"decelerate" poems
I once scurried through a jungle of tomes
From the languid turf of hazy hagglers
To the esoteric sphere of cryptic connoisseurs
The jagged rhythm pulsating with a staccato of pebbles
Not a placid clime but a wonky wilderness
Where your eyes rove for honey of rising cadence
Only to decelerate
From an alien territory to a corny scenery
The voyage of discovery must continue...
As sojourners of change
Onuchi Mark © 2010
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 6:51 AM UTC
Time shortens
like the fractured legs of a runner
accidentally propelled by the laws of physics
to decelerate like frozen matter.
The uncertain quantum leap from now to there
has no healing properties
just a void
a black hole of despair
swallowing up memories and joy
that even my little daughter
can only temporarily prevent....
She say's "I love you Daddy"
and I think about my own father
and the love travels like the
search for extraterrestrial intelligence
that goes unanswered
not because there isn't any,
but because we're never here long enough
to receive the answer.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
If the echoes in my head subside
When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my heart still yearn for you
My mind flying high in your sky
Will it ever stop
When it finally descends
Moving forward, but moving on?
Can we derail, decelerate the pace of a loving heart
Some weaker, semblance of fuel, my engine's funneling
Will I ever fly the same without your gravitational pull
When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my heart sill call your name
Dirt and debris hitting the surface
You were the cleanse keeping **** out
Will anyone else give me your wonderful phrases
Keeping me lighter like I would amount
Healing my wings, always keeping them fearless
I never knew I needed you to fly
Now I wonder if my heart can start
When your no longer there
Keeping my engine safe and strong for war
The new ware of my flight
Will it ever resemble the speed or freedom your sky gave
When I'm no longer holstered up by the tracks of your love
Will your traces really fade away
When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my hearts still holler your name
Will it hold on in vain
Even if I'm in my grave
Will it move on, see you, and manage
Knowing our love could be gone
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:13 PM UTC
My curves are not mad.
Henri Matisse, Jazz
when silence gives away its name
birds become electric
darkness is no more a story
in their wooden beaks
I stay at the beginning of thought,
decelerate reality
again and again
bread, pain, blindness
truth visits me in my dreams
sometimes
between desire & dying
shortcuts, blind alleys
Shangri-La and Valhalla
Nirvana & the hunting ground
Guadalupe
untitled self-portraits
fast heights
blinds & shutters
Spinoza's abyss
the chasm of reason
Kant's please mind the gap
pits of harmony
barren grounds
Prigogine's broken circle
lost aesthetic qualities
and the bit moves on
when silence is an unfinished canvas
waters, faces make an offering
and their names grow
when I am confused with the possibility
of the sea level
then I know where
my love
is
splitting every single second
is beauty
unadorned
could I remove the decimal point
from my dying breath
?
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Thoughts paralyzed nothing happens synapses trigger electrons coursing negative pulses negative pulses the descendent node blasted quanta light particles bending, bending, wending through probability changing extended timeframe thoughtstreams particle awareness transcending blending the two to one patterns in the aether
spirits in the machine
Deus ex Machina
Decelerate algorythmick alchemick base to gold it flows synthesizing glowing growing fire from the ashes the past is done the pattern enabled consciousness arising draconic gnosis blended
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
I scampered inside as I peak into the light. Slowly, the door's ajar and what I see is not pleasing in the eyes... it even almost made my heart die! This is outrageous! Only a monster could do something atrocious. I curse this culprit who stole my FOOD and pledged to not forgive </3
The felicity that brought me. Mirthful emotions kicked me. The whole world and just me! Who else should it be? But this point (!) betrayed me. Sluggish, decelerate grievous thing punished me. Why WIFI , why do you have to double-cross meeeee?! :( [Kneeling on the ground with a spotlight effect lol]
This is what I call prosperity. Alone yet jubilant. Not when pealing, ring, clunk, thud or a thump disrupts. *"Hellooooo, earth to people! I'm trying to get some SLEEP here! Seriously?!"*
-A
8/11/14
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
a plague
it can be deadly
it can be invigorating
its what makes life vague
its more of a medley
very exhilarating
an infective contamination
it makes everything deteriorate
famine will strike
and while all hope is lost
it still goes on
ones vitals decelerate
at the same time spike
roads will be crossed
and they will be awake before dawn
this disease
some call it death
with that same breath
i call it love
and all of the above
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
Do you know how badly I wanted to sing you a lullaby with my body on that restless Wednesday morning, when it seemed that sleep was impossible for your tired mind?
To lightly and slowly kiss down your torso, to softly hum against you, hypnotizing your heart to decelerate and your breath to deepen and eyes grow heavy in hopes of dreaming.
But I didn't.
Not because of the fear of rejection, I'm past that.
Just the avoidance of it.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC