"dimensioned" poems
I hope you feel like an *******
You salty son of a *****
This tangled web of pain and deceit
to which you have stitched
A faltering rock so inept
For all of those emotions
or lack there of that you kept
Kept buried away
Or maybe dimensioned
Pain and deceit
to with you can never replenish
Remove your icy insidious hand
Cause you are just another piece of ****
To which I can not stand
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
Incongruous
The day between Abe’s birthday and Valentine’s Day the day that love is celebrated how apropos for
This piece to call on the better angels of our nature to reach out to others and with wonder touch their
Lives in those dry desert like places I guess this piece comes from a mother’s words when with perfect
Sensitivity she said I notice how my child droops at the simple fact when mail is passed out and he is left
Out nature is itself called Mother Nature and in her possession are so many blessings that flow into
Our lives blue skies white clouds streams of water yes they have a primary purpose but emotionally they
Are given to enhance our moods of a truth life has stretches of the mundane common places how
Quietly and refreshing are those slow places when we are over taxed as friends we are the delivery
Systems for sure blessings but at times we need to adjust our thinking take a moment and survey what
Is really going on that can mean taking a second look it is surprising what can be missed we can be the
Freeing agent in a situation with nothing but a hand on the shoulder or a smile can revert troubles that
Are overflowing another’s life all it takes is sensitivity and caring life is a battle and it doesn’t always
Come with a battle plan its open ended aspect is the perfect opportunity for you through the power
Of friendship how many evils large and small have met defeat under this glorious banner that was
Created by mercy and its attentive nature to watch and protect our loved ones all it takes is the willing
Hearts of true friends this is just a note to say that you can be the magnificent rose just above the thorn
And by your expression of beauty and careful thought the thorn is dimensioned as it is in nature the rose
is what matters but it has its quality and life just beyond pains identifiable thorn
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 1:05 PM UTC
sometimes/ it is hard to inhale through this mess of standing sentences and polite posture; the blue of a background and proud dimensioned paper – when it should be blue ink on you and i. the words here are selfish and greedy and angry, they throw darts and smile with emphasis but the ones i write with you are like f eathers and drowned beneath the corners. i want to rearrange them flip their coy glasses and fill them with warm water but i do not think my english teacher will corroborate and the magazines say no. my heart thickens like yours and i worry for the words because isn’t it hot where they are? aren’t they hungry or thirsty without their ribs? the pen shop is just across the street i want to tear them from dusty shelves and online guides and put them in our notebook without commas. they do not know spaces and i think - stuck in history it must be lonely;
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
a glimpse of a sketch
of an outline of an idea
glittered with the crust
of cobalt wrists
new emotions piano’d
against the tin roof of my memory
analogous to my god
complex
a possessive clutching
at your budding wings
shear them from you
before you can fly
trap you under me
my goading grimace
i feel regret
but i cant let you go
you are my umbra
please stay under me
a two dimensioned demigod
silhouette
how id feel without
my shadow
i havent the foggiest
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Man-watching, starry-eyed flame Why does it promise stubborn, headstrong Hope only to others?! You tell me, fair lady, the real, the crystal-truth! Dog-hatred and jackal-hatred become blood nowadays, And vague hopefulness breeds in the place of conscious realizations; Ideas are easily crushed! From our hesitant self-defeating chess-steps only Waste springs! The ****** outcast secret of decipherable end-points; the thundering purr of ruby drops of blood in the wound-litter of beating hearts threatened with infarction is evident!
He who daily serves the ivory-Culture experiences a whirlwind! From the twilight of disillusionment a safe and reliable way is seldom found! The cosmic downfalls of groaningly cicentric life-paths guarantee success for powerful oligarchic generals to dictate new, selfish terms! - Spiral Life wraps itself around itself like a shoelace: if it could, it would abuse its born creation to grab privileges!
From bone-lungs oozes syrupy-murderous silence, like hard-healed wounds! Even now the memories of the past carry dagger-edged cares to our feet; dreams are cherished by the babble of babes, and vows are made by the unruly Heart within itself! - Under the pathetic Existence, as a gesture of exalted dignity, prison walls are erected for the incomprehensible ****** of the stumbling obstacles! How does the over-dimensioned, pedestalized Man manage in the catacombs of consumer societies?!
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 12:09 AM UTC