"directionality" poems
I grew up chaotically
in dichotomy, my hands
in between the walls carrying bi-polarities
“cradles! babies that squeal
for fear of strangers,
mothers, where are the mothers,
where is the family, have you disappeared
in McDonalds and KFC’s?”
Flashing Christmas lights throbbing
in my left eye, so colourful I don’t know
directionality, temporality burning me up
losing me up, inside these sights I feel a, a
maze in again, and up again…like
a ****** on a horse-
“there are aliens outside!!”
though, on the other side
just
air
in my right eye. I see air, extending.
all the gentle blue hum of the air.
it goes, breathes, in and out.
Lalala,
mmmmmmmm
It's so satisfying man.
Tell everyone about it.
While everyone sleeps,
I creep into the boardrooms,
where they hold their secret meetings.
There are certain syndicates in charge
of things like this; devising plans,
scratching heads, drawing charts,
painting on brains,
with paint by numbers.
But go on, (shuffle awkwardly),
for i am no emasculated lion
courageous in defeat,
i am merely a rose,
left lying on city streets.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
*
I was thiknin'
Why do I always need to reorder lists
So that heavier, or worse things
Follow the lesser ones, as in:
"disappointment and tragedy"
vs.
"tragedy and disappointment"
It's like—Disappointment?! Pft, we have tragedy here, man!
I wonder, would I have this proclivity
If I were from another country
Then I think
Nah
I'd be hangin' in that forest
A haiku stapled to my tie
*
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
More BEAST than Man.
The things you cry demon too, they are thee
The beast understand me.
Summon forth the beauty you fear.
Thou who would not dare, explore the unknown terrane .
These are the plains were Thine feel free.
Thou cant see who is more awake than thee.
Everybody and nobody
observe calming river as thee wafts down stream of the violent sea you call reality.
I don't truly comprehend this Humanity, but the
operation in my mind I hide from thee, for Thou is part of this
manufacture reality.
Though humanity may not receive me, I walk
with poise around the decaying ancestors under our feet.
The dirt that was once flesh and bone.
They cry insanity when they pass over there understanding.
Insanity? or different directionality.
There is more than this mention.
I must mention it all will pass.
Even the peaceful little thoughts you have moon gazing laying on the grass.
What will become of thine reality?
I do not try to make sense of this jumbled world
This moment I enjoy the awakening.
I am but a tribal being soured by your ways.
Bearing witness the darkness in many things.The darkness in
many things lights the spring.
Life can leave a bitter taste, but as taste buds change I savor these days. Enjoy the luxury of the days warm embrace.
Solace found with what you call demons
I find solace with the scavengers.
thou canst not understand these things now
I am more awake than you can see
Floating down this never ending sea.
lying here with the dogs, hugging my earth,oh how the earth know I love thee.
Reality is not always logical
We were meant to be, yet I must meet you on another plain
Make thine way home through the cold night fog.
Listen to the words from that what you do not speak too.
Know to savor your honey when its warm.
I would watch as the locust swarm all the lights of life into pitch
I know Thee may Never know the reasoning behind my actions now.
For I must be more beast than man
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
I salute all the World
Militantly.
It is my duty.
I must fall in line--
With the marching.
Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Break--
Die.
Rebirth--
To and fro
The Pendulum swings.
Force,
but an inherent lack of directionality.
But the Pendulum does not hit
Anything.
It is pacific
and without opinion.
But O,
How It Swings WITH FORCE.
And the Pendulum swings Alone.
-LP
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Once we were passing strangers
With no knowledge of each others names.
And there had not yet been the memories,
Or the photos in the frames.
We had never said the words,
Or greeted as we passed.
Or agreed on a certain relationship.
No atmosphere had been cast.
We had not worried about tomorrow,
Or if we'd see each other soon.
We had never thought about a future, together,
Or promised each other the moon.
We had our own paths to walk on,
And our own futures to live for.
But then one day our paths crossed,
And we felt loneliness, no more.
I often believed it metaphorical,
When I witnessed people part.
How it seemed they were leaving forever,
Separating at the heart.
I thought of the directionality,
The opposite ways they would go.
And I felt a little melancholy,
For the things they'd never know.
That same belief remains within me,
I still fear those metaphoric ends.
Now though, with you, I realise,
We'll always part as friends.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC