"dismantles" poems
I scream to drown the noise,
And fight to hold my poise
Against this sonic wave
That dismantles and destroys.
This place that I called home…
It’s all that’s left of what I own.
I fear I’m destined to the desert,
Or somewhere desolate to roam.
Tried to convince my brain this wasn’t real –
That lies are all I feel.
I’m not sure why I fear this noise;
There’s nothing left for it to steal.
- - -
Yet, I plug my ears and scream;
Tear the stitching from my seams . . .
I find it difficult to sleep,
And near-impossible to dream.
I scream so hard it makes me sweat,
And my skin begins to gleam
*This heat turns smiles into tears,
Like water into steam*
My head begins to ache.
My hands begin to shake.
If I chose the wrong path,
I made one hell of a mistake.
While my lungs still permit,
I’ll keep their volume set on high,
Lifting my head to the clouds,
To scream at the sky.
I have yet to hear an answer,
And while I’m not much of dancer
I learned some steps from Lady Luck
In hopes to cure me of this cancer.
- - -
Now, I don’t believe in luck –
But she still left me with something . . .
While we danced I took notice;
The noise dulled slightly to a humming.
I looked back to Lady Luck
– and I’m sure this wasn’t just a dream –
But she had vanished to the air,
Like water into steam.
I said “I don’t believe in luck.”
She still left me something, though.
She said:
*“You can’t predict the world –
I assume this much you know…
But if a farmer plants a seed,
In that spot, a plant will grow.”*
One day, my throat gave out.
For no longer, could I shout.
And I don’t believe in luck,
So I was simply left with doubt.
I cursed that lady’s words.
I told myself that she was crazy.
When something caught my eye…
There - at my feet - grew a daisy.
A daisy… In the desert…
So despite how bad my head hurt,
I thanked God for Lady Luck.
I thanked God that I had met her.
The noise I heard was her opposite.
It was the presence of chance.
I've learned the farmer can’t predict the world,
But, as surely as seeds grow into plants . . .
My only choices are my actions.
So, I think I’ll take today to dance.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Wait for the door by the pillar
because she’ll be back again,
with an arm around her neck
to keep her warm against cold
eyes looking down, from the surrounding guys from around the bar.
Every jackpot ever, was won in their hearts that night
in that shadow of time that they called light.
Single girls will always be watched,
and those girls with a man attached
will always seem unmatched in the eyes of the lonesome.
I waited by the door and joined in with her stride,
a pace set with vigour and pride.
Did I speak?
No, never spoke up, just let it carried on
until it lit and flared up.
When that match hit okra runway slip
everything comfortable flipped and switched
into a cushion of stone that now dismantles backs,
blisters fingers and causes calluses that stop and linger.
Hate myself?
Increasingly.
Personification was me, to her
and to me, she was just that.
I should really get in contact,
and apologise.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
Blood come, blood lust
Pulse and closed trickle
Pledged and disloyal
Come beckon her closer
The red grin dismantles
Flesh as well as the cleaver
Pain left drowned within
Infinite desire
And heir blackens and boils
Skin softer than petals
Split apart for the curious /
The insatiable
Come beckon her closer
Come beckon her closer
We all die in the moment
And live for nothing.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
*
When FATE and DESTINY
Makes BELOVEDz-LOVERZ meet
And when they Open up
Their hearts & SOUL
To show their ETERNAL AGAPE LOVE
On display to the society and world
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
******
The modern age we live in
Where each person is hidden behind
A fake mask of artificial shallow-ness
Speaking parroted knowledge
Of ineffectual education
When LOVING dismantles
Such faulty veils of life
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*****
BELOVEDz-LOVERz always shower
Joy and happiness to one-another
Only they understand
The hidden POWERS of LOVE
Read between the lines of these words
Understand what LOVER-Z eyes are saying
Once LOVERz-BELOVEDz eyes
Blink in synchronized ONENESS
The world will wake-up from
Their wasted slumber of
Rat-racing success, power & wealth
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*******
When the heart of flowers
Will burn with LOVE
Those times the dew drops
Will emit insatiable LOVE fire
This season
When the Nature will nurture
LOVE flowers to bloom
In every corner of planet earth
The sky will adore itself
With a billion color rainbows
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I Jammed the pain inside, to wait for the defects to reside. Today strays and wanders away until it's stuffed down inside the void of discomfort. Let's roll our imagination onto light able paper, light it, and watch it burn..
See because that's what addiction does. It overrides your body latching on your inner artistry for its fuel. Pretty soon you become a machine, something mindless. Fasten your seatbelt because your on auto-pilot.
Now the transactions of your body really start to inaugurate. Your internals no longer has what it takes to fight, to resist, so now come the alterations.The tips of your fingers go hand in hand with the tip of your tongue. How your saliva's lust for substance dismantles the chemical compounds. Your taste buds loving that all too familiar feeling. Your greed full blood consuming every inch of it. As the destruction slowly trickles down your throat your anxious. Then the finale comes, the moment you've been waiting patiently for the manipulation and overhaul of your brain and your reality remodeled, your home.
In those seconds pain is never an option, never a thought. Your lost out at sea. But that's all it really is, seconds, minutes, sometimes hours, just a little more time to stick the dysphoria on the back burner. When in truth you've just deepened the scar and exposed it to infections. When it's gone your left with broken thoughts that feel unrepairable.
Addiction doesn't just come from pre-packaged materials, they come from every entity you wish that blocks the truth out. They come from unfulfillment , pain, and soak themselves until you are left with no control. You have to fight, fight for your life. Face the music
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
Have you ever met that person
Or those people
Who touch your life in such a way
That nothing is ever the same?
Those who,
When gone,
Leave you tattered in pieces,
Rotting into nothing?
They turn their backs without one worry for your sake
And you die inside.
Every time they come up in life,
A little piece of your soul dismantles from the rest
And you are never the same again.
I act solid as stone
Cold and strong
No fear, and no worry
Only silence and concrete
But image only exists to others
Those of the outside world
Watching,
And you're blind.
In actuality,
In true, depraved reality,
I worry about myself.
I am afraid of who I will become
And who I have became.
All because of those ones
Who have destroyed my entire being
Time, and time again:
I am not strong,
I am not impenetrable,
I am vulnerable and weak hearted,
And I am not me.
Transformed, now I stand
A shadow of my old self
Breathing but not living
Moving and getting nowhere
Silence without peace.
And the sick reality is
I did it to myself
Because no matter how cold I act
The foundation will still fall
When you allow even the smallest nail
To break through your walls,
Even with good intentions.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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Socrates on the Courthouse Lawn in Liberty, Texas
“Strong minds discuss ideas,
average minds discuss events,
weak minds discuss people.”
-attributed to Socrates, but no one knows
Imagine if you will old Socrates
On an old wooden bench on the courthouse lawn
Playing checkers with all the other old men
On an old picnic table throughout the day
He lifts his old straw hat in the leafy shade
With his old bandana he wipes his old bald head
And sagely asks the old questions of us
And through his dialectic dismantles old cant
And that must be why, as the ages pass
They’ve made for him a monument here in the grass
(While passing through Liberty, Texas I saw on the courthouse lawn a marble slab engraved only with “Socrates”.)
Liberty County Courthouse - TexasCourtHouses.com
Liberty, Texas, Bed & Breakfast Hotels (usatoday.com)
Socrates (Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy)
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
Effortlessly the great life-giver dismantles the frozen tranquility of the Night.
First, the immaculate tears the blue-black curtain to reveal the crimson scars of daybreak.
Soon after, her warming touch reaches the frosty moss on the trees: vapor arises.
Seeming to defy gravity, her disk of pure selflessness rises in the sky,
peeling yet further back the veil of darkness.
Her oranges,
then pinks,
then finally hues of soft blue
stretch ahead of her, as if to warn us of her impending, unbiased gaze.
She keeps us and our friends warm
just as she does the same for our enemies.
She doesn't care who you are, where you're from, what you believe,
whom you love, nor what you do at home when you think you're alone.
She just gives all of us, each day, every one of us
unbiased, unconditional, relatively unending
sustenance.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 8:28 AM UTC
#
When Love's scalpel comes
towards my beautiful Gloria--
she leans in to it
What is it that makes this one
believe
at such a tremendous cost
to to herself
and yet, so many others
turn and run..
turn and hide?
I was built-- from the ground, up
to help hold ones
such as yourself, up
as the bright healing light
of loves ache
dismantles the intricacies of our
once-necessary, life-built
war machines..
yes, my beauty--
down to the very core
of your foundation,
where you can finally
have the chance
to become rebuilt:
from the ground's true bedrock,
up
#
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
Confide in me she whispers,
Peeling away each layer that traps his essence,
Share your devious truths that ache to surface,
Confide in me,
Trusting her gestures he dismantles his barriers,
Flooding her refuge with stories untold,
He confides in her solitude.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
☯
Full Lakota moon,
unzips me from her womb &
dismantles this love.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
in the words of
a reverend and a King
human salvation
lies in the hands
of the creatively
maladjusted
defamiliarize the chaos
an absent-minded apparatus
addling brain cells
checks and balances
proliferate a status quo
of enmity and aggression that
propagates oppression and
dismantles genuine political
expression for those outside
the whitewashed coffin
recognize the enemy
in our own eyes as we
eradicate the apathy that
leeches liberty and
fabricates freedom
reformist rhetoric is
too little too late
revolutions are cyclical
and ultimately infantile
so fan the flames of rebellion
destruction precedes creation
raise hell and raze the system
of enmity that pits
7.4 billion
brothers and sisters
against each other
anarchy is order
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
In seventy three it all started
A friendship, that's all that it was
But, their friends could only see trouble
They couldn't see it...and that was because
There was Blood in The water all ready
They were fighting, which they thought was fine
Dan and Maria were in the tornado
That had started in early Grade nine
They dated for five years before college
They promised to each other alone
But, alone only meant "we're together"
"At least....when the other's not home"
There was Blood in The water...real vivid
They're friends could all see it quite well
These two were together, but cheating
The Blood in The Water could tell
They split when they both left for college
They said they'd stay friends while away
But, long distance...it broke up their friendship
I think it broke up in a day
There was Blood in The water, you'd see it
When these two got together again
They would fight like the devil incarnate
But their friends knew they'd hook up again
They could all see the blood in the water
They were doomed from the start...easily
They were mad more than madly in love so,
Their friends just stayed back,...just to see
That the Blood in The Water was spreading
They all knew that the next step they'd see
Was Dan and Maria get married
This was trouble with a capital T
Two years passed and Dan, he got fired
He took a new job in the east
They moved down there, though they were still fighting
Their life was just famine or feast
The Blood In the Water was scarlet
It was getting much redder each time
The one who'd be hurt by their fighting
Was their new son and that was a crime
The house that they lived in was smaller
Dan was drinking and that got him through
The days and the nights of their fighting
There was a storm coming.....we knew
But, The Blood in The Water was missing
For these two couldn't see what was there
They were a storm of gigantic proportions
And their fighting was not always fair
Maria, she'd always go shopping
Spending money she knew was all gone
While Dan stayed at home and was drinking
While he took care of their three year old son
Their friends saw the Blood in The Water
These two filling the waters with chum
They could see a divorce in the offing
They knew not when the end would become
It was obvious right from the beginning
These two were as diffenent can be
Their friends knew it right when it started
In the summer of seventy three
Now with all of this Blood in The Water
Choosing sides had to be done by all
Were you Dan's friend or her's really truly
How does one make that call?
They divorced after ten years together
It all happened with nary a fuss
Dan moved home to go live with his mother
No one was shocked...well, not us
There'd been Blood In The Water forever
There were fins following close behind
We all watched as they marriage dismantles
And as friends we feigned shock and were kind
So, Beware of The Blood in The Water
It will make all your water seem warm
You can't see it while you are both fighting
It's not there in the eye of the storm
The Blood in The Water's a warning
As a friend, stay away and get back
For if you tell either one that you see it
I'm not sure, but I think they'll attack
In seventy three it all started
A friendship, that's all that it was.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
It's not falling in love that scares me,
It's the falling out of it.
You know, the feeling that creeps up on you,
Like a tear in nyolon stockings, or an old knit sweater.
Not a big obnoxious **** but a tiny run that eventually dismantles the entire garment,
Leaving it forlorn and impossible to wear.
Tossed aside in an old wastebasket, only to be taken out for reminicing.
We're destined for that kind of falling apart, I think.
I know it isn't fair, but it's inevitable,
And the more we try to avoid it,
The longer we pretend it doesn't exist,
The harsher it becomes, catching us off guard.
Slowly infesting the shadows of our doubts,
Until it takes over, leaving us naked
Face to face with the unwraveling truth:
Nothing that lasts is beautiful,
And nothing that's beautiful lasts.
For, every time "I love you" is uttered,
The fabric between us wears a little thinner,
Exposing our flesh to the unforgiving coldness of leaving.
Making us vulnerable in the worst kind of way.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
When we meet again
It will never be the same
In the arms of Lord Jesus
From the moment you leave us
Life can be so unkind
When dementia takes your mind
Slowly dismantles your world
Mother to five boys and a girl
But now in silence most days
When I speak you have little to say
You struggle more to take medication
Memories of dad you no longer mention
With food you now eat much less
Carers now help you each day to dress
It pains me each day with what I see
As I can see, I'm slowly losing you and me
Nothing will mend my broken heart
You are my world that's falling apart
When you leave it's to a better place
Our Lord will give you a warm embrace
Just remember when you look down up above
I always cared and gave you a sons true love
There is nothing I can do about floods of tears
For in my heart forever I hold you dear
Just remember mum through good and bad
The happiness as well as times when sad
For now by your side forever I will stay
Until your starlight fades away
Till one day all life comes to an end
Poetry I will write till we meet again
And until we meet again
Life will never be the same
8/11/2015
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Motionless
I stare at my past
as it enters the present.
A rush of cold blood
dismantles my stance
as I shake within the bellowing air
and mourn as the act unfolds.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
mind locked in fear
repeating the same
mistakes over and over
slamming into the same
dead end walls.
one day a life altering suggestion
is given, "go around the wall."
fear dissipates to make room
for something unknown;
a new regime takes over my mind
based on trust and hope that
dismantles the walls.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
I've thrown myself off the cliff of uncertainty
and I fall
fast
scraping into
my shadows and
anxieties;
I hit my fears
face.
first.
The Plunge of Faith
comes hand in hand
with the Purge of
Eradication,
Deformation,
And
Illumination;
and with this pain-
this process
of being smashed open
Broken,
everything I thought I was
Dismantles,
and the mirror of the dark night
is created;
from which,
I am able to see
Everything I Am,
already Was,
and will always Be.
Within the pieces of
this dark night mirror,
I am finally able to see,
Me.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
A blazing inferno lights the never-ending night
Each item burns slowly enough to watch it suffer
But not enough to hope for it to survive
First the shelves start crumbling to the ground
Once filled with duplicate journals
Divulged into pervasive memories
Now replaced by eternal hellfire
Then the carpet catches flames
Burning through the soft yet opulent texture
Erasing past footsteps that once existed
The desk meets the fiery blaze
Hours of work melting away into budget plastic
Leaving no indication of the modest
Only the charred
Finally the bed starts searing
As the occupant still dormant
Scalds away any last memories
And dismantles the memorable dreams
As neighbors peep through the window
And laugh with uncontrollable disdain
While the room burns to the ground
The next morning when the occupant wakes
In the middle of his charred home
He walks outside and greets his neighbors
But nobody can tell whether he is almost dead
Or almost alive
Just scarred enough to seem as both
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
The cool breeze tickles my face,
The sun plays hide and seek.
There is peace in the air,
A quietness that precedes the sunset.
Most of the young baseball teams
Have already left or, are winding up.
The young basket ball players are still busy
Running around the hoop and throwing the ball.
Walkers and runners, people with strollers
Are all there going around that mile long track,
Surrounded by the tall Eucalyptus trees and
Curious squirrels and the dogs that chase them.
The usual Latino picnickers are less in number.
Some are still barbecuing and eating on the benches.
But there is one group under some tents,
Singing with an all female mariachi band.
The same dog walkers that I see every weekend,
With dogs on strollers, in their backpacks, and walking on their sides,
Are having an impromptu meeting with a bunch of their tribe,
With their dogs eagerly expressing their opinions.
There is a Dance 1 show from Redondo,
With the young kids showing off their just acquired talent,
Dancing asynchronously, but trying their best though,
Sometimes, stopping and watching others.
Batting cage is still active, the clunk clunk sound
Adding background music to the park.
People are still sitting around the pond,
Ducks walking eagerly around them asking for food.
There is a group of people busy eating,
Perhaps members of the "Bigger than the Big” club.
I watched curiously about their transition
From standing to the sitting position.
Shadows get longer, sun is bidding farewell,
Dance team dismantles its stage,
Young dancers with wild hopes,
All start walking towards their cars.
©Bharathi Devi
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
cohesive depiction
of fictional visions
happily ready after
nearly every collision
dismantles your vision
an array of another chances
set a fort on my other nonos
you go back to your tank
I crawl back to my flag
you say good bye
I go solo
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Battleground Dismantles
Rusted Amor, Weakened Bones
I Stand Alone, In This Wicked Zone
Tearing Me Apart, Agonized Past
Will I Last, The Last Of My Breed
My Aztec Pride, Genetically Collide
The Scorpion King, A Tragic Possession
My Lands Under Recession
A Sickness Depression, My Roots
Under Attack, History Takes Us Back
In A Time A Moment A Life
Where My Ancesters Heritage
No Claims, No Greed,
The Land Of The Free
Torn Ligaments In My Knee
A Survivor Accomodated Provider
Heavy Weight On My Shoulders
A Soldier Ready To Go
Anyday Anytime Inflicted In Crime
Concrete Methods Abstract Ideology
A Form Of Impartial Expressions
Served Cold So Behold Stories Unfold
Analytical Observations I infuse
Careful I Never Lose In Combat
Feeding Off The Weak Strains
Crippled Dribbled Brains
Like Jack In The Box Confined
Blind In The Mind Behind Enemy Lines
I Refuse To Submit It's Evident
I'm The One Of My Kind
Virtually Impossible To Define
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
I am often afraid of the way my heart dismantles empty war zones.
The way it forms artilleries, lines up its soldiers
And decides to plan attacks on everything it falls in love with.
The way it breeches the soil below it,
Holds dear to it the sergeants of loss,
Creates dissembling amongst individual cavalry's
And plants land mines in itself that only my thoughts can ever walk over.
The way it's destined to stop beating, and still transmits a blood
That I already wish was killing me slowly. The way all the arteries around of it
Never cease to stop the crave to ascend away from it. The way they
Pull and pull, as their tugging increases the heaviness of every external
Touch. The way the memory of intimacy cascades in its battlefield, and
Is only implemented when love is destroyed in its clarity. The way the solidity
Of 'happiness' is created by its blindness and movements. The way a hand
Could reach upon it and violently caress it's edges without allowing
It's substance to feel a thing. The way an empty transgression could induce
Hell-fire in its perceived paradise and still allow it to exist in the flames. The way
Hundreds upon thousands of men could lie with it in a pit of oblivion,
And still be cautious of the way it still beats even after it's life is over.
It is petrifying to think that my heart is an atomic bomb set to
Possibly detonate over and over again
And, I am often afraid that it never will...
It may one day surrender,
...
But I am often afraid, that it never will.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
Sometimes it's gentle
and at times a hurricane
sometimes it dismantles
or a breeze in the plain...
You just feel it
and can hardly explain...
Like Wind
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC