it that it makes grown men drool
Well it's not the Bright Side but The Dark Side of The Spoon.
Blissfull Bafoons The Beguiled, miscreant, Fiendish Fools.
Dim Lit hid in Vastness of the last Lunar New Moon
Beg that you see and awaken. You and every one else awaken too.
how good does it feel to fly above ridicule?
Gimmie some money and ill show you old fool
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
As I sit here on this quiet night,
The air is finally cool.
The sky is dark,
That same air moist; smelling fresh and new.
Lightning dances 'cross the sky, flashing ever bright.
I see it's full of stories to tell
Some a mystery, yet some I know well.
The only sounds emitted are from the creatures of the night
Singing a song for the rain that has gone,
For the lightning dancing- ever bright.
As has become my custom, I wonder, if you were here,
What would you have to say about
This lightning dance so clear?
So easily can I imagine us sitting in this night
Whispering and cuddling- the lightning ever bright.
Then, just as quick as that lightning's dance,
A thought flashes through my brain.
Unsure of the answer, even afraid,
I wonder all the same,
If you would think of me (as I do you)
On blissfull nights of peace.
I can't say you would, so I struggle for the thought to cease.
On a quiet night like this,
Who would dance across your mind?
When the rain has gone, and the air finally cool,
Lets lightning dance 'cross the sky.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 3:29 AM UTC
You speak of love
Yet its lust you seek
Invigorice longing
You fall to your knees
Wanting one thing
Craving sensuality
Fulfillment lacking
You forget to breathe
Rising again
Into blissfull glee
Then once again
You collapse into me
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Blissful silence in the dark
Breathing sounds could be heard from afar
As i got closer it got louder
In the pitch black room
All around me was darkness
The breathing got rougher and louder
With a mourn mixed in here and there....
I could feel strength leaving my body
Daring myself to move closer
In the pitch black room
I could make out figures
Looking like an enormous beast
Devouring its prey
Swallowing it whole
I lost the strength to run
Or scream
A shouting heart jolting my trans mind
Like a rolling rock on a steep slope
I Moved forward
In the pitch black room
Right in-front of me ......
A scene i couldn't fathom
Two silhouettes panting and mourning
Even without a clear picture
Even without the sound
One couldn't help but swallow a mouthful
Of saliva
This hunger inducing scene played out
As my heart started racing
A bright light flashed blinding me
In a now bright room
The two seemed unaffected
Like the illumination from the light
Wasn't visible to them
I could clearly see a figure
A figure so thirst inducing
One could mistaken it for aphrodite
And wen she mourned
A sweet melody
Compared to that of the music of apollo
Lost in the beauty of this beauty
And the melody she was creating
I heard a name
As she said it again
I opened my eyes
Opening my eyes to gaze into hers
They seemed to blaze with a flame
One that felt inextinguishable
One that would devour any soul that came close
This beautiful yet dangerous flame
I knew if i went close there is no coming back
Yet a deep sense of belonging came from within
A cold yet familiar sensation was flowing through me
She moved her down my chest
As it moved i felt it.....
For the first time
Pure craving
Like an electric current running thru me
Leaving chaos in its wake
Like a drum-roll
My heart cried out
With it melting the cold sensation
Like a beast unleashed
My body was brimming with strength
Moving my hands towards her
Like a black hole
Like Jormungand
Every cell in me was screaming
Shouting
And scratching
Trying to heed her call
Getting ready to devour her
Swallow her whole
N show her how deep the abyss went
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 7:22 PM UTC
Blissfull in blues,
And moral decline,
Kissing deeply,
Making you want me,
Completely everytime.
Faithless and new,
Moving subtly in time.
Possessing desperately,
Making you need me,
Unconditionally mine.
Endless and bound,
Together like rhyme.
Holding tightly,
Making you love me.
In union for ever we shine.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
i can think all i want
everyday i can mentally put myself in a better place
i can have an imagenary happiness
a stable, infinate happiness
but i could never be as blissfull on this earth as i was in my youth, in my ignorance
everyday i will be consumed by my dream- holding you again, embracing you again, loving you... again
but your just a dream, my heavenly dream
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
There is one who is sunlit
Potent as the jade-green sea
Inhaling blissfull birdsong
Exhaling ancient threnodies
Years of headlights, rainsoaked
Highways: miles under desert
Sun. copper-skinned she's spells
To sing with lips love letter soft
She writes cataclysmic sonnets
Without using words.
Unabridged Resolute
Her asthetic purely Lunar
He tries to match her
Inhale to inhale
Exhale to exhale
But he is a corpse
Buried in black soil
Roots to wrap and swallow him
Crushing the soul from his bones
Cursed then to wander mountains
And watch her rest weary legs as she
Drinks deeply from Aquarius
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Follow lights the will-o-wisps
To red lights onto pillow slips
Walk under streetlight to pink lips
Everyone after green glow
Even if it means being a ***
J.Gatsby's after the afterglow
Peddlin their product, street vendors
Dealin in meat and being tender
****** in a backseat, body lenders
Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow
Some call it sinful so callow although
Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello
Red lights swimmin in the air
Sanctity dyin without care
For sale tittys and derriere
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
its always sunrise
somewhere
things move in every atoms presence
tonal vibrations power through into tmorows
certian serenity
blissfull melodies
we die daily in our meditational cremation ground of minds past eye had been cast upon building up
or down
spiral, the.sine curve of life
respect the crecendos with ease
the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Waves crash over me
As the fish swim and I sink
Weightless and blissfull
I swim up above
Wrapped in sea foam and seaweed
My world is at peace
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open!
Submit your five songs by emailing them to
[email protected]
"BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?"
Well me, I'm glad you asked.
The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe.
Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist,
listen to that playlist on a loop
AND NO OTHER MUSIC
for an entire month.
I have continued this tradition each year
recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers
to listen along with me.
These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences,
but there is one thing they all have in common.
The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones.
This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation.
These people offer their body and spirit to music.
Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music.
Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole.
For an entire month.
Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than
YOUR SUBMISSIONS!
This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate.
Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops.
Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face.
If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day.
This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition.
want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ********
keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting?
Or contribute YOUR five songs?
Just
Send an email to [email protected]
by the end of August to participate!
Go check out the playlist itself here:
https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Your skin feels warm, like silk on silk
You make my days feel sunshine yellow.
In the begining seeing you was like spining.
Yellow spining
The spining has stoped,
But i'm left in a blissfull, perfect, relaxed state.
You constantly surprise me with your selflessness.
You came out of a fairy tale didn't you?
Take me back with you.
Let me be your princess.
You've promissed me forever.
I'm forever yours.
Lets spend our days in yellow sunshine, floating on our endless love.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Lay down your arms and hold completely defenseless,
Love yourself with a deep desperation blissfull and limitless.
Let the moment wake your tears,
And live with me all of your torturous fears.
Lay yet closer so our lips barely part,
Hold my hand as if nursing your own heavy heart,
Take from me all you need to rebuild,
All the life that lonliness has killed.
My beauty my love my absent harmony,
You have consumed and taken the very last part of me,
No longer do your hands hold the fractures,
That re-break and tear without loves raptures.
Naked and used my lips are cold,
and after these years you've left me old,
Wrinkles creep on every canvas,
Till they like you consume all the paint.
No beauty no rhymes that convey completion,
Just left alone and dejected used till depletion.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine.
Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden.
Leaves brush my cheek
In passing.
As I srroll through heavens garden.
My days are spent in reverie of blissfull
Oceans lapping distant shores.
Misty breezes take me deep
As I walk in heavens garden
She holds my hand and thrills my heart.
Long and winding paths take me up counry roads.
Birds urge me forward with sweet song.
To the place where I belong.
As I stroll through heavens garden.
Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar.
Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles
To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed.
Crickets serenade
as I drift through heaven's garden.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Honestly, I was paralysed
Quick breathed, chest choking kind
That numbs to the tips of fingers
And the bottom of the heart,
Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow.
Its stings,
bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away;
All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt
That has me wilting round my shadow.
I think I might have seen something,
Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam,
Blinkers just a little skew-wiff
To let the light in and shine on your bare ***
Going to town between someone else's legs.
You dont look half as nice now,
Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly
And its gross, like those meaty moans
That make you sound like a boar.
I can't call her a ***** not really,
But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one
Screaming obscenities to God
As if hed take time out of his
Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies,
Deity bowing his head to watch
You smash into her and smash us to pieces.
You're shuddering and shes faking those screams
There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man.
But your not, you're a coward
Who's **** is fond of flattery,
chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted.
I dont think I'm upset anymore.
I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground
I'm crunching down the gravel,
shedding my committment,
It's has a satisfying sound that dies
Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me.
'It's not what you think'
It's funny because I honestly
Hadn't thought anything except
I'd never never seem you like that before;
Not so raw and pasty
And ugly.
Maybe you'll meander back into my mind
As divine as you have been before
But right now I deplore the memory.
I dont love you
Because I dont know who you are.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
I'm waiting for
that blissfull moment
when,
I am freed, from the torment
of the world of wars, laments
of safety, health, protects , prevents!
of the waking world, of
groans and moans and sighs
From the ever
silent smirking
from
todays plan, no more working
simulated twerking
bad news briefers perkin
A respit from, "The Land of
Lovely Lies"
Oh, the smiling
nodding jestures
from
the too-cute empty nesters
the, once we were protesters
the, Winsor Knot and vest-ers
makes me look away No! contact for sad eyes.
With lead lids
steady drooping
my
pace has slowed, now stooping
alone: no more grouping
no chicken, rooster cooping.
It's time to sleep, so, I'll say todays goodbys.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
If only my eyes has a function like that of a camera, I would have all our perfect memories captured, then have them printed.
In that way I could keep them perfect even after bad things happen.
If only my heart has a video player, I would have all our fun and blissfull moments recorded then burn them to a cd. Insert them to my heart and I would have it played in loop.
In that way, even if we part ways, I would never feel so lonely and remain happy forever.
If only.. but it is impossible. Pain must be felt and Bad memories should be remembered.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
Your arms around me,
I drift away,
Into blissfull blissful sleep.
Your arms my saftey net,
Holding me tight
Throughout the night.
What would I do without you?
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Lost in the moment but always weary,
Of these lines we've drawn so weak and dreary.
Feeling so strong but all to open,
Praying for luck to bring me no omens.
Im waiting for the day it hurts me,
Heart torn and tears a plenty,
Blissfull with the here and now,
So pure so innocent unbound or captured by any vow.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
i can't.
when trimming the calico hairs on skinly jaw.
like trip-hop leaching out of your pearly *******
like magic-jesus.
with porcelain around her
animal seeds.
where i can find:
the swirling of Listerine flushing down the side of your throat.
like swabbing for cells from the floor of your tongue
like swapping girls.
or
(like) picnicking deep inside
flower-bait.blue
trilling Gatorade apology/
simulating love.
and even now. inside the folds of dead house plants
i would be okay if you stained my teeth
with anything
you
had
to offer.
horse-whole in the water-
milky for you-
white as cuticles.
like the **** me/ hum of the A/V cart
hooked up and left running:
nothing.
stuffy
in the boxed we built
i am more perfect than camouflage
like pipilotti rist screaming her lungs to pale ribbons.
as kimono as Kiki was real
she- as brave as anything
i found it out.
as fragrant as
the deepest rooted thing-
blissfull as the afternoon.
as
red
as good cadmium.
and that is ******* red
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
.
Come down off your poem
long days have all gone
Somebody you can hear is calling
Running deep the river bends
moving on with amens
Some things just keep on gnawing
The winter will be ice
I'll get relief at last
When I lay under blankets of snow
All those days once before
Memories rich and poor
There just to let you know
I can see the greens of spring
Summer's blissfull loving thing
Still I hear the mournful call of winter
Come down off your poem
Leave your words as you were born
The river has frozen over
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
If the world fades into darkness who will hold my lonesome hand
Who will sweep me off my feet to swing and dance across the land
If the clouds fall down and the rain comes knocking upon my weathered door
Who will tell me I'm okay--and if tomorow doesn't come, then whats forever for?
I'll hold my breath and cross my fingers tight across my chest
The world can take away from me whatever it can steal, but stolen was my heart already--therefore I cannot feel
The darkness that surrounds me, I know it very well
and if I hide away from the light I'll never know the sight
A baby crying down the hall, or lovers in a blissfull state
I cannot feel the life I missed and no matter how I try
the light's always just a step away from my line of veiw
I'll never see that light again unless I hold again what's true
A love so strong and passionate, the years just travel by
but lovers know just how they feel--even if they chose to lie
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
My unrequited love
has always been a constant mess,
of so many things together
the lies,
the truths,
the tender wounds,
the broken heart,
the jealous heart,
the unspoken tears,
the unforgettable moments,
the broken promises,
the hidden care,
the blissfull warmth,
And you.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC