"cohesively" poems
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
What he will give is the incipient bare minimum
of his heartbeat
He’ll reveal just
the washed out clamoring of his horded desire
all because there would be nothing left in his own perception
of a universe that may reduce his secret lust to nothing.
implode like terrorists on the fantasy of his greatness yet to come…
although we are born magnificent; which then gets blinded out by all the hearsay of our original sin
he won’t go too far with a notion of
blissful ‘otherness’
nor squeeze too many lemons
he’s got no room for confidence sugar stored
on his empty shelf
*however negative space can be
a good thing*
(he has heard)
he’s dumbfounded when he wants more from someone
and expects the best of their yet to be born
mind reading abilities to:
just
understand who he is
or
“be gone I say!”
…(hehehe) -writer could not help it-
scathed in baby blisters by his choices so far...
it was of course!
all the:
****** babble of growing up in his _Family of origin_/original sin
where he learned to swim so comfortably in precious
Aloneness ----- -Aloofness-
and there he became more real than ever
---Ahh well...it’s the grand excuse for
most of his life
until he feels the scratch of his riotous ‘settling for’
is bleeding ****** ******
and then one day he looks in the mirror and a ghost like
stroke (not yet manifested)
spotlights his over bearing mind to feel what it has
~done did~
disconnected with deeds of the heart
and foresight/manipulation
for naught
he then finds out his heart needed more than a cup of
tea and a scone (mid 40's)
he finds out his emotional impasse was so ****
false (almost 50)
and that his lack of allowing others in
was truly a waste of mental constructs
(Solid 51)
this I know like my own dry eyed nodding
I was him
(the now pleasure of hindsight... 55)
but all the 'do right' stuff is cohesively on time
all the contrast that created a calling for
again and again
this leaning
to love
Linaji 2011
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 12:58 AM UTC
You woke me up when light touched
Our sleeping forms in shadow
Morning never held as much surprise for you
As waking up at midnight did
Cold smoke windows buffering
What little I could see of your face
Then you smiled
Lit up the room like a bonfire
Warm and safe running fingers through
What I feel is heaven, your beard
Groaning softly, no please don't roll over
Here is where we fit just right
Tracing sacred lines of our cosmic geometry
Making trapezoidal hearts along your fault lines
I'm no math major but I know a square root
When I see one
Always 1+1
Why can't we be it all?
Adding together for eternity
Until our edges fit cohesively
Instead of waiting for the light to melt them
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
I prefer one word at a time,
seeing the texture
and the feeling of it’s tone.
Touch every word with your hands
and know each provides it’s own sense
of momentary gratification. Having that aspect
of a word, with the capacity to produce what it names.
Try to understand how words change and build
layers within a greater string of description.
Drawing a line in the sand
that coils in three dimensions,
in an image told by subtle realities.
Black marks on a white space,
shading in the negative space,
sketching in the depth of perception,
more deeply than we should know,
Thoughts are hallowed out,
filled with generations of sound,
cohesively acquiring sense more subtle,
in a variety not seen with a passing glance.
As the word takes on meaning,
image finds color and form.
I love sculpting the harmonies
to sing sleepless melody tunes
of tones and scripts, high and low,
inevitably intertwining
in symphony to our mouths.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:05 PM UTC
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
i wish you could’ve seen it
the way we love in my dreams-
we were moving
cohesively pulsating
like the cells that course
throughout our veins
and keep us breathing
and alive.
i wish you understood that.
i wish you would have asked me
before leaving that night.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
#
*They take into themselves, living water
from the vine strip that love brought to them from
the canopy's Gathering--
from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus
And behold, they are unafraid,
these thirsty-ones--
these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets
these illustrious, winged smolts--
stream-drawn,
ocean spawned.
Their wings: give flight? No, not quite;
(though for an eternity they have flown.)
And ever since love, its been known
ever evolving, they are..
yet never fully grown--
The Living water
keeps them stretching, reaching..
yearning, for a wind
that will give their hearts a home,
seed-sown.*
#
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
And so on and especially so forth, as it shall in time provide your journey's story and future clues to the scavengers of whom may choose to pursue, and even if they might peruse and cruise, they shall never ***** or shout, or begin to muck about but instead all cohesively be care free and gumption fillled to the Ump's teenth degree. Progress for the Better, Don't read the blinding letter... but if you do, Why pray our souls to keep, in a pickled formaldehyde case, so ******* cheap, that it eventually begins to seep and creep into the membranes of societies creek, who proceed to reap... and sOw, everything you thought you know, and renipulate and regurgitate their own versions of twisted and ManUScripted fate. They say don't hate, just **********
But the Globe is warm, despite all their charm
So I say we try and pray collectively all at once some day and unite the nobles of our HUMAN race.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
I am a song.
I sing identity,
shape,
sorrow,
color,
doubt,
ache,
smell,
story.
I play my rhythms carefully - cohesively - carelessly - disorientedly.
I am a note on a page
in a piece
of a collection
of an anthology.
I am small,
I am weak,
and no one remembers me.
I stand on one leg,
a bleed from one strike
of a pen.
By myself
I am nothing,
but I still exist
to create something
with every other bleed.
And we will make music
because we are not mistakes.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Temptation blinds us as our bodies dance so perfectly rhythmic
Cohesively combined and intertwined in and act so divine until
The sensation reminds us that our powers together are cataclysmic
The way you're designed must be make believe, intelligence's will
Searching for words to procure for your essence would be absurd
Even my futile attempts here and now will somehow be obscured
So let this be a warning to me to enjoy the journey and all endured
From her spell I can never be cured, and rest is never again assured
So may our ghosts elope and dance with the fateful wind
Because I never, ever want this majestic perfection to end
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
I follow the motions of the daily commute,
and let myself submerge hopes in the deep waters of stress,
anxiety,
and confusion.
I feel pretty hopeless, but
I also feel the movement,
the heat,
of bodies everywhere.
Makes me think.
Bodies that hold minds,
and souls
more capable than the credit given.
But there are also bodies that are not occupied with the heart desperately needed to love all.
Learn that love will conquer all.
Bodies that are not full of life,
and compassion.
Learn that we are all one.
There's a lack of longing to coexist peacefully
and support each other in times that are brutally violent,
and feel near the end.
Everyone's just a lone individual,
minding their own,
not living cohesively in this world big enough for two that we're supposed to be sharing.
We're supposed to be sharing dreams,
sharing goals,
sharing stars;
Assets to reach our personal universes and discover our own space full of different planets waiting for our exploration.
We're supposed to be pushing each other up.
Maybe that's why we have so many problems:
we're all so alone
and we don't
even
realize it.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
I am a gloriously amorphous glob of tidal identity waxing and waning from unrecognizably dissipated thought systems to cohesively recognizable energetic structures. Behold, I am typing words and as I do so I am dismantling the very foundation of my preexisting paradigm because as it is dismantled it is no longer the existing paradigm but even so the existing paradigm is always the existing paradigm in that it is operating currently. Hurrah!! Onward, to where no one has gone before, to where no now has never evered till this very now! To infinity, and before that!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I fall in love with the day, the suns ray hits the side of my face. Feels like a soft warm kiss. I feel loved. I appreciate the way I am able to live and breath. Inhale & exhale as the wind blows by - such a cool breeze. I look up and see the birds as they fly together in a pack - a bird in the front and one in the back. They work together to get to their destination. I commend them because they seem to work with no hesitation. Maybe, we, humans can learn a thing or two. Work cohesively as we do what we do. Less fighting more peace! Is that the next chant? The day is beautiful, so I want to cherish it. I won’t take it for granted as hours, minutes, seconds pass by. Hold your head up girl, you’re doing fine. Take a moment , think about life. I think about the goals that I set that seem pretty high. Life is Something so short but it could have me up thinking all night. I won’t let no thoughts faze me. I have learned to love the day cause i.d.k. if I will have another chance. Everyday is a blessing, do and be your very best. Learn to smile and give love till you are laid to rest. And if the day is bad , don’t be vexed but remember the day that is coming up next.
Stay dope.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
I hope we meet in a void somewhere in the distant future. Somewhere our souls have connected and bodies float. An essence of ourself free to roam across the unseen dimensional universe we dream about. Take me to the place where our creators flaunt. Not far from here but you can't get there by foot, nor car, nor plane. It takes two to reach a state of spiritual independence in the universe to represent one another as a species. A species made to strive off of a counter part. Cohesively strengthening each others weaknesses to one day maybe find this place we write about. The place where we understand the word time and to teach us the moral principals we forgot when we became these selfish beings. An hunger to be an immortal inter-dimensional being and shed the flesh of my morality. Give us life in a distant sea so that we may begin a world selfishly.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
blond is
poetic to exhaustion.
cohesively soulful.
progressive but not obnoxiously ambitious.
euphorically sinister of nostalgia.
naked with a rebelliously warm tone.
tastefully sour like an onion.
the Sistine Chapel of r&b.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
You have got to stop
Rushing head first into every little spark
Because sometimes they don't exist
And even when they do
You always end up hurt
I know you don't want to hear this
But just listen
Pull up the emergency brake
The next time you think about falling in love
Because that in itself is wrong
Completely, utterly, ridiculous
You shouldn't be thinking about falling in love
You seem to mistake the gas pedal
For the floor brake
You don't cohesively use left and right
It's like you don't know they could work together
So I am begging you
If you aren't going to use the full power of braking
Taking a heart recess
Then act like you are just beginning
Be terrified and brave
Gently press the gas
Not to hard
And if you start speeding
I'm go to pull your heart's emergency brake
Because whiplash in love
Is awful
Concessive hearts don't beat right
And a broken heart is always caused by
A heart not braking
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC