"descension" poems
What on Earth
took you? Do we dare land?
A lark of descension. An aborted beginning.
Moon trills.
Captain is dead
at the controls.
Mother gives birth in the airlock.
Trouble in the passageways.
A struggle to name it.
A drink before eclipse.
All that's wrong with the world
sounds like harmonium in the (wishing) well.
First flight over Hölderlin's Archipelago,
creating new and stranger versions
in the sandclouds.
So this is
Tharsis Rise?
Life without a trace.
Non-terrestrial Martian field.
Halcyon flowering seas. A rock with no trees,
no urban hopes.
Yet, the whole universe inside
wants to be touched.
I love you in zero gravity,
pushing tender buttons.
*** as solution.
Moon trills.
A kiss of atmosphere.
This alien womb.
Those android embargoes.
Our children are born echoes of astronauts.
Lunar schedules
their first words.
There's a lightspeed sensibility
to this type of marriage and parenting:
no leaving the hub,
no exit procedure.
The Sol they sing
is a harm hymn,
moon trills,
subject to the ladder and the weight of breath
this outside Earth.
But I love you in the veil of a twilight moon.
We're monuments
burned into moments.
Moments without a beyond.
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 6:36 PM UTC
Boundaries converge
subduction, descension
divergent margins widen
convective from the core
red hot and sticky
hardening to obsidian
succumb to subterranean pull
an infinitesimal slide below
dense and pressured soil
the slow parting seam
a rift becomes a chasm
consuming solid ground
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
curling up into all sweet confusions
that trickle down from
your touch,
we become the sky, as birds fall
from above. i lose
a tactician's leverage throughout
this fog; a descension
if you were the moon,
an aberrance,
if you were a single leaf,
dripping from this
tree coiling up to
the lights hung on
netted strings set under
the darkness of the sky,
where-ever you have been.
where-ever you are.
so,
do the stars still shine solely for you,
the nights you most need them?
perhaps i have
gone blind,
just when i need to see you,
more now than ever.
perhaps i've just
been sleeping
a little
too long, inside this cave.
does the sky still divide the sea?
but, undoing the buttons on your grip,
you build declensions on foundations
of realisation: with full authorship of
your motions, you know you could
go anywhere, love. you now know
away from i is any road, every treadmark
save this single one.
and mine is hardly treacherous,
but you'll still only find me in mountaintops,
so i could barely blame you if the path gets
too narrow, or too long-wound.
do the clouds still turn images
in full colour, late afternoon, to
remind you of shapes i imitate
in all fractured disappearances?
i've seen retreat from so
many sides now, the addition of
yours could
hardly make a dent. not that i
would not lament a loss like you,
more than anything.
yet, don't
worry, never
worry, i can still stay in motion.
still, if you see fit to
collect all broken pieces of me,
and build up this cottage, or nest, you can keep
your heart here long as
you like, darling.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Orange orange everywhere
Orange orange in the air
I’m given an orange despair
By a man with orange hair
I see through his orange glare
To see nothing really there
A man became president
Promising to evict residents
His stupidity self evident
When he says nothing relevant
About all the topical elements
He just talks for the hell of it
He’s unfit to lead
Because he’s equipped with greed
And an unwillingness to read
Gaining success from his family tree
He lives the American dream
By making others scream
To indulge his team
And his bigotry
All it took for his courtship
Was a culture of celebrity worship
And idiots buying his horseshit
Of acting remorseless
The gullible are impressed
With how well he is dressed
So they think he’s the best
Putting him in a wing that is west
Because he has a lot of money
But without any capability
You better start running
Money let’s him **** willingly
He takes advantage of the stupid and racist
By pointing at people with brown faces
Saying they’re here to replace us
Like they’re working for Asus
And not mowing his lawn
He said they will **** us
To manipulate his pawns
He’s a megalomaniac
Who thinks he’s a brainiac
But it’s a brain he lacks
To understand the impact
Of his negative attacks
Still he thinks he’s a genius
Which justifies his meanness
So his cruelty is seamless
While he claims to redeem us
This is our most vulnerable hour
With a president compromised by foreign powers
Building ivory towers
By turning minorities sour
There’s a litany of reasons
Why he calls them heathens
But it all revolves around freedoms
Being stripped from those who need them
His constituents have their heads in the sand
So they blindly give in to his demands
Going after whoever he’s ******
In the name of this land
Other kinds are banned
You can tell the bad guys have won
When they start separating mothers from sons
At the end of a gun
So there’s nowhere to run
Away from the oppression
Of our downward descension
As he does nothing to lessen
The root of our depression
His concentration camps
Give a **** slant
To his lofty plans
Until no one can stand
Without a weapon
Because of his deception
Which was his intention
To win the election
He promised detention
Of the boogeyman mentioned
The red, white and blue
Adopts an orange hue
When the foreign lose
From the fascist bruise
Of an orange noose
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Wallowed in gray
Discovered by gloom
Resurrected
Drowned by monsoon
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
you were the blue ocean
and i was the yellow sun
i didn't know what a sunset looked like—
to me, it looked nothing more
than my descension into ruin
it was nothing more than my inevitable undoing
but as i sank down,
you enveloped me into your warmth
i found myself less afraid, i saw it
as a different kind of undoing; a serene death
as i lose all life, you promised
to hold me safe through the night
until i can rise again at dawn,
until i inevitably come back to you
everyone looks on, in awe of
the sunset, my aftermath,
seeing beauty in my death, as i
come home into your warmth
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
Where were we when you quit the sound?
Caught in distance while you hung around
Encased inside of our own menial pursuit
Flaunting desperation as a constant survival
As you battled death in your combat boots
There is no glory with fate as your rival
What were you seeing in your distorted mind?
As you ate your last words and ecstaticly dined
At the chemical festival of illusions' absorbtion
How far did your gaze stroll onto the other side?
did you meet with an end or the start of damnation?
In which lonely drawer do your dreams now reside?
Where have the remnants of life made their grave?
Are they in the lingering regret that you've paved?
Through each flash of your face and casket sight
The delusional rebirth of your presence revealing;
Fragments of ended realities giving spark to night
Burning sigils into visions of a broken feeling
Flame lit sketches etched across a charred eulogy
Only a name remains lying in the wake of a memory
Pieces scattered amongst an unfitting resting place
Conflicting beauties molding a divine contrast
A devil laid to rest in the midst of holy space
One shade of diversity on a bland earthly cast
Echoes of descension from this dimming black sky
Adorning each reflection with your hollow eyes
Complexions left searching for an answer to hold
As to how lifes' vigor can so swiftly fall to decay
And,The aging of dignity resembling every tale told
Seems to shine a reality check on this tragic play
A nulling backdrop for this cemetary playground
Where the kings and queens become tediously crowned
With a sickly ailment that reaks of dalipidation
The stench of the end atop an eternal retrospect
Glaring back with the most sincere of validations
That the fallen live on as our recollections resurect
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
In the sea of aged descension,
debauchery of tortoises and sea horses,
afloat bottoms up.
With fleeting corals,
wilted they wane,
a familiar millet stops by.
Seeping ashes I breathe in,
treacherous flames I shan’t squelch,
left nothing but void to differ the abyss
from an unfathomable surface.
Tidal deluge washes away.
Deprive me of thy momentum,
for I no longer swim.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
One must suffer for beauty
But not in this self-destructive fashion
Maybe after we put ourselves out there
They'll worship at the pedestal
Some skewed mindset of what glamour highlights
Re-invent yourself
Not innovate another's identity
We're just templates
left to be traced by another
Who wants to be the photocopied poster child?
She just wants out
You can't blame her for exploiting herself
This was after the sext messages
Sent to his phone
forwarded to all his friends
sent to all their friends
inevitably the internet
Girl's got a sickness about her
She wants to go viral
Starving for attention
Starving herself for perfection
Caught somewhere between ascension of ego
and descension of the soul
She's lost like a lighter in a smoke circle
Won't somebody spark the way?
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
I feel safest wrapped in
Darkness
Solitary,
Voluntarily.
Shut my eyes and experience the
Colors,
Under covers,
Fast asleep.
(I never asked you to be next to me.
I never told you that I couldn't feel.)
And I feel strangest
In the daylight
In the sunshine or the shade I am
Opened like a book
For leafing through.
My ink melts and leaks
Off pages
Until
Descension,
Depths of ages
Passed and to come.
Again I am one.
(I never asked you to
Let me in)
Cloak of blackness
Masks malpractice
Sets me free.
Solidity,
Shattered as the sun
Beats me awake and I am
Shaken,
Naked,
Young, Dumb, Prepared to Fake it
Let me be.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet.
Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats!
fill my feet with air
put me on a square
use our soles for patches
i think we make great matches
how's a compass work?
what's a compass for?
what's another dimension?
what's behind this door?
get me off this plain
toxify my brain
use our bones as easels
paint pictures of the weasels
how's a paintbrush work?
what's a canvas for?
what is inner descension?
who's inside that door?
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des·cen·sion
/dəˈsenSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling.
"a smooth descension back down"
2.
a flock of woodpeckers.
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
im the ******* half-breed ******
go ahead and pull the trigger
you cant take my standing vigor
tell me that im just a ******
stop talking
and dig another moat
now tell me, do you need another ******* scapegoat?
yours is big but mine is bigger
if im the grave then you're the digger
so if in this life you're the rigger
then why am i the ******* ******
scarred markings
assailants i cant see
i took a look up at the sky and then it hit me
con descension ripped us off
little girl has blown her top
herbicide on life's corn crop
i can hear the brain cells pop
life looks good before the drop
wade and wander through the slop
**** yourself to make it stop
quiet, or i'll call the cops
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
She falls in love with rejection
The lack of attention
She may need an intervention
But it cant be prevented
The mere mention
Of self descension
Wraps her mind in a new dimension
She falls for degradation
And cant help her fascination
She is stuck in a contravention
Which leads to sleep deprivation
He is not easy to fool
She thinks in admiration
She is in love with rejection and his never ending reprehension
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Hard Topics more or less Essential?
To speak your mind raise your voice
Your choice
Life fundamentals which are potentially not fun to mention or list them in a Corrupt System
That is Systematically
Problematic
Absurd to merge these choice words
with opposing verbs
To please the Masses
Seeing how The Watchers watch
and observe from an Orbital distance
For they have their Watchmen and henchmen but not to be confused with
Jehovah's true or 2 witness
For the rings of Saturn have
dangerous curves
These here I recognize as anti-Christ like
or anti-Christian affiliated or anything
remotely anti-Christ or anti-
Christian
Like a one world Religion
I'm talking NWO false prophetic enlisted
Tricksters mixed in with vicious
Political figures
No figment of my imagination
hearsay or a conspiracy with a twist
I'm just down for exposing
Who's Who
Call me a Conspiracist
with a list
No.. better yet
I'm more like a Realist
with a real list
And no I'm not Heaven sent
or Hell bent on the descension of
your opinions
Because I have my own Ascension
to ascend to
With other worldly entities from other
Dimensions against me
Who hate me for being Christ affiliated
and Christ opinionated
With a whole unholy Nation sanctioned
to alienate me with more hatred?
Big Mistake
For I'll just debate it as being Under-estimated
And hold true to the Essentials
of Life fundamentals
Unabated
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Rise, rise, out of the caverns of darkness,
through lives, unfolds your immortal journey
Collapsed field Vast to small particular blabberings
chosen timeline growing ego wonder, wonder to structure
through vales sunny at times, but
through the vaults of obscurity often
Scribblings crowd of faces men, trees, flowers
to consonants to family birds and beats butterflies
grounded in the light ancient,whose
descension is all the souls that set out
Autumn leaves Seasons tastes, smells one of a kind
rainbow joy of sun and snow sound of music for all things
before the dawn of time, branching out
into segmented existences, in a quest for Self.
regimen run, roll, infant bondings slow march of
and play skip and hop friendships the little man
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
does she recede into her lair of solitude and silence, or does she slip away shadowless to the soft secret of her dark cove?
or, rather, does she sink into a sweeter place, a heavier place,
lifted high with the smell of
deep oleander and tall curtains of swaying stalks?
for down and down she goes,
the descension into madness made so easy.
down and down and down until she is
all that place and not at all that place.
and so until her descension halts,
down and down and down
she'll go.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
The homily that turned into slobbering, unequaled any ordinary drool. Evenly balance my center of gravity.
Breathe in, breathe out. Lung sacs are losing elasticity.
Tighten descension through to your love. Air is thick surrounding what is
held inside a chalice.
Blood mist pillows.
Body crimson flush.
An amity offered presently, so shortly
gives a second's continuance. My will
to hold your crux, so I may adore,
eat of, drink of, understand.
Our sacrament has not yet recognition
in eyes of high on holy. Still, I promise
to sit with you, sopping all this
be all and end all, so I may call
your meat, bone, and marrow,
solely mine.
As amorousness is the weakness I worship, you are my sin.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Walls close in
Choices walk out
Fear takes the win
Overflowing doubt
Company nonexistent
Friends only dreams
Darkness persistant
Nothing what it seems
Death looks divine
Absolutely dashing
Go for a ride
No fear of crashing
No more words
No more laughing
Nothing but shards
Survive the passing
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
#
*Sometimes, the pressure is so bad..
on the spiritual-shift,
that it feels as though I am right on the edge,
about to crumble--
as if all of Hell
is going to pull my soul and spirit
down in to it
an "un-willing" descension;
dragged down, in full ****** form
. . .
There is a death down there,
a life-swallowing horror--
My destruction, waits for me there
There are poor, broken-ones there
unfairly
held against their will, there.
I shudder as I think of the doom--
the retribution that awaits me
for anything.. for everything
I have done
that has dinged
his all holiness,
the one on the throne here--
the deceptive-one,
the hidden agenda, acquiesced..
the f oo ler of us all..
(the ******
but, then I smile to myself;
.. and then, I can't stop smiling.*
#
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
The verge of a depression
Feels like an economic recession
Its the ascension
Before the descension
A slow mental digression
And my therapist says:
"While we're in session,
Do you have a confession?"
And I say, "No,
It can't be depression."
05/17/2023
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 5:13 AM UTC
We know because we saw a title.
But you can’t write if you’re dead.
Your boring melodramatic recital,
Is better left unsaid.
It may sound harsh to bare,
But honestly, look at what you wrote,
And explain to me why anyone would care,
To read something so trite, and I quote:
“...confession,”
“...pain,”
“...depression,”
“...rain.”
These cliché nouns,
That every “injured” poet seems to wear for attention.
Don’t forget to take “drown!”
On your path to descension.
Where the people without regard,
Follow the herd of the uninformed,
They’ll take their poems up under their arm,
And expect to be warmed,
Showered by the masses,
Their beliefs confirmed.
While I’ll hope this passes,
And that this “art” is termed.
But I fear it’ll never stop,
If poetry like yours,
Continues to enter my inbox.
Like a bag of **** on my doorstep.
The doorbell’s been rung,
And god ****** I’m answering,
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
That this pandering,
Needs to stop.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
It was written in stone
With celestial chisel
That they walk the path of sin
Reined by the rings of Hell--
Much like a planet
Waltzing in captivity.
What could they turn to
Beyond the drift of revelation
Trickling through the wake of Time.
And I, the so-called progeny
Of such cursed matrimony,
Have myriad of times
Rebelled against
unwanted imprisonment,
Have resorted to
many uncanny schemes
To tear down the bars of legacy
Alas, i have come
To a stupefying standstill
Stood and swallowed
The demons of my waywardness
Oh, how those demons kept me alive
At every destructive yet
ecstatic turn.
How to separate God and Devil
Impossible!
The promise of descension looms
In every game of darkness
The Light above blooms
Every hue of divine harness.
In mystifying ocean of thoughts
Which way to walk, to run
Humanity seems the only savior.
A forbidden fruit
Unleashed the human race
The fable of original sin.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
I had fallen between a waking state
And a life I believe I entirely imagined.
I imagined you, because at the time
It was everything I thought I had needed.
If only I could have one more thing
If only I could run and
touch you
taste you
scream everything
I thought you were.
My thoughts were a continuous sea of moonlight,
A familiar, nostalgic ambiance
I wrote about you beneath
so long ago.
When I believed moths were faeries,
When the fireflies died
And the eclipse kept me awake in the dissonance
of night
When my heart felt giddy,
I thought-- then, now,
I had finally held a shallow coal
That burned deeply, vehemently
I wanted to swallow it and feel it
scorch my insides.
Finally, I had become delirious
For all of the right reasons.
At that point I was simply looking
For an excuse to slip quietly
past reach.
I would rise and wander in the early hours
Of morning, and would blame it
On you
When it was merely my own soul
Screeching, bleeding
Clawing at the sad, impermanent baggage of flesh
Popping my seams undone over every pore,
Unstitching my sanity
Wanting so viscerally to be let out, escape--
Freedom….
Is what I wanted.
I don’t think I ever truly wanted you.
A lust overcoming
Was my body's way of rejecting humanity's
Trivial circumnavigation of romance.
Laying on the celestial floorboards
Watching my whirlpool of scars
And all of the screaming…
I kept hearing it.
The incarceration of my dreams,
The inferno of desire I wanted to burn forever in,
Sat so prettily upon my heart
I never dared move it.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
The rustling leaves of golden hue,
tell the story of Autumn's view;
They glimmer and glow like the stars,
which shine in the indigo sky afar.
And when they fall they tell the truth,
of Autumnal descension upon our roof;
Setting the table for cold and frosty air,
that fills our lungs and keeps us aware.
Our hearts rely on Autumn's pleasures,
to assure us all of the Lord's holy treasures;
And when the breezes blow hard and fast,
we realize Summertime could never last.
With memories clear of September smiles,
watching sapphire rain that flows for miles;
And when misty October opens its door,
the luxurious sites of scarlet endure !
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC