"conduction" poems
Feeling the pain
of tectonic plates
shifting athwart my heart, I say
unbearable, but she will see-
subduction will not be the death of me.
Buried beneath,
what she betrayed,
this heart cannot go on this way.
The deep sea trenches in my brain
distort and break my peaceful face.
The shock within,
your evil sin,
fractured to the mantle, this
conduction brings a lava flow
I know my heart can love again.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
Is it true?
Somebody picked at her fire.
Flames radically grew mighty and symbolic,
newly ignited from the heat of conduction.
No amount of water would drown the luminous light,
she cried out in curiosity.
A lifetime spent designing her peace,
submissive to her needs and wants.
Please visit whenever you'd like,
how heavenly have I become?
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
My tongue left me lost
Telling stories of jungle and mirth
Vines around my voice
Sounds that were not mine
Leaked out
My mind escaped all my plans
Evading the minstrel of imagination
Symbolically dampening my conceptions
Reluctant troupe performance
A coy castaway
My legs marched without me
Trampled every blade of grass
Concluding I have no where left to run
No path at all
Upright disorderly conduct
On two feet
My heart forbade another beat
Leaving a bowl of dust to swirl
Aimless joys and sorrows
Suddenly freeze dried
coagulant
Without conduction for lust
Or anger
Thumpless
My life dropping out of sight
Evading the drones
Searching for me
Here I lay in this late hour
Evaporating like the rain puddle
With no where to go
On the hottest day of the year
Dissipating until
I vanish
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:13 AM UTC
Shall we embark upon the ancient grove, where seedlings propagate their sensual jaws of death?
We have burst forth from the liberated confines of contemporary entitlement and social communism.
Crossing through to the cosmological amusement arcade, we are presented with a melodic base and harmony which rise beyond legends of dialectical octaves within our classical symphony.
Therefore, let us use visible gestures which convey an accurate understanding of this intricate arrangement.
It is not dissimilar to the purkinje fibres of ventricular walls, because without synchronicity, the music will cease to resound across the galaxies.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
A synth is all wires, metal and acrylic.
Alone it sits upon a keyboard stand motionless.
It is plugged into a valve amplifier, all valves and solder and metal.
The synth is motionless.
And the world it lives in is silent.
The electricity dwells through the wires in the gyprock walls,
through the voltage and the conduction.
Two hundred and forty volts to be exact.
Yet it is contained within the walls. Dark and unfamiliar.
And the world it lives in is empty.
A switch is switched. The electricity is conducted.
In the blink of an eye it powers the synth and the amplifier.
The synth springs to life.
A melody filled with intervals,
ascension and harmony blasts through the amplifier,
with clarity, distorted grit and frequency.
A beautiful sound fills the air.
The synth and the electricity together at last.
And the world that the two live in together is beautiful.
JAW 29/01/11
For Marie.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
I am standing waves
of one million particles
strung against others
made of string
too weighty to remain
too light to survive.
I can’t contact
you at this octave
not cool enough
for proper conduction
soil littered, coppery
roots stretch like
the jaws of buried whales.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
just one more poem
it's a frantic rush
peripheral vision blacks out
pin point visions of tunnels
voices meld together and become music
the keyboard
or pen
or pencil
are instruments of conduction
that seem to match your heart beat
Just one more poem
you feel it bubbling within
it will die if it doesn't escape
so you write and write and write until
you get it out
crying in the new world
and you love it
until you realize
that there is still one more poem
trapped somewhere deep within you
so you try to save it
you have to save them all
because one day
there won't be time for
just one more poem
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
When the bombs fell, the world put on a different dress
It wasn’t made of silk and cotton, but of charred flesh
The waters turned to rot, the life seemed to disappear
The beds of the young became fire, they didn’t have a chance to fear
When the bombs fell, humanity took a hard swig
For it knew of the damage done, it was already feeling sick
As the screams echoed a hellish cry; safety a fairy tale, comfort a goodbye
The streets cracked with dread and despair, nothing more to be
When the bombs fell, God was merely away
Jesus seemed to be foriegn, the Devil a mere ghost
For this was something beyond evil, it was something more cold
It was the smile of darkness, a black smile across the bodies
When the bombs fell, nothing was organic
It was twisted monstrosity, of inhuman conduction
Gods black tears flowed the sewers, the hymns under the chaos
The angel of death burnt away, as the smoke never cleared
When the bombs fell, it was horror of mind
The comprehension of it all, never was fully aware
These moments came, and would never be again
They were gone, charred to the tune of atomic choirs
When the bombs fell, it was something
Mere words can never say, what it truly was
It was something disgusting, something vile
something of humanities own creation, the sickest feeling of it all
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
For you war forged it's on held truths.
A man of honor who is he.
Brilliant and smart in the same instances.
With aim there quality was mint to seek blood.
Thirty solders clicks out in a hot desert breeze.
With sand dunce full of prechers.
Man of sin, and man of hate, leave this Earth yet you linger your scars of faith.
As you approach the valley of bullets.
The Earth was opened and a scary sight was then seen.
Green, colored beings where at the station of a machine, with arms made of anti matter construction.
Flee from this place, our machine will eat your city's and fall your lady.
So the men all perk, up even more ready for there conduction.
One of the beings taller than the rest came to there level of height.
Who here is the leader of your squad.
Me a beared man says!
The being hold out your left arm.
Do not be alarmed, for we are each from a far.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
A body of music chords and sturms not required.
The body here never will it retire.
Most will seek and listen to her for desire.
Multiplier, of logic into her music she will muse your health, and tickle your sprite.
Not simply drew into scene with graphite.
At camp sights she's the fire bringer circle form of souls.
To behold, her lessons and keys to Understand, life is music, and all shall remember there worth.
Adagio, listen and enjoy for you will discover your path of being.
Albino lips speak hush your rigid anger.
Let music cleanse your behavior and calm your conduction.
The man ask of seduction, your scale is fierce keep in my mind, your beauty is musical made into devine.
No body yet you, that is "who" the conducter
We are keys in your puzzle, made to seem the reason of all.
So the keys you are now surround me with your flaws.
Disburst and subtract resume as once was.
Go threw life scaling above basic moments.
Life made mysterious, with craters on soil.
Music made to be heard.
So why not grow some more herds.
For points not able yet to be reached.
She made a music melody, so advanced when you hear your mind, will unlock hiden potentials.
That are truly essential.
For a life as a magical condition.
It is a heart, that made life as art far away yet right at place .
So as pulse and rate are in harmony with soul.
You conclude, your self on a plane that your riding coach in luxury comforts.
Gas never needing refilled for your life force is all that it will appeal.
Music is our ears soother telling us to love more than hate.
For hate has only a slow un natural pace.
That we as keys should avoid at all times.
You my music, I commences to ease the world into your harmony and power.
And shake your favorite chrods at it so it may become untralved.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
There is a sorceress,
she's cruising the sky,
in just a dark moment,
the kerb,
won't be dry,
and her breath,
with the spin of a wild tornado,
She will fight,
She will bite,
Collect up her cape,
Creep on her besom,
take serious flight,
Her teeth will snarl treetops,
bathed heaving in raindrops,
Nervous conduction in weather's eruption,
where those trees really shake,
And earth beneath quakes,
You know that you're feeling,
the full force of the storm.
(C) Livvi
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
We conduct are options of said varant.
We conclude it's conduction.
Reasons and actions are prize of a pure thought for inventions.
Ingenious the seem less degree of varantions.
Permutions and recovery of old systems with out dated ways.
For we rise to seed the galaxy's with hyper precession and achivemental development.
Hesitant as hands approaches clap being of a honorable mention.
Within a one of 3 star year.
The all which provides heaps of determation.
Too grasp a world filled of diasters and need of a drained sky.
All the chemicals processed to harm the clouds.
Changing there compostion and puffness.
Weather stages are more of strenght and winds changing as well.
Inductions and communicate and words wrote by the minds of realistic convextion of persons.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
It's late, and lost thoughts, still running,
Litter their station, these big derailed-trains,
That follow no track, but form a blank stave
To the score of night's wake, and the steady refrains
Of a maestros conduction, 'Allegro! Dawn!'
Minutes and hours pass by like still moments
my eyes still awake in their half/conscious torment
On this medium on which I scribble and write,
These words, quick to mind and quicker to leave
Before making it onto a sheet, still white.
As one becomes two and time swiftly moves,
I sit--still in waiting, attempting to soothe,
Aches of the heart and a throbbing like violence,
the remnants of day, they crash and percuss
and remind me of nights spent lost to the silence.
--
At last there is peace, a perfect refrain,
Thoughts come to a standstill, in tireless brain,
as words flow like water, a oneness with pen,
the fray has receded, and harmony found
within the last hour, I have found you -
My zen.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Every time I crave you it hurts
We aren't supposed to love each other, it won't work
But the idea of you is so pure and real
It's so hard to not let yourself feel
Whenever I admit to my desperation for you
You slip away without a clue
I was only looking for a human to reach
And I wish I didn't find another person to keep
I want something simple and easy
Not someone who makes me cheap and ******
You're the worst best thing that has happened all these years
Stop being so good to me, it's one of my greatest fears
At least don't leave me with my thoughts
To diminish this worry was something I was never taught
And I'm about two hours from complete destruction
I can feel it's beating and rapid conduction
It's awful when you don't notice my horrible pain
I never even checked to see if you felt the same
Over the course of this one week
My mind and it's health is looking rather bleak
It's a hard way of transition
I try to understand your position
but I just can't.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
You conduct, around a God, not too know if real!
So what in life, is too his appeal taking all your desires and reels.
Not me I live, with only one thang creating betterment of all.
So fade, from his shades and resume with fake sins.
Creators of God, begone from my reality I will decode your reasons.
So as too the seasons "rain storm, and "hail" making preposition of a once blue sky now pale.
I walk among other life and feel at one.
Autmum, colors and crisp green grass under a sky gray.
Yeilds of grand crops for a rich soil is prized at a hoes first touch.
Too a God, of matter he formed are they really creation, for a magical being where's the wand.
A cave left with out his placement "where did he go" as head's begin to scratches.
A holy, wind blew blowing dust in all directions who seek's me of none death.
The Cave, was dry now as they begin speak of whom the is of.
I creation of toy's will sport you in results.
Successful, my deduction is you all move, with flaws and commit pointless moves.
All the matter of spaces are mine.
So think of any format, or conduction even a program, for the consideration of all is all.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
It is but words that shake our feet and tours that seep the fleet.
So as two it wonder, wild sheep in a texture of seasoned streets.
Our mind is our version of reality based conduction.
So too keep with the witty words and thought''s too production.
We should keep in mind our Instruction.
Do white hats come with there cool deductions.
Puzzle and moves from a flavor of cos play.
Her words cover the pixel with arrays of love.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Sir, I'm not sure if your ego is up to par.
Its seems it is never near always at a far.
When's the last time you've drank in a bar.
Lady of the Ocean, give me your peace of devotion.
So I can make my daily promotion.
Whisper fly into a sail of my boat's tallest emotion.
Find your saddle and prepare too ride because my scripture, is in the hide of the Mountain.
And if you can find don't come back a crying for my words are power and source.
Lion's set at the peak of my tides and thunder grasp the tree's that should have divorced.
Ego flood my Ocean, not yet ready too under stand the master code, that I have harvested to sand.
When the sky flirts with space you then may comment because of the emotional state in which you are located.
Never get stove mad when ego''s cascade.
And vilagers place there new hand to complete a warrior such fan.
It's a rhyme in time, that makes a correction with a discussion on matters of conduction.
Level your smile and drift not at sea.
For we float above the world mad of grief.
And disolve the section also corn feet.
Doth a man, is ruby atired he make money from wind and his towers.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Yo tell me this when did you get here.
Because I've been here before here was here.
So as I look at you my peers.
I flap my jaws seeking to unravel your minds.
Gravel and grit inbetween the night of day.
Do you fear, light brother because your pigments will turn to a foggy view.
Life of a limitless being, is great if the seeks a invitation you too will love the life version I seem.
Project, life going great to live in the ultra unraveling held conduction.
Yes I past the test with flying colors.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Lenses, eyeliner, eyebrow liner, lipgloss, lipstick, mascara, blusher, contour, highlights, heels, dressing senses, conduction;
It will all be impossible without you.
Happy 44th Birthday ma!
I truly love you♥️
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
letters
make up
love and
lose
four each
for both in fact
as well as
loving and
losing
six for one
twelve overall
although
the same amount of
anything
does not make it
interchangeable
what code
crafted in my genetic
makeup
by matter itself
in the universe’s
vision
created me
with the
blessing and
curse
to
see myself with
the entire world
beauty of pansexuality
in company with
complete
confusion
behind the
pink
yellow
blue
such color
selective in image
for a concept so
free
love
the one
notion
phrase
expression
that fills the role of
noun
this is
love
verb
i can act with
love
adjective
you are lovely
my
love
i will meet
someone
who like me
puts
phoenixes
to shame
in the number of times
they
die
and are reborn
through
love
it is boundless
built in bone
and flesh
everywhere
no translation necessary
human conduction
men
women
gender placement
or none
when i love
you are
one person
above the
necessary elements of
living
rob the title of
air
water
nourishment
take it and me along with it
‘you’ is substituted
for whoever
i happen to
fall
to
in
for
and when or if
you lose
me
or i you
just know
i break
like
moonlight
through
night
then i get to
love myself
all over again
anew
as dawn
- haley
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
Snowfall scene- notes on a score-
Winter’s music falling plays
Entrancing eyes to listen, to explore.
This wintry prelude inviting gaze..
As by unseen will, unheard instruction
Sway the trees as do the winds,
But taking cues from Nature’s conduction
Give swelling notes that gently dim
A heaven of clouds, fleeing, dark,
In passing feeds a sea of snow
Dark pine trees of snow-painted bark
Sway in unison- thanks they show
No moon, no stars to improve
This symphony untouched by light
Seemingly glows, while seeming to move
My withheld breath, my frozen sight
The tempo of this voiceless song
That puts this winter’s night to rest
Slows to largo with notes prolonged-
And Winter’s dreams, who could guess?
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC