"comprehensions" poems
trepidation.
walk on eggshells. Don't make the wrong move. words are more powerful than you know. vanquished by them, yet again. Woulds never heal when written by a blade of sound.
walk away.
hopeless, forlorn. dejected and rejected. failure cuts a knife so deep. why. Never should make a person feel, this way. rejected. a state of being denied, shunned, dropped, jilted or abandoned. Drop-kicked is more accurate. through thoughts and feelings and walls of un-intention. Unintentional doesn't mean, unafflicting. It's not unconditional.
Up, down, turn around. Hide and seek, but words will always find you. Ominous. Noxious. Apocalyptic. Impending and inauspicious, never pending doom. Don't drown. words surround. Overpower and oppress, get in touch with loneliness. Inescapable. Better to surrender. words.
Immobilize. Can't even hear. Things being said, here. take out. shut off. take over. can't control. it's overtaking. seize power. let go. it'll never stop. Beaten. Buried. Conquered. No respite here. Weariness, none do care. Defeated, run-over. a dump truck of cruelty crushing, running over your heart. The soul is next. **** the heart, now defeat the senses. can't, survive. stressed and, suppressed.
The power of a consonant hath never been matched.
Rip apart, tear down from the start. People don't matter when reduced to mere words and petty emotion. Remove humanity. Steal personality. Nothing matters. Anymore. Disheartened and, Decomposed. Striped bare. unaware. doesn't matter, anymore.
forebodingly frightful. frustrating, feeble, failing, falling, faintheartedly framed. Fuddled. Flustered. No solution to this mess. no respite from such unbearable distress. The fright won't subside.
What a great terror, to be left outside. Alone. In the dark. words. tear, destroy. Shut out in the cold, still scared and alone. Abandoned and deserted. Desolate in a land of cruel misintentions. Uneager comprehensions.
Falling, no stopping. Fear suffocating any chance for hope. Fall.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
*Transitory Light & Supernova Streaks,
Her ****** Hues Blooming In Rhythmic Techniques,
As Her Elemental Vanity Circles The Clones,
She ***** My Sanity With Her Illuminated Tones,
Euphoric Comprehensions Etched In Her Holographic Moans,
In Seductive Dimensions She Reveals Her Pornographic Unknowns,
Serene Luminescence Of Her Prodigal Demise,
Procreating In Her Decays of Her Astral Guise,
Psychotropic Debris Caressing Her Reprise,
Stardust Petals Confessing Her Eyes,
Sulphur Promises In Her Trapped Desire
Vicious Bouquets Of Her Nocturnal Fire,
The Carnival Flirts In Her Melodic Choir,
Futile Rage Gracing In Her Satire,
Tranquil Stitches Glimmering In Saffire,
Encrypted In Cold And Catatonic Bonfires,
Illustrious Grandeur In Her Chimerical Verse,
Rudimentary Amour of her metaphysical universe,
Blows of Blues Metamorphosing In Floral Curse,
Entropic Cassettes & Blossoms In Her Cigarettes,
As The Process Resets & She Mutates Into Velvet.
- 06:24 AM*
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Across the blistered gibber plain where flies die in the sand
Through swamps of prickly sago where rotting death is planned,
To stride in windblown tussock hills where wind vanes carved their say
To saunter groves of green tree fern where moa giants did play.
In clearings cut with alkali, tusked elephant would loom
With crevassed hides, Methuselah, once aged in terms of doom.
Whilst high above the rocky crags of ancient mountain high,
The keening screech of kestral soaring up to deep blue sky.
Heavy boots in crusted sand where tiny lizards flee
Amidst the rust red rubble of volcanic rock and scree,
To clamber up the ignimbrite, great Vulcan's steps of stone,
Encrusted with thick epiphyte in lichen's mossy home.
Up into the altitude where dark cloud clusters here
And the threat of rolling thunder indicates that rain is near,
Torrential in it's downpour with sudden squall of gale
Surmounted, all quite suddenly, with a blinding blast of hail.
Staggering to shelter in a tiny alpine hut
To find hot coffee on the woodstove and a curvy, hot young ****
To find us frollicking together beneath a patterned patchwork quilt
Was quite beyond my imagination's comprehensions built?
And afterwards in slumber through the curtains of our room
I watched, in fascination, at a hanging, frozen moon
And wondered, in amazement, at the doings of the day
And speculated, sleepily, where tomorrow's prospects lay.
Blearily I stretch out from the covers, nicely warm
To nullify persistence of that alarm's intruding horn,
Yawning into morning I remove myself from bed
With panicked realisation....all dreams evacuate my head.
Vanished are the alpine hut, the dolly bird, the caves
The crash of rolling thunder and the plunge of mighty waves,
Gone are those phantoms which dwelt inside my mind
Devestatingly dismissed until re-dreamed another time.
M.
Pukehana Paradise
13 December 2014
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Dig deep poet;
You too reader;
Commandment One:
Both must obsess to possess,
Air the curvature of each line
shape with two hands, creasing and
no ceasing not till the air waves have filled
your flushed face with compressed comprehensions
You weep as you compose!
Good!
The well of tears where hid
the pool of emotions
in cavernous reservoirs
in the center of your
gravity,
needs a daily tapping,
a draining, a purification,
a quenching sweet and
raucous
where you dig, salted water will come
in the soiled, imperial but imperfect body/mind cappuccino,
there are swirls of treasures, sins and histrionics
that need discovery, expiation, expulsion,
when~then, object is surgically removed,
accept surging water will desoil,
and you can revel
in the revelation
of honest effort
Debate Commencement:
reveal, which, what and how
much, how much? how much?
(this reverbs)
what must be shared,
what must be reburied,
what must be refuted,
what must be reconstructed,
refurbished,
and what must be
demolished & deconstructed
ah, but as soul judge,
you hold yourself to a higher standard,
but in all of this but two constraints rule:
the quality of the recalled data,
the quantity of storage space delimitation
do not tease us with rivulets, nor bury
us under thunderous rushes of memories
spilling and cresting with a reek of abandon,
unless, you’re abandoning the memory en tout,
giving us your newly orphaned all innermost,
then, we must accept the product of your labor,
whether it be spoiled fruit or glorious
truth
Tuesday Apr 16
8:32AM
(the year of pollard, a/k/a 2024)
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 8:51 AM UTC
SUCH an ancient wisdom radiating from HIS words
chiming through each syllable this wise, OLD MAN spoke
granting me visions beyond the obvious of my world
a time to uncover comprehensions that have not yet awoke...
KISS the man - the boy, then rip out his beating heart
eat his pulsating ***** as it fades, as it pumps, dripping its final blood
savor the sensation of terminated life gushing through your red, sticky fingers
watch his flesh, sprawled on the floor, die in its own flood
THE OLD MAN knew - HE could see through to the true me
though I had never encountered HIM in this life before
HE told me to, **** the man, free, and
"Repent of all the years spent wallowing in monstrosities and sin..."
"LOVE the man before you rip out his heart
"Bite by bite, be nourished as he dies in hell
"feel his life-blood smearing on your face, dripping off your chin..."
all of this the guidance, all the OLD MAN had to tell
THE OLD MAN whisper-spoke with a cracked, arid voice
crowned tones birthed of a knowledge, a wisdom, the man never possessed
for all of this, I have cried, but now I am done
the OLD MAN, to me, also said, "now to be blessed..."
I'LL kiss the man, then, heartlessly tear out his heart
I shall shred it, destroy it, spit as I throw it to the floor
****** spatterings, glistening red, surround me
and it is by this end, le fin, that I'll reach out and grasp the **** of my new door
OR so the OLD MAN told me...
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC
an uninterested archaeologist studied the bones of eight
dead citizens who had a gradually tightened their grips around our dreams, tapering
as furling curtains swathed the incoming light, swirling, forcing it into nonentity
one would steer the ill-fated course of all.
bury the hatchet that was used to hatch you
put all of your eggs into one spermicidal basket
only the heavy-handed preamble to my funeral
could weigh against such lofty comparisons
we commuted to separated isles, each with their own emulation of truth
with cathartic perspectives, trees wait to abed in your predestined lynching
placing viney nooses into mother nature's scrapbook, a cherished keepsake,
your freckled dna, an infinitesimal page in her tattered cookbook
only in an afterworld will you be allowed to read your book's foreword
know that there is no snooty producer to create for you a cash-in sequel
they all watch you from afar, hungry, salivating
failing to make a distinction between your life and demise
their story's nothing but an interminable sad ending
a null conclusion with nothing to conclude
it holds its breath, crosses its fingers
hoping again to come through
as I placed defeat to my temple and squeezed
I veered into a claustrophobic brick encasement
colored with lifelessness, detachment
and learned infinity is combustible;
an unfolding polygonal paper
forever unwrapping
I've walked with wrecked leagues
casually entered fiery caverns
and the chilling daytime before me,
never is it compelling
I resigned my mind, contemplated grave comprehensions
redid everything, coughing opuses, deftness, drugged insight
my tactics turned to taciturn. no one was conducting
the open metaphor of your eyes, rendering
internal captions. endless captive renditions
my adoration:
the thickly-caked rust in the kitchen faucet
if you catch my spotty, deposited
despot eyes in direct sunlight,
you'll realize their dimness
staring vacantly
into oncoming traffic,
looming passages
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
the dogeared man
his tattered face looks into the oncoming
weather with resigned indignation
his eyes set deep into the beaten lines of his face
deep tan marks the passage of years
in the anvil of the hallendale sun
he mutters something to me
but so caught by the crawling beast of his appearance
i remain ignorant of the words
but not the meaning
he gathers me with a hand pulling on my sleeve
impels me to the concrete with comprehensions
we scatter the sand our treading had garnished from the beach
like a tenuous trail of grey
mixed with our wet footprints
already evaporating like calypso songs in the night air
he leads me to his ramshackle porch
where a thousand treasures have come to decay
where all roads of the mind lay moist with tears
i look into the dusty window to the threadbare house
there written on the wall with neat hand
is a promise from soul to soul
that he would wait for her
till time itself died
he shuffles through his backpack
pulling from its dark content
all matter of silver and gold trinket
which he tosses all into a mouldering pile in the corner
untill he reaches his true prize
a single plastic rose
and he whispers
'for you my love...for you'
he sets it at the foot of the wall
bearing his words for his lover
there it lay with a thousand other
plastic roses stained with tears
stained by the years
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Whenever i look at the blue sky... I feel so small and blessed at the same time. And the same question keeps bothering my mind...
Am i lucky?
Born in my own time... Place... Family... Just simply being where i am and what i am now....?
I am just one of billions of people moving along with this planet around the sun.
I am not lucky.... I guess...
I just happen to be here...
Genetic rule... Universe rule...
Limited by time and space...
Happen to know people that i know...
Another fifty years and i'd probably not be here anymore. Neither would people that i know. And very soon we'll be forgotten.
Our memories linger still... Unnoticed...
Like dim light of a star being outshone by other brighter stars.
Nobody can see it. Not because it is not bright enough. But it is too far.
Filling the infinite and vast voids out there.
In another dimension.
Somewhere beyond our thoughts, believes, and comprehensions.
I am what i am where i am...
I simply am...
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
You make me whole
in ways I cannot comprehend,
in ways that I am forced to keep inside
because once they are physically spoken,
it seems as if they are inadequate descriptions
of how I really feel.
You make me whole
in ways I cannot comprehend,
like how one cannot fathom
each constellation
and how every star plays its
significant role,
like how one refuses to decipher
the ringing of their guitar
as the sound fades into that of
energized atoms
which make up the air around
each vibration.
You make me whole
in ways I cannot comprehend,
in ways that are too grand
for as average a mind as mine,
although I hope to have enough time
to wrap my head around
the idea of being complete
--if there ever comes such a day.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
i see people
they’re wearing those sneakers
i’m wearing those sneakers too
but i first saw them laced
upon my music saviors feet
in 1980 something
and not on the pretty girl's
her poetry is sad
i throw my head in the voice’s direction
i sigh
when the girl who mourns for consolation
claims ownership
they think she’s specials
beautiful broken
deep as the sea
i wonder if i seem just like her
i wish there was something special
i touched your back
as you cried
because i wished for your repair
you didn't feel it between all the other's
as they touched your back
filled with curiousness
searching for a cause of your woe
you declaimed your hate of the world
to me
i sat beside you
grasping your words
tossing them between the fingers of my thoughts
they sat beside you
anticipating their next turn to speak
and what that would lump consists of
feeling only a fraction of apprehension for your words
you thank them for listening
and not me
i wish the world turned on genuine intent
now it feels wrong and mixed up
to exist as i do
despite assumable unawareness
i understand them
i have no right to say this anyways
i’m scared because
i’m probably just like them
and maybe they’re just like me
everyone is different
are we though?
maybe we all have the same soul
just different comprehensions and articulation
i’m scared because
i’ll never know
i cant explain half the things i feel
nobody can explain half the things they feel
maybe i’m wrong about it all
we're all so small
it doesn't matter that we wear the same shoes
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Drenched fabled tales
Consuming this fall of ideals
A lonesome morbid sea I have yet to set sail
These unexploited comprehensions
Leeching parasites that simply rely on our fears
The worry on faceless projections
There's so much more for the world to know
The hidden truths of this demesion and the unknowns the next
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 3:36 AM UTC
I know this jasmine girl
On her tender age,
This young and beautiful innocent woman,
She is full of misery and pain
Who has seen sufferings
Beyond comprehensions
Since her innocence years
A beautiful jasmine girl
Whose heart is golden
Yet full of life and lights
Undeniably brave under
Her uncontrollable circumstances.
I compared myself with her standing
And found no words to describe
my stupidity, how much
I complain about simple things
My silliness for crying rivers for
Like to a pinch of a needle or for
A scratch under my toenails
Or for a seasonal cold or flu
Compared to her life threatening
Complications and diagnoses
Which she is suffering from each day
Since her youthful days.
I feel her pains cutting through
My veins like a double edged knife and
Yet unable to do a single thing for her
except, wishing, wishing that
Just for a blink of a ticking second,
I wished to be God
For I can take her pains away
To see her smile for a day
To see her take her first pain free steps
Like a little child whose heart melts
To her first toy play.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Taste the essence of frailty.
Ride comprehensions slip
And slide, careening into dementia.
Arise into normality, and laugh as everyone dances
A merry tune. Hilarious fun.
Grasp at the heavy spoon and be hungry.
Have you forgotten how to eat dear? Here, allow me.
Content starvation. A crippling disability
Take the cup.
Drink now, no don’t gulp.
You didn’t finish your meal, are you not hungry today?
Please, I’m starving.
Take the fork with too many gaps and enjoy the soup and smile as the monkey takes the bulb.
Sit in darkness and wait for help, that never comes.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
one to dictate and conquer,
while others divide,
to deliver a letter on the other side,
all to pillage for its own victory,
consistency to met its satisfactions,
to mesmerize its sanctioned rule,
the constant space time ,
to reach to the hill,
and grab the flag for all ,
to meet resistance and its end of the road,
hail to the axe.
with the sword held higher,
ride your horses
and blow the trumpet
our triumph shall prevail
no more pawns to sacrifice.
to an epic battle that take place,
the high sand of red ash,
what would simply say and the comprehensions,
that take wild perception,
spare all those consciousness,
and all those who dethrone you,
slay them never forget the roots of your origin,
with all its glorious and its meaning .
nothing belong to this wretched world,
eliminate anything that blocks your path,
with difference calculated,
fly all well with the wings of icarus on your back,
to follow the chariot ,
and see it end,
the end of all ends ,
and its much clearer when you see the truth.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Our bond formed by fate can never be broken because with each rising sun you enter my dawdling mind and my heart begins to quaver like the birds of freedom
Too soon, the sunlight glitters
As the dawn turns to gray to gold
Her 'i love you' came leisurely
Like the monsoon pouring down on a cracked roof
There are fondness songs in her eyes singing lullabies
When she hover pin me down with her stare
There are love poems on the tip of her tongue
I taste while kissing her
There are good vibes that surpassed all tribes in giving off the positivity i need for my stubborn reality
For her meaningful silence
That gave me better comprehensions
I would dauntlessly lay out to her
That the way i feel for her
They say drowning is bad, but how about
Drowning in love?
I want to swim in the deepest parts of her soul
Above all powers off i float
Higher than all earthly treasure
To a kingdom without measure
Above all myths made stone
Vast than every regal throne
Wild night's that last through dawn
Rocking and rolling out in my lawn
She wraps one around in the cadence of her voice, like old songs one had forgotten about
I' am feeling the rhythm and melody of her sway
Divine ecstasy in pleasures
I am feeling so sublime.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
5.19.2016-
From the touch of wind to the glistening feed of bright blue ocean waves surrounding my knees.
To the questioning of nothing off in the sense of when asking, what else is out there?
Neither bored or glimpsed of fairness in today,
left with remains of I am still here to make up my day. It might not make all the comprehensions in the world anymore to my heart when words whisper nothing but truth near my ears. Yet I understand now what it can be to hear ration. With this, and without swallow- I’ll let my feet wander back to the bright blue sky, back to the sea, once again feeling it for what it is. For what it truly is.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
My only love after ages
I will run my fingers over your every scar and ask where each one came from
Our bond formed by fate can never be broken because with each rising sun you enter my dawdling mind and my heart begins to quaver like the birds of freedom
Too soon, the sunlight glitters
As the dawn turns to gray to gold
Her 'i love you' came leisurely
Like the monsoon pouring down on a cracked roof
There are fondness songs in her eyes singing lullabies
When she hover pin me down with her stare
There are love poems on the tip of her tongue
I taste while kissing her
There are good vibes that surpassed all tribes in giving off the positivity i need for my stubborn reality
For her meaningful silence
That gave me better comprehensions
I would dauntlessly lay out to her
That the way i feel for her
They say drowning is bad, but how about
Drowning in love?
I want to swim in the deepest parts of her soul
Above all powers off i float
Higher than all earthly treasure
To a kingdom without measure
Above all myths made stone
Vast than every regal throne
Wild night's that last through dawn
Rocking and rolling out in my lawn
She wraps one around in the cadence of her voice, like old songs one had forgotten about
I' am feeling the rhythm and melody of her sway
Divine ecstasy in pleasures
I am feeling so sublime.
I promise to spend the rest of my life by your side, to laugh with you, cry with you, to believe in you and support you. Together we are better than we could ever hope to be alone.
You literally mean the world to me and I love you beyond belief. You make me so happy every day. I can’t believe that we’ve come so far and it makes me feel so grateful having you by my side all the time. I miss you when you’re not with me and appreciate everything that you do for me. All the memories we’ve made so far have been so fun and i hope there are many more to come.
Your love taught me.
How love changes the map of time,
It taught me that when I love…
The earth stops spinning.
Loving you is not only my passion,
But it has also become my sole creed,
Yes it is my unfailing duty, darling
Loving you is like finally be safe and warm
After a snow storm
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
Love is naturally overtime
It goes deep as it unfolds
with endless silver lines
and is sometimes dead cold
In my old own fiery Sun
i have seen love endure
the toughest of situations
lines of dark comprehensions
have seen you grow
a house to a sweet home
peace in sweet plenty
and a heart hardly empty
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC