"coruscate" poems
She was seated there
Alone
Alone in darkness
Her amorphous shadow displaced
On the cold floor
By the light from the dying moon
The silence was too loud
And so were her thoughts
Depressing suicidal thoughts
Her soul banished
In an abyss of grotesque
Psychological torture
From a distance
A coruscate of hope
An opportunity to escape
Her anathematized reality
All of this because of him
The man of his dreams
The one she knew
Was absolute for her
The only one who wouldn't relinquish her
Like everyone did
Death!
Surreptitiously he
Approached her
And she whispered
"Take me with you"
But even he had a type
And she wasn't his
And just as she was before
She remained to be
A piece of **** in a ****** society!
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
falling
unfading
timeless
towards paradise
fingertips streaming
spirals of howling light
beyond the speed of ecstasy
flying blind
knowing unseen
the unbroken strand
that binds two
through boundless halls
of celestial wonder
skimming across astral seas
split the surface
peel back the facade
plunge beyond the deep
spread your wings
for me
envelope me
ride the cresting wave
rushing inside of you
through my tantric eye
we coruscate
and transmute
constantly becoming
infinitely and intricately
being
converged
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The ******** that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called Love
Those who make *** in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you **** babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris, limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan baptize the Christ and lead him on
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We…
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
Fluorescent blossom upon the midnight sky
Aiming to arrest the coruscate stars
Expecting they comply, though, forevermore denied...
False luminous blurs, nothing more than barricading bars
Try... Try, their brightness painfully cries
And so, brilliantly surpassing inadequate set pars
Truthfulness glimmer on... I beg you never die.
Unending navy blue, gorgeous deep yellow stars
Your lying sky... dulling the perfect natural sky as it lie
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
here's to a la mort of a love that can never be,
a outrance of feelings that never got to be expressed.
i hate that my heart is so refractory,
how can i be in love with someone i know nothing about?
never seen you yet somehow i've seen you,
never spoken to you yet i've had numerous conversations about you..
i want to enodate my thoughts onto the canvas that is your heart,
but how can i?
you're probably in love with a lightskin beauty,
but is there any room for a caramel skinned Queen?
or will i be too much of a challenge,
too much of something too brilliant?
my feelings for you are pygalgia,
please darling allow me the chance
to search your soul & find the most unappealing things,
but love you anyway...
you're soul is too ostrobogulous for a quean,
may my being coruscate in the very darkest place of your heart.
til you realize your soul's worth,
til you realize yupukta my love.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Above the welkin,
many luminous orbs coruscate with perseveration.
These disorganized celestial bodies emulate one another
but their uneven rhythm is apparent to starry eyed observers.
Eyes gazing
fascinated by the unmeasurable exquisiteness that exists
just beyond outstretched hands.
As one beholder marveled
the other closed disconsolate eyes
and gravitated towards the tangible.
It was in that moment
that the steadfast watcher found
what it was that they had been seeking.
A falling star dropped just low enough
that with desperate leaping and grasping
it was within reach.
The burning had not been accounted for.
Nor had the sudden departure
from the satellite that orbited just a little to close
and had only the desire to emulate others
with uneven rhythm.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Indelible girl, your coruscate and glow
Incandescent like the fires of the sky
Your smile it radiates, your laughter is rainbow
You've a heart like the halls of Versailles
In fields of roses, they turn to you
For in your presence the sun looks bleak
Enchanting like the iridescent hue
Indelible girl, you are truly unique
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.
Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.
As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.
TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.
JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.
Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.
If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”
And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
i.
I shalt continueth to giveth mine
Aeipathy to mine sweetheart Jane;
Kissing her Lip's, juice running succulent
Again, again, and repeating over again.
ii.
Aerial on vapor circle's, tip-toeing,
Unworldly, ourn halo's coruscate;
Aloft sketches of cumulus imitate
Me and mine Reyna's rainbow shade.
iii.
Her Chatoyant face
And her glace shape;
Envelop's me inside
Her preternatural grace.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
as usual a
b
o
u
t
me goes the supple trunks. thralling ribbons.
collapse;doi to the clutch of soft roots stupidly and muscles.
more now lightning strings coruscate ardently loving the earth.
vibrate femininity suddenly
correct in my winter. hot petals meddle in the snow. and melt.
i'm not who i wasn't
or who
i am. frosted. but calmly:ami unfreezing in cup of dainty
p
a
l
m (s.he) is the heat.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
akhila
queen of masks!
each veil worn
to germanic perfection
they’ve become you,
hiding that true deity
lurking deep within
each motley camouflage
a charade to quell
a rising dam
of kaleidoscopic emotions
bubbling from regrettable actions
of lives past
this towering fortress
surrounding your jello heart
self built, brick by brick
and coated with
the leaded paint of distrust,
is now impenetrable
akhila
sporting a thousand faces!
lose that stealthy visor of denial,
and true to your name
open your white silk kimono
at once
to let the tides in
and watch that inner pink lotus coruscate
who am i?
the beleaguered king
tired of wearing a million cloaks
and desperately looking
to lose them all
in order to find
my true goddess akhila
© 2019
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
She seduced me
With every part of her
She tempted me
To delve deep into her essence
Indulge in the sweetness
The sweetness I desired
The sweetness I was lacking
Savor the flavor of temptation
High on this natural ecstasy
I kissed her from her feet
to her pretty face
Her lips I want to taste
Losing myself in her
Was the easiest thing that I could do
It was second nature
Refuge from the dark
Into the light of her bliss
Shining bright as the brightest
star in the darkest night
of her soul
Fire licking our hearts
Passion running wild within us
Shining as bright as Hell
Sparkling beyond belief
Cody Shull, 2016
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
you held me under the honeyed glow
of autumn moonlight
and my spring tide surged.
your luminescence
filled the zenith
of my sugar-studded night sky.
but you are not my moon;
you coruscate
with the ardor of starlight itself.
you are a nebula- glowing
eternal in this heavenly procession,
lustrous beyond lust.
you speak starlight saccharine,
and dance constellations on my lips,
trace the craters in my hips.
you are the fervent fantasy
in the core of this wayward planet,
spun every way in love’s orbit.
they say we are made of stardust
but I didn’t believe it
until I met the stars.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
I lost sight of myself
a few hundred miles back
And down here it's hard to fight
the gray hue of a panic attack
I've been looking so hard for an exit to u-turn
I missed the coruscate skyline of you that I yearn
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
It's euphoric.
The way his fingers trace the straight
metal strings laid tightly over
the sunset wood instrument.
It's almost as tall as him
or maybe it's taller.
I remember the way his eyes would close:
Body slowly, subtlety, swaying.
You looked beautiful.
Extremely beautiful in all of your wild glory
and small-town fame.
I guess it’s sort of strange that
In all honestly,
I hated you.
I still don't fully appreciate your presence.
But watching you from the back rows
Of a high school auditorium,
From your hands coming forth a
Euphoric noise that seemed to coruscate
Atop the bodies sitting stiff in the audience.
Time always slowed down when you
Played.
But not my breath.
You made my breath rigid.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
IS THERE PEACE?
The immense waves
Tumble over the violent sea
The brilliant colors cavort over the sky
They enhancee the spendor and glory of the earth.
The resplendent, sublime sun
Overwhelms the world with light.
The twinkling, coruscate stars mystify gently
Bringing your heart, an inner peace to your external mind,
Yet, man chooses to destroy this
All the violence and corruption
All logical reasoning has just floated away
And we run impetuously with fear of what is to come...
Our destiny has been altered
Our thoughts have been replaced
Our creator is disappointed and quite displeased
To learn that mankind is the only race that slaughters, not only it's own race
But the land to which others must continually evolve to survive
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
You are the greatest mom I could ever have
You're cruel occasionally when you get mad
You are cold on surface but I know inside
Warm heart is cloaked with fear and pride
And I love you but have a difficult time showing
Settle for easy words I like throwing
I apologize that dark mood cuts deep
True intention was never to make you weep
Cigarette-scented squeezes cement bond
Cradled in arms I need no facade
Wisdom and warmth woven into your skin
Every night protect from the howling wind
Soft as a whisper your tender touch
Your edges are calloused but never too rough
You cast eyes away from my flaws
Silent disappointment inevitably cause
You hold me in the highest regard
Watching my crimson spill must be hard
The vividness of your personality
Like constellations coruscate originality
Yet not a single celestial entity compares to you
You are full of magic in everything you do
Displaying your radiant colors to all
No matter how heavy
Catch me when I fall
Believing to be beautiful
Actually am a sorry sight
Telling the truth when it hurts because that is what's right
You kiss wounds so that better they feel
Blind to my ugly parts as if they aren't real
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 4:37 AM UTC
If I had a girl
I would be her Romeo
and she shall be my Juliet.
To the moon and back I would spoil her,
treasure every moment I spend with her,
till tears of joy drop down by her cheek.
If I had a girl
I would ensure the happiness in grief.
Take the bull by horns
for any situation of uneasiness towards her
If I had a girl
I would adore the tone of her voice
love the way her eyes coruscate
Smile every minute I hear my name
coming out from her lips and
forever be indebted to her.
only if I had a girl
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 5:06 AM UTC
ephemeral images coruscate upon the inner eyelid of the somnolent mind...
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC