"cosmically" poems
Fragmented lives entangled
but asunder in our journey
as our paths cosmically connect
in a romance of the arts
And who's to say what's real
to touch or deeply feel
what will truly last
or simply where to start
So I’ll
paint you alla prima
as I feel you playing me
in warm colors of merging ardor
a wet blending of artistry
my brush strokes of your body
painted in my mind
of impressions blushed in passion
in hues I can’t describe
Suspended in the moment
floating on a breeze
I revel in this picture painted music
almost in disbelief, unthinking…
knowing every nuance of our love
found only in our dreams
Like children in parallel play
I’ll finger the keys
and slip the locks
of all your orchestrations
filling the walls
of my concerts halls
with deep
splattered tones
in pinks and blues
the hues
that forever
bind us
And we’ll not look back
nor forward
but hang here in the moment
to display our
Painted Song
in the eyes
of giggly children
both doing
our own thing
together
on a string
curated
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance.
We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured.
We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief.
We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions.
We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation.
-Ryan Christopher Brandes
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
You were already dead
by the time
I was planted in your soil.
Your story is one told to me
through grainy photographs.
Echoed whispers of
peripheral port cities.
Somewhere lovingly untouchable.
My home was once alive.
My stomach lurches
while picturing these
hollow streets,
once filled with laughter.
The harbour
bursting with smiles.
Each neighbour,
a family or friend,
usually both.
How I love this island!
The salted summer's breeze,
hand woven scarlet autumns.
Wild flowers dancing
atop cliff-sides,
free for us
to admire and absorb.
Absorb we did.
I swear my bones
are made of sea-glass.
How could they be
made of anything less?
In their stories,
you are a fairyland.
A cosmically unified olden wood,
dipped in Scotch
and swaddled in wool.
Yet your branches rot,
thinner and damper each year.
Soon the whispers
will be stale air.
No one will be left
to tell tales
of your beautiful youth.
Everything dies.
How I once wished to see
you in your prime.
Even in your postmortem existence,
you've given me
mud to stick my toes into.
I see you
melting into the sea.
I smell your flesh
being swallowed
by bottom feeders.
You are a wonder to me
all the same.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
*
No desire for words spoken
we sail on the wind
the energy surrounding us
takes perfect dictation
nothing misunderstood
cosmically we sync
we finish sentences spoken
astrologically
we fit by design
forever equals us
without a moments notice
eternity sealed our fate
the first time we exchanged looks
from across the way
*
~Butterfly εїз ©
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
I WANT TO TEASE YOU, TEASE YOU I SHALL, YOU ARE SPASTIC, DUDE I HATE YA
HANG ON, YOUR NOT LIKE YOUR NANNA, LET’S TEASE THIS SHYPERSON, BUDDY
HE IS FALLING ASLEEP, TEASE THIS SHY PERSON
I SAID, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, YA SEE, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, AND ALLOW YOU TO TEASE ME WITH THE COSMOS
YOU SEE, LET’S TIE THE SHYPERSON UP, AND THROW HIM TO THE ALIENS’
YEAH, I AM HAVING FUN TEASING BRIAN ALLAN DEAR CHILD
YOU SEE, I CAN SEE THE MEDICATION MAKING YA TIRED
YOU SEE, ATHENA CAME UP AND PUT METHANE IN MY MOUTH AND TOLD THIS DWEEB THAT
YOU REALLY CAN FIX YA TEETH IN THE COSMOS, IF YA TAKE THE RIGHT MEDICATION
I SAID, I AM WATCHING SOME SNACK OFF COOKING SHOW, IT’S PRETTY RADICAL
IT’S ABOUT THE LATE NIGHT SNACKS PEOPLE HAVE, AND WHO CAN MAKE THE BEST MEAL
THE TEASER SAID, TRY AND BE LIKE YOUR NANNA, CAUSE YOUR NOT LIKE YA NANNA
YA LIKE US, CAUSE YA HOUSE IS MESSY, I AM SURE OF IT
BRIAN ALLAN SAID, CAN YOU LET ME GO, AS HE WAS TIED UP IN THE NEPTUNE PUB
BY OSAMA BIN LADEN AND THE GUY WHO NICKED HIS LINCH IN THE 1970S
IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GET HIM, REALLY, WELL, IT’S NOT, BUT NOBODY WANTS TO, YA KNOW DO HARM
YA SEE BRIAN JUMPED UP AND SAID, **** OFF, YA NOT GETTING ME, YA ****
AND THEN THE GUY WHO NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, NO BUDDY, YOU ARE WITH ME FOREVER
WE’LL MAKE YOU TIRED, AND THEN SEND YOU TO HELL, WHICH IS THE SUN
BUT EVERYONE SLEEPS THEIR WAY TO FIGHT THE PERSON WHO IS KILLING BRIAN WHERE THEY WANT HIM
YOU SEE THEN SLIM DUSTY SAID I GUESS IT’S LONESOME AWAY FROM YOUR KINDRED AND ALL
FROM THE DUSTY OUTBACK TO THE GREAT CONCERT HALL,THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE A DRINK WHICH
IS MORBID OR DREAR, IT’S SITTING PLAYING POOL IN A PUB WITH NO BEER
I AM GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH, NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH WHERE WE HAVE FUN, YEAH
WE’RE GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, THE PLACE WITH THE MOST METHANE SMOOTHIES, YEAH
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, I WOULD LOVE TO DRINK BEER WITH HIM
WE DRINK IN MODERATION, DUDES, AND NEVER, NO NEVER, GET ROLLING DRUNK
WE DRINK ALL OVER THE COSMOS, WHERE THE ATMOSPHERE IS SUPERB
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, CAUSE THAT’S FAR FROM ABSURD
AND THEN BARRY ALLAN CAME UP AND SANG 1 2 3 4 YOU SCHITZOPHRENIC, FROM YA FIRST DIAGNOSIS TO YA CURRENT SITUATION
WITH MEDICATION, YOU CAN GET REFORMED, OH YEAH MATE YEAH YOUR SCHITZOPHRENIC
DAD SAID, I AM NOT GOING YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY, ANYMORE, DON’T BE SHY BRIAN, TEASE MY NEXT LIFE’S NAME
I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU TEASE, ME, BUT DON’T FORGET THAT GIRLS AND BOYS ARE EQUAL, OK
THEN THE GUY THAT NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, OK, WE’LL LEAVE YA ALONE, YA NOT LIKE US, BUDDY, OK
JUST REMEMBER, ME, IF YA EVER TRY TO BE LIKE US, YOU WHEN YA LIVED IN WOODBERRY, I’LL TEASE YA AGAIN, OK
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Two Men's vibes
burning reach my Evez ice.
Two my diamond cave enter.
underneath my water fall.
Vibration's from beyond,
two distinctive voices won,
ever twirling on and on;
deep as violins his pitch fiddle
his electrical guitar's timbre
command starry skies above!
My tantrick abyss below.
I love thee two, lovers mine.
Punjabi voice lover divine.
I thirst for yours all's mine
Our stars wisely magnetized!
Both cosmically energized.
A state of knowing is ours.
dancing eons on two poles,
to twirl on and ages on,
the mornings and eves long.
I twirl on two magestic poles.
Long shiny studs hard as steal!
First pole's twirl echoes longer
Kemah lover elite's older
ancient memory hunger!
Implant blue pill chip slumber.
From willow tree, past pole lover
to renewed beloved my forever Kemah twin oaks
two glistening poles
I am art twirl divine
from past to present LOVE
Lives on and on!
~~~
By Karijinbba
All Rights Revised 7-29-21.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
Logos enters not
in matters of the Mythic,
yet they copulate.
Mythos is a realm
wholly separate from Logos
yet they interplay,
This dynamic play
in a mythicly tuned mind;
akin to wisdom.
Mythos and Logos
dancing cosmically onward
as if Yin and Yang.
To shun one and cling
zealously to the other
is tantamount to
fearing Death until
the day it's icy finger
points itself at you:
You miss out on all
the wondrous things in this life;
Enjoy here and now.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
If you ever feel uninspired,
insignificant, meaningless,
or small…
just remember this:
you,
are cosmically awesome.
when you step out
into a silky night
of shimmering moonlight
beneath an array
of glittering stars,
a billion glowing orbs
a billion lightyears in the future
are waiting patiently
to look at you.
think about this:
nobody ever
has perceived existence
the exact same way
as you.
nobody ever
has had your same
thoughts.
don't you see it?
only you
have the power
to do what nobody else
ever has.
the gods shout your name
with every breath of wind.
listen to them,
look deep inside yourself,
and realize
that you
are
amazing.
-Jack Singer
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:45 AM UTC
Love me, I say
with my eyes,
and my hands,
reaching.
Body knows best, baby.
Ours react together,
chemically,
spiritually,
cosmically.
Ourselves,
Looking out and into,
Becoming one
and none.
Unfolding the great depths
of the pleasure-stricken mind.
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
busy pitter patters
of feet, at least
pretending
to be busy
these humans,
these flesh sacks,
place their bags
laptops
their unconsciousness
on this barnes & noble’s
coffee tables
whose chairs aren’t comfortable
yet, here they sit, beside me
amongst me
and an old
ancient, it seems now,
version of me would’ve cursed them
silently
while pretending to associate
to relate
to give a ****
for doing so,
for raising my anxiety,
for reflecting what i truly was,
at least
pretending
to identify with that narrow
window of my self
some collide
physically,
cosmically,
spiritually,
intuitively, whatever the hell you brand it
we all seek
connection,
always elsewhere,
never with our miserable
anxious selves
and if we can’t connect
we, at least
pretend
to do so
much like our riddling iphones
desperate for battery
for a sort of
charge
for life
elsewhere
somewhere else
anywhere
else rather than within
to be alone, amongst the crowds,
without our phones, our books,
our lovers, our seven dollar coffees,
our ******* egg white breakfast sanwhiches
almost as if these things
are essential to the unsavory
cravings and desires, or
dare i say
ourselves
we pretend
to work, to live
we read, without reading
we speak, without thinking,
we speak, without speaking,
“to be, or not to be.”
we don’t care for
intention
anymore
how could we?
we’re just so
un-fucking-phadomably
busy
doing
nothing,
at all
just,
pretending.
-melanholicreator
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
atheana is working on removing my teeth
you see i went to the dentist this morning
and there was a problem, i was having a stabbing pain
right in my gum and the dentist enlisted athena’s help
in the healing of the infection, he gave me cephalexin
to be taken every 12 hours, till finished and i have been
advised to see a doctor if i feel giddy, they took an x-ray on my teeth
and i need another denture, as the teeth have to be pulled out
when i say athena helps, not in the magical way, no i mean
athena gives dentists and doctors help in healing, and will put
the patient under sedation, so the work can be done, athena will help you
whether you believe it or not, my consulton for the dental work is next tuesday
at 3.30pm, and i enlisted dads help in the cosmos to make sure i will help mum
with the payment, like paying $40 a fortnight, so she isn’t out of pocket, because
i don’t really want to blame dads death on not having help with my dental work done
i hope i get these teeth out as soon as i can, the right way, with athena’s help
it’s interesting to know if the NDIS, could give funding for dental treatment among other things
the coke i have been drinking, has been cosmically putting the gas into my mouth, and gets rid
of evil from my brain, and this infection is apart of the evil, which was in my brain, you see when
i used to smile, i looked like i was giving the evil YEAH, like a few of my school friends
and that is when i was blackbeard the pirate, and i have to have the evil out of me from those days
i will need more dentures, i will help pay for it, with the help of the cosmos,
ATHENA, HELP ME
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
all is occurring
to help guide you on your way
as you journey through your path
toward your dream life estates
it won’t always look just like
you had pictured it at first
but the harder that it gets
_the more you’re cosmically-versed_
just know this moment’s perfect
every fall will become worth it
the Universe can hear your Love
it’s guiding you from up above
so please just trust in the Divine
knowing that you’re right on time
even when darkness pays a visit
it brings so many lessons with it
leaving you much more aligned
with iridescent Light to shine
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
Still more, in words
In experience
Confusing Familiarity with Comfort
Confusing Comfort with Peace
Reifying confusion, but not successfully
Yielding, on my knees, heart to the sky
Forgetting
Seeing through, a single pinhole in a perfectly realistic backdrop
Pinholes everywhere, more than can be contained
Not containing
Torn all over
Dispelling everything
Stripping away the Stripping away
Trying to stand very still and very quite so I can feel, hear, sense
Perfect realism
Wanting to be convinced by rage
Agitation, but only conceptual
Feeling tight
Feeling rehearsed
Feeling like an imposter
Wanting to impress
Wanting to be convinced of Self, of Realness
Fortified by others knowing, or preferably- admiration
Like being constructed out of sets of other peoples' eyes
Like being made real by propagating in more minds, many more minds, specific minds. In countless beating and virtual hearts, likes, thumbs up
Not wanting to be forgotten, while alive, while dead
Taxed by maintenance and constant imminent collapse
Compassion, like collapsing into a safe lap
Relinquishing
No pretense
Bare being
More naked than when unclothed
Total exposure
Outed, in the light of knowing
Self forgetting and glimpses of freedom
Trusting sighing
Always loving Sad, not despondent, just sad
Feeling continuous
Feeling fragmented
Feeling like motion, like flow
Feeling like thousands of still frames, constant flickering
Grasping at impermanence, visceral
Resting in the middle
Dancing down the tightrope
Knowing perfect poise, brief equilibrium
Reifying stability. Gone.
Everything is hysterically funny
Hysterically
But also, sometimes, just plain humorous
And absurd
Crying
Loving people
Grateful for people
Seeing beauty everywhere
Encountering this, intimate, me, indistinguishable being, but everywhere
Ouch
Awareness
Always coming back
Like an epic
Like a great love story
Like the last wring of that silk dress you weren't supposed to squeeze dry
Feeling like I shouldn't know what I know, like I couldn't. This must be illegal, cosmically illegal
Knowing the inside of my hand
Knowing teenage shame
Knowing being yelled at, towered over, by my dad, in a narrow hallway, eyes glued to speckled floor tiles, feeling small
Loving with my body, with my hands, with my mouth, with my whole entire strong softness
Loving with understanding
Loving with teeth and nails
Music, lacerating
Crying with tears, and snot, and heaving
Becoming one single, concentrated point
Wanting to envelope everything. Really. Actually. Like physically with my body.
Knowing I am not this voice
Or this writer
Or this narrator
Though I am also all that
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 12:07 AM UTC
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND BOB
today, bob was trying to help 3 people who looks up and around
and the first man tom’s case, it was the fascination with neon lights
this made his head spin around and around, and it wasn’t the usual
headspinning that every adult faces from time to time, it was psychotic
this really bugged tom, and bob said, could this be god annoying you
and tom said, dunno mate and went away singing
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
GOD THE DEVIL AND BOB WHO IS THE FORCE
The 2nd bloke was harry and when he looked up, it was more weird than tom’s
you see he would look up at the sky saying, take me now, almighty GOD
and bob said have you thought about being positive rather than talking about death
and harry said, shut up, life isn’t working for me, how i would hope, so shut up
if you tell me to live my fucken life, I CAN’T STAND YA
and harry went away singing
god is the devil and death sounds nice
god is the devil and death sounds nice
god is the devil and death sounds nice
GOD THE DEVIL AND THE MIGHTY DEATH TONES
and our final bloke was brian, who was told, he has a looking up disorder, which was so queer
he could have a brain tumor, and brian’s mate suggested that brian goes to have a brainscan
to see if there is any abnormalities in his brain , which could be causing the look ups
and like tom, it was a fascination with neon signs, brian wanted a medication to get rid of the look ups
so he can PARTY, and get rid of this crazy person lookup disorder and bob said it could be the buddhist
god (buddha)or it could be athena working on brian’s brain, it could be the dreaded force, where you are forced
to show abnormalities in the brain, brian went away saying perhaps that is true, and sang
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god the devil, and bob,
the almighty bob delahunty
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
thumbs to the sky as we cosmically hitchhike, distances we can't find on earth but somehow hide inside our minds. ignition sequence, a countdown said in rewind. one more time for the sake of headlines that will seek to remind the exploration we've stopped and now just pantomime.
we are a planet sized diamond or the birth of galaxies in ultra-violet; the fusion of an atom or the things that science can't fathom. the creation of a star and the worlds that are suddenly becoming less far. Let's hotwire a rocketship, vacation in zero G. we'll redefine gravity and finally understand relativity.
this is the last time I go to NASA for an answer.
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
When we are gifted with the secret knowledge of life,
it is in our heart’s nature to exult and boast with flurry; this feeling is power making love and giving birth, upon rapid waves of universal symphonic hums of intelligence rooting inside your true core and bursting through your bloodstream.
However,
When such a lucid instance occurs,
surrender to silence,
for silence is the humble endowment you cosmically place upon the universes’ crown, as wisdom is what it celestially places upon yours.
Verbal language can never prove what the enlightening language of silence delivers.
the spiritual light recites its poetry in the psyche’s temple of wisdom that eternally makes up the soul, a sanctuary that we all must gain knowledge of, constantly be aware of, acknowledge, and nurture.
Only those who seek shall receive and in their triumph accept the religion of silence.
true language channels through the silenced mind and with that obtain truth.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
I'm staring down at my arm holding a knife,
It may be only in my head, but I'm balancing my life,
Weighing out if it's worth the pain,
That I've been dealing with, making me more insane,
I've been ******* over so many times, by people who said they cared,
Well, maybe it's time I give up and stop trying so hard,
Because I've taken all the medications they want to give me,
I've done years and years, so much talking in therapy,
And still I'm here, contemplating the end of it all,
Because there's just so many times you can get up after a fall,
And it's a lie when they say you can always dust off your knees,
After laying on the ground, getting up and praying for release,
Because I've done my time, being miserable and in hurt,
And I just want some relief from sitting in the dirt,
Someone once told me you can always call me when you don't feel safe,
Well I don't want to be a burden, because I'd be calling every day,
Because lately I've been feeling down, feeling wrong,
About the past and all the things people have done,
And yeah, I'm more of a sinner than a saint at the end of the day,
But that's just the role that these deeds have cast me in to play,
For being abused at such young of an age,
And now I hate myself and want to pay,
Cosmically, permanently, with a smile on my face,
Because it would all be over, I can't keep up this pace,
The pills,
The thrills,
The ****
The greed,
The hookups,
The makeups,
The alcohol,
The temptation of it all,
And everything in between,
I want to atone for my deeds,
It's a lie when they say you can always dust off your knees,
After laying on the ground, getting up and praying for release,
Because I've done my time, being miserable and in hurt,
And I just want some relief from sitting in the dirt.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
How amazingly beautiful is the star brilliance of your amazing dark skin, regal skin color, for women it goes more than anything in the world, it decorates them as the most valuable decoration in the world, more expensive and more luxurious than it is in the world, this amazing color poetizes and praises their divine beauty. How sweet and gentle is its color, how beautifully it glitters in the light showing all indescribable beauty, all these beautiful overflows of skin tones are so beautiful as the brilliance of millions of diamonds, so beautiful, it is cosmically beautiful, it is extraterrestrial beauty, higher aesthetics, as if priceless painting or through It is a beautiful sculpture personifying sensual femininity. You are perfect no doubt, you are a beautiful flower of love, an eternal flame of magical passion. In your figure so much hot playful cat's grace of a lioness, like a dance, as an unforgettable melody of love, a relationship with you is the most romantic movie in the world.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
Has my path been random or has it been ordained?
Did I make the choices that led me to this life so strained?
Some would say I was tested and it was always the path ahead.
Every choice and word predetermined, all destined to be said.
I always believed I was independent and making my own way.
But I have come to doubt it, I am so less certain of myself today.
Every choice I made has led me here to writing this today.
Less certain than before, less belief in all the words I've had to say.
Confused by life and doubting in just who the hell I am.
Always predetermined, cosmically intended to fail at the exam.
There is no sense to it if I was always meant to fall.
And there really was no purpose to testing me at all.
So even if its random and has all been by my choice.
The failure has been even greater and I am just an empty voice.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC
A Heart that Parts away from the chambers,That pump lies thru the veins with pain.A love that was crucified and died, sacrificed, and does behind a disguise.A mask.
That mask the past scars, the torn skin, truth ripped from the flesh left hollow and echos sorrow,
Faint in the distance, youth in the mirror,
Not in the eyes,tired of lies , eyes cry seeing human bein their nature.
Soo cruel the pool of liquor im bathin my pours soakin the reality to of depression wastin every ounce of time blazin to relieve the stress of being puzzled in a maze,
Forsaken and disturbed to see the same face awaken shaking like the floor of order.
The door of opportunity leads to another border.
Truth itself holds no water,Takin so much in becoming a mental horder,
nothing new but the struggle, and only lived a quater.
When is there change ? im in need of aspoiler,or vent.
Like im exhaust, im exhausted from many losses, im lost and losed many calls from God.
Stop stallin God hear my repent im callin, so answer.
Thats all im askin ,
im tired of being bent, broke from bein spent,
sick of the cancer, sick of abuse.
I want peace of mind, can hell call a truce? living on the edge, Im hangin, danglin , souless as a manikin, lost in the sky walkin,
High like aniken.
Im havin epiphanies, deliberately givin up my own liberty,
honestly my honesty is now nothing no one acknowledge my poverty. My truth was rich, outta this world cosmically possibly the realist to ever grace reason modestly.
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
1/16/14
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
Loose coins sing like cheap nickel-plated wind chimes
in the side compartment as she slams
the car door behind her.
For half a second, I consider getting out after her--
following, so she can give me those petulant puppy dog pupils
she's perfected through persistant practice.
A better plan: I make a face at her back reminiscent of
three "na's" and a pair of "boo's."
As if somehow cosmically aware I've just hit my daily quota of immaturity,
she speaks.
"You know, I just find it funny h--"
but I'm already in reverse.
***
What is it about driving with nothing but stars and trees as companions
that makes a night cruise so much more thought provoking?
Could it be because I can finally hear myself think?
No. I always think out loud anyway.
Maybe it's because they actually seem to listen?
**** you are way too high right now, my guy.*"
"Nah, I'm good, brody."
Okay. I don't even listen to myself;
why would nature be any different?
But there's something.
Picking up speed,
back pushing against the seat,
feeling every imperfection in the road through the chassis--
eyes peeled for parked patrol boys.
Making turns onto streets I have no business on.
If she were here, she'd be giving me one of her looks
instead of standing with her head out the moonroof
as I would if I were passenger with someone driving this fast
in unfamiliar territory.
If she were here, she'd give me **** about the wind tangling her hair
like I won't use it as an excuse to run my fingers through it later.
If she were here, she'd give me **** about my music being
too loud in this minivan heavy neighborhood
like I won't use it as an example why we shouldn't be mad at kids
who do it to us twenty years from now once we've settled down.
If she were here, she'd be a voice of reason.
For whatever reason
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
thunderstorm
tidal wave,
even
when our bodies
got too close for
comfort
close for comfort
too close for comfort,
in the good way
my hands around your waist
my stomach dropping
lower than my own
alien
but so natural
so natural you
felt it too, it's
natural you see
we weren't told to
we were guided
cosmically guided
you grabbed my hair
and grew close
I could feel your breath
I closed my eyes
and could weep
but smiled instead
slightly, but the
smile was real
my body was tingling
I felt woozy
I felt your heart beat
studied your waist line
and now I'm drinking
wine too quickly
wine from a box, wine strong
and you are as you were
undaunted and
ever constant
but these walls
are covered with
every
second
pictures and pictures
of those
dragging
moments
I need a cigarette
I think we should just
keep this whole thing professional
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Create your own reality, control it with mentality and mentally believe that you are right where your need to be.
Does the past define you?
And your now predict ya?
Do you feel the same as in last years pictures?
I don't believe in fixtures
We're evolving you see
Consciously
Individually
Collectively
And cosmically
But if you only see with eyes
And only hear with ears
Then the connection and perception
then suddenly disappears
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
“I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.”
She was sitting on the beach
wearing the tiniest bikini
staring out at the perfect Adriatic.
She sat alone, which considering
her beauty and elegance
seemed some cosmically bad joke.
Unlike myself, I approached her,
flashed my guileless 17-year-old smile,
and said hello, fully expecting
a giant older brother or even
Poseidon himself to appear
from nowhere and ****** me.
She spoke a lilting English
with an accent I could not name.
She said her name was Marisa
and she was twenty-one.
Next morning, in my two dollar room,
after an exhausting night of abandon
during which she moaned and peaked
three times, she dressed as I lay
shrivelled and worn out
as a mummified banana.
She told me she had come here
to be alone a little because
next week she must marry
an older man whom she did not love
chosen as was custom by her parents.
She said she would remember me
as the last morsel of passion
she would ever know in this world.
She kissed my forehead and left.
I had no words.
I never knew her last name
nor ever saw her again.
The Wheel spins, the particles dance,
we can never know the trajectories
that chance encounter can engender
nor what shapes the next round brings.
The next day I left for Greece
uncertain of what had even happened.
I still don't know. I never will.
But I think I may have met her again...
~mce
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Waves are hurled from the sea
Smacking the rocks with chaotic symmetry
The sand is bothered yet not unmoved
Unsure what the water tried to prove
The sand settles down as it should be
And the waves are called back by the sea
The water whips and falls unforgiving
A body of water truly living
For this emotion could come from nothing less
Than an angry soul caught in distress
Hurt and reliving
A cruel reality deceiving
This pain is what throws the water around
What makes the waves crash to the ground
The sea is in love with the land
And desperately tires to capture the sand
There is no sadder sound
Than a lover losing a love found
But such is the tale of land and sea
A constant struggle of crossed destinies
As the water re-tracks, the land breaks apart
Shaken to the core by its broken heart
Like the water, the land wishes to be free
And wants more than a kiss as the waves leave
The land prays the water to return
And extinguish the passion that burns
Because the land is in love with the sea
And curses the forces that wont let them be
Dear reader, might you never learn
What it truly means to want and yearn
Each in love and unable to speak
The sea dries up and the land grows bleak
A tragedy given a voice
Through pen marks and word choice
In nonexistence, I believe them together
Cosmically intertwined forever
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 7:19 PM UTC