"cloudbursts" poems
*Tell yourself to breathe
as the stratosphere is falling,
imagining verses tumbling
midst downpours' dissension,
sans sentimentality's
loquacious language,
and the land is left barren
as verbosity disintegrates
and emotions wholly perish
'neath fickle cloudbursts
of poetry's extinction*
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
I built a home for you, out of me,
when the bricks break
it is because I have been raided. The blue sky's
not even immune to cloudbursts
the humid air lifts
to resemble some form of heartbreak.
Call it
a mushroom cloud, I go off almost nuclear.
The truth loves me enough to reveal itself
the truth loves me
even when you do not.
I've decorated the staircase with it
and discovered rope-burn,
calluses like children wanting you to just watch
what they can do
watch a ceremony. What fathers create.
I've padded its feet
with snow, the whole summer leaks with December
and my kneecaps are rotting wood.
Creaking
using garland as a noose
you know when I walk and when I sit, the truth
cannot stand for not knowing.
I've not let it lay down either,
this ****** affair. My
walls stay white and unheard of, untouched
yours are only
the cream of glue, I should have kept the doorway
shut and tied to you with a string.
Not even the truth can dissolve over a lie
(but I can, I can, I).
But
when God smells fear, he makes it happen
and God can be
a man, a woman, a lover.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
*you nuzzled your head
unto the shoulder of my soul
tears streamed into my heart
steamy moments of resolution
lingering breaths of quivering whispers
stolen moments of life's endurance
wafting through athanasia's elusion'd moondust
dreams of uninvited icy cloudbursts
plunging wing'd poetry into posterity
remembering future's sacred pinings
like fire gasping under waterfall's torrents
i wished upon a snowflake before it took flight
appease this illusion yet one more night*
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
The rosy-fingered dawn
bleeds excitation
and atmospheric trails
for seeking out tomorrow
Are these stars like rain?
Emitting imagination,
refracting suggestion?
Perhaps a new art form swimming
about as cloudbursts?
In undulating waves
war and peace
are colliding out from
the center of the sun
Could they be
messengers from heaven?
A signal from God?
Perhaps at magnetic midnight,
four horsemen shall ride?
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
See, the smile on the stone face
of the mountain, once so cold, stoic
it drives home the meaning of change
brought about by erosion of ages past,
molten paste slowly sediments,
decides to be various kind of rocks
on it's path being metamorphic
is just one of it's pranks,
volcanoes in ******** frenzy erupt,
display the pyrotechnics of creation
in it's ****** urge a deep sea stream
breaks tectonic plates,makes new continents
mountains that hold their heads high,
are brought down by landslides, floods
avalanches or sudden cloudbursts
stars script secret messages across galaxies
the meanings will never be deciphered
in spite of the astonishing research
astrophysics can put together and
the thirst for knowledge of mankind
Beauty, my muse, lovely concert I adore,
I see you in animals, birds and fish
that undergo mutation and become different,
ocean currents, seasons,shower of stardust,
most of all in music, that activates the hidden signals,
that come beyond birth and death,embedded within oneself
Can you cite one reason for writing biography
of any one, whoever it may be, in this planet?
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
**It was like a
nuclear explosion
the day vision
caught fire,
atoms were fusing
and reverberating
titillated skies were
in accordance,
the force of power
by which poetry
is reckoned,
eyes full of mist
heart ground to grist
at least 1000 lonely
teardrops kissed
mind overflowing
with notions impossible
then it occurred to me,
words are unstoppable -
irrepressible as
hot steam locomotives
and star combustion,
waging a crusade 'pon
fire breathing dragons
'tween undulating cloudbursts
of empyrean's ' stardust
amidst the conformation
of an unrestrained utopia**
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Reckless cloudbursts
rippling reverberations-
Her harmonic ensemble
hits a deafening crescendo:
taunts my senses, paralysed;
haunts my spirit, petrified.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
torrential inky blackness
an anti-equinox
over cobblestone
lamp post arcs perching
on 5 lanes
streets wear orange halogen light
concrete and water
his tires scream
on asphalt
the popsicle stains
on khaki
mix with downpour
of cloudbursts
sky is lost
in a darkened prism
scarlet solstices
passed long ago
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Chicago, where the rails become streets,
where the wind winds around corners to double tier trains that rain down with thunder below
cloudbursts of snow and slow traffic
Chicago, where cars and trucks stop at lights on the bridges, resting wheels on wet tarmac and men pass by wearing cagoules and flat caps: bohemian grandparents on northern fronts.
Chicago, where every building is a flat iron or a pencil windowed and widowed of safety net architecture,I look up from the window and flutter as she does, the suicide shipwreck standing atop a roof looking up and falling down, into river and rail track wakes.
If the dial-up allows it and this note finds its way through the orchestra, let me tell you this:
*You look lovely in your flower tattooed white dress.
I shall write about you until you read about yourself and smile, the rest has
been thrown into the wind and has come to settle in the tidal flow, sit tight and see where it goes.*
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Starving for meaning, an agnostic
bruising grey and white matter,
choking on maybes and half-truths,
finds indifference too easily. Never
pushing further through, cloudbursts
condensate but never conceive rainfall.
Something and always something
more gives pause, upon bathroom wall.
Scribbled as an epiphany lightening bolts
eye-opener, and its leakage capitalizes.
Each tagger finding more prophetic
words to denounce anything mystical
or godly. So, what's being fertilized
beyond the tinkling drain of insistence,
slumps downgrade to ebb of sewage
reaching sea. There amidst flotsam,
aeon's class of power perceived become
one with Supreme Being, an ocean.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Imposing Slate
Brushes shoulders with veiled divinity
Commanding attention from Sky Blues
Sliver cloudbursts
Spread tiny droplets of Crystal
To yield luscious Emeralds
Peeling off in sun kissed hues
Cascading towards pebbled Greys
Shots of Crimson
Mingle with Aquamarines
Gently swaying amongst traces of Gold
White tips race towards shingles
Churning Sapphires into Inky Blackness
Shepherding in an opaque understanding
Preserving its secrets
Anticipating .......
Ready to explore distant waters
(C) Pixievic
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
**beauteous rushing realms of a besieged mind
forgotten rhymes of scorched memoirs
delectation's reminisces 'pon dusky cloudbursts
hazes of reflective delirium's inclination
scripted amidst skies of smoldering verse
sans tomorrow's twilight of synchronicity nor
reasons beyond glorifying poetry's sublimity**
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
why
is it that I
have a feeling soul
cloudbursts
sunbursts, of you
a ghost
so thin I did
not know
you had eyes
and could feel me
even as I feel
alone
man
speaking
you are
the weather
in my
bones
like snowbursts
livid air,
so(ul).
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
Just as the colors of Summer
Fade into gentle shades of
Nighttime cerulean and smoke,
The velveteen sky whispers...
A restless secret echoing across
Silent meadows, heavy with shadows
That bleed shrouded consciousness
Into the museum of my thoughts.
Each canvas is made of my skin,
Drawn tight to a bone structure of
A paradoxical girl who's fingertips
Emit a light...
A strong light which used to flow
Like a river over midnight tears
And take me beyond to the realm
Of sensation.
But now, I fall weak before the canvas
Into a slumber as deep as time.
Billowing cloudbursts of paint in hues
Of sorrow white and southern red
Rain upon my resting body
On the floor.
The ghost of my conscience comes
To cover me with a quilt patched
In foggy memories, incidentally
Soaked in honey whiskey...
Just as the ghost covers me,
It softly focuses on lips and breathes
"The empirical nature of your thought
Rhymes with sensational control."
Though I venture in and out of
Dreamscapes unknown,
I still hear the sound of the
Wraith in my mind...
Like the somaticism of a beckoning
And lonesome mockingbird calling
In the nightside fields of
What I suppose is peace.
My chest becomes burdened with a sigh,
A decadent and pure intoxication
Of the abstraction of
Reality...
Seven miles above a three inch
Reality.
The Watercolors flood the ever deepening
Hallow of the museum of thoughts,
Drowning the corridors of my mind with
Her liquefied heart.
I have completely lost a piece
Of myself in her forever...
And light [watercolors] flowed from her tender fingertips.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Benumbed was all focus
Each element that descended
Within my wake
Mirrored a distinguished display
Of carmine cloudbursts and vanilla memories
Whilst I gazed above the windowsill
Though each and every existence
Defines the epitome of significance
Now and infinitely forevermore
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
WELLING UP inside your eyes
A sky is born above you
And ANEW your stars cry out
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
each moment
a cloudburst of
sweet rain blue rain
from the
mirrored
blue sky
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
**rose red rain, like
blood tears
running
through veins,
preyed on the night
as sinners pleaded
for their dragons
to be slayed
in kingdom
come's escape,
gray cloudbursts
darkly applauded
their defeat
in thunderous claps,
aware there's
no redemption
for demons buried
deep beneath
an endless
decreed fate**
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Yes, the air is electric.
There is wind and there is rain,
But the rain is gentle, like an outdoor shower
on a tropical island,
And the wind is reviving, it caresses the skin,
Awakes, restores, renews.
Do not run for shelter
or cower inside
Awaiting the return of comfortable and calm.
Look up, embrace the cloudbursts,
Feel it, feel everything, take it, drink it in.
Find me.
I am waiting for you,
Laughing, dancing, underneath the trees.
I want to share the opening skies.
We have both been waiting
And this is not a storm.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
cloudbursts of beauty
you nourish me with your love
blooming daffodils
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Knowing that Life rides a stormy sea
And cloudbursts oftentimes overwhelm,
I'll rig the sails and face what may be . . .
If Love is standing guard at the helm
Fearlessly I'll walk Life's thorny path
In the dark of night or sunless day;
I'll grapple with Fate's relentless wrath . . .
If Love 's blessed radiance guides my way
And when despair grabs hold of my hand,
Gallantly I'll cry my share of tears
While waiting for storm clouds to disband . . .
If Love's at my side to calm my fears
When all seems lost and hope goes astray,
And my dreams lie withering on the vine,
I'll endure and rise above the fray . . .
If Love's hand is clinging fast to mine
When my spirit flees this mortal frame
And is summoned toward the dark unknown,
I'll fare well enough with memory's flame . . .
If Love lingers when all else has flown
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC