"buffered" poems
Feathers glimmer and shine
As though covered in fish oil
I lubricate the brain
As I slip through the sky
With a frictionless flicker
My lightening wings
Brain waves rapidly fluctuate
Perfect balance held
Between left and right
Each wing a hemisphere
As they beat and beat
Accelerating into hyper speed
80 to a hundred or more
Beats per second
As though injected
With a sonic speed
Synapses bursting and exploding
Exponentially connecting
Blistering wing speed
I become electric
My circuits exploring
Rippling and flickering through paper
My brain comes alive
Flashing multicolored lights
Like the cities nights
But still spaces collect around me
As I am buffered from the world
Perfectly still though standing
On an invisible ledge
I hold my mind in place
While I hum in space
Head down I drop my beak
Into a funnel of concentration
As I tunnel into trumpets
Penetrating deep I flower
In new knowledge
Polar aspects of mind
Released through coherent communication
Set free with coordination
I seek to marry chalk and cheese
As I hold the balance
Between two worlds
Flashing synapses firing
And combusting
Against pointed concentration
My mind juggles two *****
Expanding into their fullness
Expressing vibrant color
My slippery slender beak
Slips and slides in
As I flutter through pages
I discover new unexpected surprises
Problems solved, Startling adventures
And puzzles completed
I find the sugary syrup
The delicate delicious sweet spot
With the thrill of falling domino's
Spilling and cascading
Many ripples fanning out
Through my mind
I find freedom
Each ripple massaging my mind
I am catapulted into outer space
I dance from fact to golden fact
As I am propelled forward on stardust
My momentum shoots me forward
I bounce and bounce
My mind becoming unbounded
I enjoy this great Hummingbird delight
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Enticing us in, sugar coated doors
for sticky fingers,
Doors of mystery, keep out, staff only
nettled in barbed wire.
Half open doors full of promise,
chocolate soft centred
Exciting doors, silk covered
in lace suspenders
Inspiring doors, Leonardo bold italic,
uppercase only
Lonely doors all shuttered in silence,
cobweb covered
Sad doors, tear stained
and umbrella wet
Happy doors,
candy striped in laughter
Forbidden doors, Pandora boxed,
best kept locked
Revolving doors covered
with the same sticky mistakes
Trap doors crocodile sprung
to catch you out
Doors that slide on tram like runners,
buffered into walls with imprint of face
Secret doors of camouflaged chameleon
Troubled doors
thunder clapped in turmoil
Doors enticing us.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
It was June and not summer,
Splashy, muddy, slimy,
wind-kissing roads of Chennai in sight,
I hear, "Jennifer, Jennifer."
Aloysius' wife answers in.
Break - in the movie, I sip my coffee.
Water was rising in the southernmost state of India,
Destruction or development,
Recovery or renovation,
Right words struggled to meet right arms,
Jennifer and Aloysius buffered in the background,
House I was not in was sinking.
I stopped watching snowflakes in the Americas,
Wished for a sun-feast in Kerala,
I lapsed to places sitting at the window pane,
Netflix didn't help the cultural fix.
here, thoughts succumbed, coffee mug dried up.
While uninvited ants,
swept my coffee off the sugarcoat...
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
They say your lost at sea
lost at sea within my dreams
hard to reach
hard to touch from where im from
completely out of reach
they say youve come back for another try
the say youve walked and now your down
they said youve been there
open arms
wide looking eye
waiting for the chance to come by
this chemical equation
of covalent bonds mixing in heat
magnetic shifts pull us here
binding energy across the room
is buffered by the prides dream
but what catalyst my love
can ignite such desire
its reaching critical mass
about to start a nuclear disaster
its as if i have turn into a halogen
reacting to the site of you
coming into the room
the insoluble pride of my desire
is boiling to a point
i might return
but to you its as if
my face
was a line spectrum only showing
certain things
the potential energy
bursting
esxstasy
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
*common chilling sights--
i see humanity
ungranted
ice nucleators--
mutual lives underground
buffered dots of heat
Jupiter winds glow
revivals there and then --
red swirls of lust
twelve conquests past
all creatures skyclad
in that loose zodiac belt
unconditional
dark solstice
deepest love
festive thanks
at dread allayed--
more roasted birds
.
the same sun,
snowflake years
uniquely melt
.
still Fall-ripe,
matunda ya Kwanza
nourish unity
.
only a nick,
the green knight forgives
saint sir Gawain
.
winter thin
Shakyamuni trees
entangle star rays
.
Dōngzhì recurs--
tangyuan and dumpling soup
warm ears and hearts
.
Lucy brightens
Advent's tidal frost
sugar powder blind
.
strong eyelids--
holy corpses
smile again
.
endyear eyelids pull
open --
Summer's chain emails
.
i nightgaze here too--
Yalda Shab brightens birth night
vermillion sweet eve
.
gelt to gifts--
sacred lights remembrance
wonders burning yet
.
obstacles embraced
powdered elephant dance
ancient clouds of lore
.
of country dwellers
gifted greatest gifts--
pentacles outshine
.
hot planets glint
subtle light unseen and far --
night sky snow
transaeonic squint
textured sense illumes vast space
light trails interweave
evergreen bird womb
coos beyond my porch--
fireplace ignites
Februa nears--
thermals gather itch for
one last indulgence
Hubble vision melds
an interspecies lens--
"home" descends anew
integral trust--
grapes freeze by vintner's paths
of future sweetness
moss between toes
Spring ooze effluvia
giddy spine sky high*
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
free fall surrender
gifting fiery ripeness
feeding mother's earth
cycle turning in
wind assisted letting go
time of brave response
I too wear a cloak
buffered from the coldest winds
fire in my core
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
And again
it is time for lies
small, careful constructs
delivered in the interest
of self-preservation
in hopes of mollification
of the claustrophobic inquiries
of dear, devoted friends
so it is once more
down the rabbit hole
escaping into a world
of misbelief
buffered in gentle,
worthless cloaks
of half-truths that provide
a deceptively soft
and comfortable place
to be silent and still
until honesty loses
some of its brutality
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean
Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen
Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure
Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture
Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
Passersby, all the time just begging to screech
Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte
Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot *****
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk
I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?
Living in paradise, was forever my scene
Hassle-free start to my touring routine
Purple haze shades, my life now has structure
You see the success, of my worldwide pop culture
Gracing stages of past fame, always to a beat
Fanatical fans always be wanting to meet
Sifting my bin, for stuff I've worn, this be stalking
I'm the greatest musical queen, I've heard them talking
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot *****
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk
I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?
Hurting in paradise, for wherever I'm seen
Hitting trees, I ditched my last limousine
Injecting purple haze into my veins, now I’ve suffered
On Youtube, my once famous sculpture is buffered
Fooling around, the ***** strips, never that discreet
With my purple haze shades, I was fast on my feet
Families, not mourning, nor crying, putting me 6 feet under
Atlantic contracts, royalties accrued, now easy to plunder
In departing my last scene, I'd become fatally unstuck
Because of how I'd been living, as a dim-witted, schmuck.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
I have asked simple questions with complex replies
Never in life could they tell the truth but only a lie.
They encouraged in a optimistic manner and they did succeed
Even if I try to do the same I ask, ' who will lead'
Frankly the true dedication was not delivered
For the victim has suffered and the love has buffered.
Where is the commitment of basic standards
I am truly Angered.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
there is a lengthy space surrounding me
a radius the length of single arm
that isolates my soul from all i see
i am an island in the midst of sea
to separate my soul from any harm
there is a lengthy space surrounding me
i'm buffered from the hordes rejecting me
it might be called a gift, a special charm
that isolates my soul from all i see
my blessing is a curse that's spat on me
for when I seek another's soul as warm
there is a lengthy space surrounding me
and where I'd like to go I cannot be
my buffer zone's a barren empty farm
that isolates my soul from all i see
there once were people dancing 'round with me
yet something shooed away the loving swarm
there is a lengthy space surrounding me
that isolates my soul from all i see
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
Under the umbrella of your love
A seedling sprouted
Roots were found
Aquifers were tapped
Winds were attenuated
Weather was buffered
It was all simplified
The meandering river of life made sense
Under the umbrella of your love
A little sapling stepped into his shoes
And became a man
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
In the vast difference between what I wanted to be and what I am
The temptation is to count missed opportunities
To what extraterrestrial province has my Muse flown?
My legacy has been the evolution of an unhealthy obsession with death
A defiant middle finger when plenty of years buffered from consequence
Getting used to the fear
Never forget the times I was high on potent hydro and paranoia kicked in
I thought I'd be dead on the ground in a matter of moments
Those times I wondered what the hell was wrong with me in courting the Reaper
Slippery medications knocked me down, metaphorically and some of the fear
Is replaced by numbness and a desire to leave
Take me in my sleep, o Eternal One, just don't let me wake up
Alas I keep waking up
And it comes down to giving up everything I have and know
Totally submerged in amnesia
In hopes that what comes after will be better in it's unique way
No brain to process senses so you might as view them as the wave of the past
I'd pay for mental telepathy and full reign of an active imagination I helped create in this life
So in the chasm between what I hoped to be and what I am
The potential for hope, even miracles stockpiling and inventorying blessings
They have their own expectations
All too rarely amused but **** 'em
In that chasm life still conducts business
Handshakes are still exchanged
There's no reason to give up hope
In that vacuous cave death and joy do a dance, ambition sings a number with missed chances
Like me Charlie
Have you got a bowl of that hydro and a light?
I need the big reminder
Coming soon
Love sonnets to a young Linda Blair
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Don't you remember when the embers of the fire we burned
Tended to lend their distended heat to our dismembered concerns
About guilt the in the darkness past the attractive flames
That we built a stark distraction reactive to the shame
Of the past and the last active claim of aghast blame
For tame transgressions with vast, intercessive aims
It's not a game
I make no claim
to understand the rules of an impressive refrain on expressing pain
I've always been **** at making real appealing fires
So I gave it to you to take your ideals and desires
And make something that burned brighter and higher
Than anything our nights could ever really earn or require
But the wind had called a favour in
And winter walled that labour in
And so flames buffered and suffered
Fluttering, stuttered, they were scuppered
The ashes of our confidence now paper thin
Unreliable light will let the darkness in
It offers the undesirable, heartless spin
On this starless night we're tiring in
We can build it back up but the conditions are tough
In the build up to an admission that enough is enough
We always could give up and freeze to death still kissing in the underbrush
With Failure's frost seizing our last wistful breaths
and Hope's ghost leaving us to a listless Death
Heavy with regrets gasping a dismissed homesick song
I'm not ready for that yet, let's risk throwing another stick on
I want the heat and the light to cheat on the night
To melt the meat from my cheeks and let my heart ignite
So tonight let's reach a heat to set the past alight
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
"Dibs"
you used to claim, smiling, and pointing at me.
It was a joke and I used to laugh,
but it buffered my relationship with
Men from Home
by cloaking my presence
with preoccupation.
Like royalty,
I caroused with you
the City of Sand,
safe to be free with innocence.
and the Kingdom I surveyed
was glamorous.
Then, after That Spring,
I fled, and
found myself facing unbuffered men
almost naked;
Without your jacket
I was chilly,
and my body was offered the
sticky hot sweat of **** Sapien Hands
for warmth.
Smooth operations
against my naive flesh
left callouses and bruises
only I can be responsible for
accepting.
I was generous
with the pieces of skin
I wore and tore for the pleasure of others,
hoping to find you again,
or someone close.
But this new kingdom
was not Glamorous
was not innocent or funny
or warm.
Living in the squalor of my own choices
a derelict of my own self-abandonment
I became Queen of the Grunge
and it was painful,
I tell you it hurt!
Homecoming Queen
dons a shiny elastic crown
but Homegoing Queen
wears a ***** one of thorns.
For a while, I wore it
allowed it to obscure my vision
and warp my mirror's depiction.
Scars I mistook for knowledge,
and though they have made me wiser,
it is impossible to prune the
Diadem of Dirt
when its very composition is barb.
So:
atop my head I wore two crowns
and from across my shoulders
I shed one coat.
Bruises I gained as well as experience
and a new empire I consorted.
And indeed my mind's severe questions
took my body places I doubt it thought it would ever go,
But as I return to our former palace,
I realize The Answers
for which I was so desperately searching
could be found deep in the Sand,
and that the more intensely
the more earnestly
my hands shovel into the dirt,
the warmer it becomes.
Now, I smile
As the Sand starts to glow
with the diamond fire of my own soul
and I am warm in just my healing skin.
Now, I return Home
and discover the circularity of enlightenment
as I am filled with the Gusto of Me
and of finding my buried treasure
deep within the Sand,
deep within my love.
I can take it anywhere
Because I know
I feel
I am
My own.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Hobbled by the
sun, and laid
prostrate by
days of
degenerate
behavior.
Days of
nothingness,
and worse.
Only writing
could save me.
Poor and lonely.
No warm woman to
hold.
No *****
No home.
But, I had my
writing.
It let the light in,
and buffered me from
the crowds of
scarecrows with sewn
on smiles.
Writing keeps me
immortal and kills
the pain.
It soothes the
mice lost in
the maze, and
brings the stray cat
home to a house where
he's safe.
Writing is the
pillow that keeps
my head up, and
my heart engaged.
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
I can nearly hear your soul
It rumbles like a storm.
I feel it when we collide
It batters me like a hurricane,
Meeting the shore.
You move so quickly that I stumble,
Buffered by the wind you stir up.
No part of you is made from solid ground
You're an intangible being, like the sky.
I pray for a sign, a miracle,
Something to help me handle you.
Yet over and over I return
The helpless child drawn to the flame
Reaching toward familiar fire
Only to feel the same old burn, and shame.
There is no lesson to be learned
It is no life,
But it is mine.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
I feel nurtured in a way that every wake I shall risen to pretenses of galls
In your eyes expose the mind of a hypnotized blindness
Listen to the suspense listen to the music in which tell you something’s coming
Playing with your mind in an open space in the confines of a small place
Loop rewind play, walk a different path and laugh at the broken bridged gaps
Feel the rhythm of disturbed strings dragged.
I have become the victim of your screeching
I am the piece of something that visits the correlation of a masterpiece
Play the barren sound to an open source brainwave suffer the weak buffered truth
Feel the eardrum ring hand out a scorched twisted tongue tired of talking about nothing
Tolerate the dependence of a derelict falsified significance relating to the complexion beneath
You get what you see. But some things change miraculously.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
running by the seaside where the foam fizzles like sparks
where the imprints in the sand Time has left
in a great, furious hurry, oh how those days recollect
the late, late nights with the air soft like a pillow
soothing to the soul as it whispered
where the cuts laid in too deep,
Time, oh Time, where have you gone
with the crunch of gravel underneath my feet
and the pump in my arms, the twist in my spine
as I sprinted down the shoreline,
yet you always stayed out of my reach
the sun was beginning to set,
its golden fingers licking the water
and the salty, brittle air buffered in my eyes
so by the labor of my lungs tears sprung in my eyes
Time, you marvelous hypocrite, I can never get
the hold of your hands
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
A letter lies upon the moonlit desk
It's black ink radiant as it is bold
The table lamp spits into life only buffered by the musty air
The title unambiguous
Marching words appear with courteous ease
Their robust order craves no inspection
Naked defiance is laid bare
No options left unturned
A cooling fan tickles the senses
The critics forehead tips forward in deliberation
Drops of sweat plunge like Autumnal lawyers
A Coracle packed with words flows across the page
The quill wavers on the final line
Pronouncing, a pledge, perchance too deep to fathom
Two fingers set forth the smoking torpedo
Swaddling folds enclose the letter to the target
The periscope petition
Only a ripple in heady waters
Dispatches drowning in a sea of purgatory
With a life vest to hand, time to write yet again
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
I'm afraid of tomorrow and what I might be.
Unloved.
Neurotic.
Alone and aghast at the prospect of finding a life in this cold damp haze that is my life.
My life
My wretched life.
I watched it pass away.
Buffered by a could have been.
And smoked away like lazy days.
All my ambitions deflated in failure.
Never trying.
Hard.
Enough.
No meaningful relationships.
No friends to spare.
Just my own personal monotony.
Laid bear for none to see.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
gestures for use on the neighbours it'll ward off isolation
foreign no longer but privately guarded
buffered against secrets we're neighbours now
lock in with these people
click eyes like desert lizards
and lick at the brickwork to heal its insurance
throwing up our arms to gravy like a sports fan
an energy of invite despite they each see the other
****** near every day
fun hats and clothes picked for colours
or practical aging
like mating flare
use up the garish leftovers from the artists box
and a dog perhaps
garnish for the family way
a long ladder shared between neighbours
cause 'hey ! ; our kids match your kids'
and always work toward the perfect sale
prepared for that one forgiving day
and 'The Move'
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
Butterfly
Pigmented and fragile they seem.
Beautifully they fly teem.
Transformed from caterpillars,
they are the patience pillars.
They can compete with sunshine,
they can defeat the rainbow shine.
They are the princesses of flight,
they are hard to catch in the sky.
They are buttered and buffered,
they are colorfully painted.
They have crossed various phases,
and they are called metamorphosis.
Attractive, alluring,
radiant, and reckless.
With the arduousness and plushness,
they are elegant mobile entertainers.
Dr.Marysuresh
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC