"crystallise" poems
Right from the day you were born
With a treasure chest strapped to your back
You knew
That our secrets did not define us
Secrets do not deny trust
But secrets
Secrets could defy guns
So when you **** a man and set him on his bed
You lie
For it does not matter
Which side of the story they buy
The words are to blame
It is their fault they sound the same
And we trust too much the rhymes we hear
For they crystallise us
But metal belies meaning
And only rust
Rust can uncover the truth
Before the ticking clock betrays us
Until the day you die
With the cluster bomb strapped to your-
Blasted back
The day you realise
Lies set us apart
And in between life and death
'Lies-'
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
My sad is copper sulfate,
A blue shriek in my sternum,
A pressure frame inside me,
Too far away to burn him.
Leave my sad to crystallise,
Please just keep your distance.
Through my stalagmites of sorrow
Take the line of least resistance.
I carve companions from the rock,
Each one a salty clone.
I’ve made societies down here
To sit with my alone.
Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 5:17 AM UTC
A museum, a post office, a hoard of trinkets:
Think of all these things, and beyond them.
A room, vast as knowledge, filled clumsily
From top to tail with books and songs and poems and pictures;
Accoutrements of one life, lived.
All is quiet, save for the slow, sonorous ticking of time.
All is still.
Until:
A pale silver sliver of a
Jewel, locked loose in its box, starts to slip forward from
The chests and crates and jars and
Begins to roll, threads its winding way through
The labyrinth of shelves,
Picking up speed,
Brought back from beyond by
A ****** of song, a whisper of
Heartache…
… and drunk as a skunk I am roaming, reeling
Raw from a gig with the lads.
And as we chorus, cradling
Dreams and hearts and
Each other in our arms,
The night above is infinite
And the ground below is solid
And the starlight flows like our laughter
As we stumble home.
Time does not stand still. It never does. But in that moment, a
Measure of starlight, a ****** of song, come together and
Crystallise.
And deep in the recesses of the room
A pale silver sliver of a jewel
Is catalogued, logged, noted and filed
Before being locked away, for who knows how long…
…and then I am back. The gem once more
Is in its rough box, the key in the lock
While on the radio, a song ends.
All is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock
And the scratching of my pen.
All is still.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Bubbling molten gurgles in the belly
Ready to surge and burst through convention,
Burning its way
Through convenient lies like a blow torch;
Scorching pure flesh on the way
To bring awful clarity.
Salt tears wash the grit from reddened eyes
And hearts rise as searing lava obliterates the ego.
Purpose may crystallise as the magma cools
But for most of us; shaken
We limp back to the habits of our
regular lives.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
Not sure when I'll ever know
Crystallise this moral snow
Show me forwards, upwards, rightness
Show my feet the path that's
Righteous
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
Hot salt laden rivers
Crystallise they crystallise
An arms length and light years away
Your injury my disdain
Beautiful white pyramids
crumble 'til
only foundations defiantly stand.
Should ancient Rome be rebuilt
or remain as a building site?
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
I'd brace a million nights
with insomnia breathing you.
I'd collide a million experiments
cruising errors to get your trial.
I'd tear a million other lips
for thirst to be quenched by yours.
I'd dissolve a million letters
in acid to crystallise love.
I'd conquer a million dolls
for them as exchange for one.
A million of millions of things
just for one in a million.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
deliberation deliberate
how different to consider;
and to do.
tell and wait
show and stall.
keep time in back pockets.
fish for change
and make a
pittance.
surely after words,
came reactions,
and after broken promises
came sanctions.
surely after it stopped burning
things began to grow.
stories of salt,
of salting.
an act to crystallise
and make barren,
make bare.
starting
ceasing.
how similar to filling up,
and filing down,
a feeling.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
Glazed in white this porcelain skin you entrap me in,
I am sundered from the beauty that clings in detestation
My beauty like a crystallise will be fragmented from here.
Slate crevasses like a web clinging to the surface entwine
Aloft as they perch on every part of its superficial holdings
They edge ever deeper till all that was pearl now descends.
Cascading into oblivion where like autumn leafs magenta tears
Descend like ruins that now like coal wisps fade to nothing.
Now there is exemption from what manifested in thought.
This lingering lucent thought given form, but never seen,
Light permeated off its featureless misgivings a kaleidoscope
Of emotions ran free touching all surrounding, static now standing.
There stood a moment of porcine imprisonment ,featureless
Yearnings to touch, but then a tear of crimson detached and a
Rose web did start to ascend from where it collapsed below.
The circle of what would be what was only a matter of time
Created where form became static then birthed in non caporal
Form touching those near as it had yearned all that time before.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
I should never compare
myself with others--I'm my own-
only that I should quietly endeavour
unnoticed and unknown, all alone.
There is enough room
in life for me to explore
my duties to do, my dreams to crystallise
all that I can do is my best--no more.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Crystallise my hair, my skin, my lips
Let me float, let me drift
The water's color don't matter as long as the sky's blue
My mindset's fine without thinking about anyone
There's no you
There's no me either
It's just the water and the crystals that formed all over me
With this thin shinny rock layer, I can finally see
And I see the world faceted, cut in every place
It never faded, there's a crystal on everyone's face.
Everyone has a face for me and another face for someone else
How long will it take until we can crystallise sense?
They seem to all have a crystal in their mind
But I have one on my skin, my hair and my lips
My thoughts can finally all collide
My hopes can all sink.
Let this crystallise every part of me
_Maybe someday I'll be free._
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Let me be the crystallise
that holds and protects you.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
Nowhere whencesoever in the ever distant hebridges
The seagulls savour the eternal sea
The sea's intemperance rolls in the mighty waves
The shallow waters crystallise into divinity
The sands of immortal indelible imprints
Never ever quench the thirst
The imbalanced boats I board
In the cascading autumn twilight
Everyday...
In a long peaceful hybernation
Whencesoever the seagulls ..in the ever distant hebridges
The shallow waters and the sands
Would never ever invite me further..
I would've lost my recognition..
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
So you claim you're highly
"intelligent"
In which category would that be?
There's "cognitive" and "emotive" intelligents,
I'm sure your in the driver seat!
Or perhaps your
crystallise intel
is crystallised
Somewhere
Between heaven and hell
We can be
Influentials when fluency dwells
Surely
"Kinaesthetics" is poetical flow
This intelligence come and goes.
But obviously "linguistic"
is our intellectual clutch
Along with high "aesthetics"
But you may still be out to lunch!
Because
"Spiritual" intelligence
can leave us drunk!
"Interpersonally" where are you
That and "artistical" intelligence rules!
"Spatially" we navigate
this "mathematical" understanding
of our universe.
No one possess all
11 intelligents I have mention
So if you believe your above
You've pathologically decended!
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 6:45 AM UTC
You exercise stillness
all naked
lay out your crossed legs
and your face now satisfied
– be serious! –
for you recognise
the flamboyance of your beauty.
I will try
with shaky hands
and fast heart-beats
hidden before my jelly ribs
to crystallise a moment
from the fluidity of time
that skims us
I will then burn it onto our new, old dark paper
and I can assure you
that it will take me at least one week
to develop it.
You will be asking for it eager and impatient
like when, eyes wide open
at 4am
one waits for the sky
to trade its colours
with the ones of the sea
but you will stop anticipating
as soon as I’ll remind you
how long I had to wait
to take
your photograph.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC