"dispersal" poems
Destination home...
Making my way
Sleepy heads leaning
End of the day
Different people
Diverse ethnic races
Same endpoints
For us nameless faces
Where we're headed
Timeless cues
Rain-stained windows offer
Only blurred views
Beautiful display
Droplets colliding
Like liquid missiles
Crashing and merging
Yellow street lamps
Neons on buildings
Vehicular signals
Intermittent flashings
Reds, greens and ambers
Fighting for attention
Blues, whites and their hues
Feast for perception
Myriad colours
Refracted and broken
Prism induced dispersal
Little light show haven
Quite the spectacle
This dance and flight
Kaleidoscopic effect
Between water and light
Rain didn't abate
Unleashing full fury
All of us still safe
Capsule of tranquillity
Watching the chaos
Still silently looking
Overwhelming wonder
Heart is choking
Found myself tearing
At the sight of this view
Realised for certain
That I'm missing you...
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Sweet Earth, each molecule of me has come from you.
Sesame seed, broken into amino acids and calcium,
became my tiny bones; bananas, potassium,
the cells of my brain.
If we could trace each atom back, we'd find
Kansas, Iowa, Ecuador, Spain.
And further still, through unimaginable millennia,
these same atoms --the very same-- were flung from a supernova,
only to recombine, here, on Earth.
"Of star-stuff, are we made." Carl Sagan said.
And then (when I'm dead)
the same in reverse:
the atoms' slow dispersal:
pulled in by roots, washed by rivers, melted in magma,
blown, finally, to smithereens by the exploding sun....
Star-stuff, once again, become.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
Working under a cloud of sadness
Cleaning a mother’s home
After their death.
All the familiar objects
Are so much heavier
Loaded with emotion
Triggered by every trinket touched.
And the unfamiliar
Items never seen before
Not really secret
But secretive
Shed an unfamiliar light
Or a tragic one
On the lost life.
Add some desire you had
For resolution
Or proof of affection
A letter un-mailed, explaining…
Everything, less,
Or adding further mysteries.
Photos signed with a revealing scrawl
In a curious masculine hand.
And flowing in your mind
As you reduce a life to a list
For disposal, dispersal
A certainty
A knowing
That what you see is not the whole
The whole life
There’s something missing
That might explain
Her wistful expression
Her unexpressed longing,
The aura of regret,
You recall it easily.
A perfume of disappointment
Lingering.
And when you finally
Discover her dark journals
Her writing, but reflecting a stranger
A talent, a power, a presence
Never revealed, never known
But rich and sharp
With bright witty language
You understand this is a set of wings
Dusty with neglect
Heavy with melancholia
Unused wings.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Veins are mere highways.
Transit for blood from the heart,
heartache dispersal.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Stand in an open field and
tear out
the pages of your favourite book
and leave them
to the wind.
Underline the words for people to
find and read and
love
and leave you to wonder if they
noticed them at all.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
Numb in the tongue
All encompassing
Hope sliced
Sauteed and served on the side
Spiced by danger
Warm but not enticed
With anger and humiliation
My trust captured and convicted
The frustration and dispersal
This is not order.
Not mine anyway.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
holdover from the air cools bitter awash of dark and a turning horizon without centre. where i entered an empty frame across distance and skin like smoke. ive been having nightmares of cosmic terror a sublime loss of control like paper tearing in the chaotic drifts of broken eddies and other everyday things an inward open mirror a sunlit line wavering to heat disintegration dispersal erosion and death. ive been reading uncanny fluctuations in the sign of things in a power too great and sparse to comprehend overwhelmed by haunting finitude as time veers into collision and the fleeting panic of yesterdays blood. i find myself shaking at the thought of contact the electromagnetic law of repulsion built into the fabric of my flesh eyes turned away like a promise all language from dead stars. dragged along these orbits my skin trembles and i am hateful. faces blur in passageways half-lit rooms smudge across the surface of my memory until i see nothing but the colour of what was tightening the cords of my ribs stumbling inflexion. in the precession of traffic light blurs through my sleeve and i realise i was invisible all along and that i did this to myself and that nobody can help me and that i did this to myself and that i will retreat further and further and further because if it hurts to be abandoned it hurts more to be approached and misunderstood. the masks the words the acts the plays and beneath it all fear cruel mounting hopeless wretched fear eyes turning fingers running over and over until they break the lines of my face a ******* i turn the clocks upside down. i take the batteries out of all my electronic devices. i break the locks on my door. only then does morning come.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
a sorry fist forward
and mortally i follow
coldly into the first dark flint of day
not my natural habitat
so quiet.. or near so
a vacancy for occasional clean
isolated noises
i pause and pass a scan about
the hailing lack of conscious population
all packed away
hauntings themselves in beds
- like some form of post apocalyptic storage -
they add a vague lended charge
nature is on a limited budget this early
no birds yet and no solar minting
a massive racoon with only three legs crosses my intended path
in its mouth a gory wreckage
i steep to make balance
but my pores won't take it
i am sickened by the ballast
of my breakfast
i hollow onward into these new conditions
still deriding what to be
a tourist and an informer dud
i have switched to the dayshift
from off the spire
of my regular hour
the evening routine
breathing is surprisingly ***** at this time
a failing of settled pollution :
the public buildings and restaurants
are muggy in their overnight stale degassing
awaiting air currents and dispersal
the first gulls of the morning
emit a defeating siren
spearing through detritus
they dispel the bells of purity
somehow i've made my port of call
a struggling invertebrate
in this state i dispose my spirit
at the salted threshold
security staff and sanitation process
between the sets of automatic doors
a workplace made alien
and adverse to me
purely by
the indecent hour
of day
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 9:53 AM UTC
Will I walk,
Will I talk -
Will I open up,
Or will I baulk?
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Moved by time, unremitting;
Approaching disintegration - universal dispersal.
Emotional denial, fearing the inevitable.
Procuring the future by biological means;
Neglecting angst instilled in collected dreams;
Ever hopeful for intervention - role reversal.
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Dancing betwixt light beams
Floating on echoed screams
Unsure what reality means;
Confronted by attitudes obscene
Lost amid chaotic scenes
Is anything what it seems?
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Hello - How are you?
Hello - Can I help you?
Hello - Did you hear me?
Hello - Who are you?
Hello - Do I understand you right?
Hello - What'd you say?
Hello - Are you with me?
Hello - Did you see that?
Hello - Are you sure?
Hello - What's this?
Hello - I'm trying to communicate!
Hello - Welcome.
Hello - Come in.
Hello - I am...Friendly (and Curious)...
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Too much angst
Too many sorrows
Too much fear
Too few tomorrows.
Too little, too late;
Too bad, too sad.
Too much waste
Too much greed
Too much gain
Too much need.
Too distracting
Too frivolous
Too complex
Too preposterous.
Too many scandals
Too many re-acting
Too muck shock
Too few enacting.
Too much terror
Too much blood
Too many agendas
Too much cud.
Too much goodwill
Too little done
Too...
...You...
You're 2 kind.
Thanks, mate.
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Rhetoric or ridiculous?
Rude or risqué?
Right or righteous?
Ruling or ruining?
Revolving or resolved?
Revolting or revolutionary?
Repeating or reposing?
Revealed or reviled?
Rambling or raving?
Rising or risen?
Robust or round?
Rigorous or regressive?
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Aggressive
Repressive
Depressive
Regressive.
Impressive
Oppressive
Expressive
Obsessive.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Dear,
During our distressful dispersal,
Due to dismal dismissal on my defense,
Your dreary demeanour is decidedly
Distressful.
Earnestly,
I evince my emotions, expressing every
Effort to ebulliate my everything,
But ephemeral expulsion excommunicates me
Exceptionally.
Apathetic,
You arrive, always akin to antipathy,
Although any alacrity you attempt
Assiduously alleviates my alerting
Affliction.
Reconsider
This rejection, revile in my respect,
Rescinding no recompense for this respelendance.
Rejuvenate while I receive the rigour and
Reward,
Dear
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
We began with little mutations,
Harmless, or more so beneficial,
We adapted to our love,
With no methods of dispersal,
People thought we couldn’t get any closer,
But your behaviors changed and we began to isolate,
We were stabilized so I hoped for fusion,
But realized that overtime not even reinforcement could’ve helped,
We had our Kingdom set up,
And later we fell into a “Family”,
But you classified me too general,
Now I don’t know where I belong,
My feelings for you were like the Cambrian,
Sadly enough they became a catastrophe,
You started selecting,
Seeing me as worthless,
But I knew I am not one to select,
You looked at me like you’ve studied Phylogenetics,
I was at the most top,
But ended up at the bottom,
You were not natural, but neither was I,
What did our selections favor?
And our relationship turned into cloud and dust,
Sadly it collapsed,
And you left me imprints of lies and hurt,
And words preserved inside me like a cast,
You ingested away my feelings,
I was the pili so attached to you,
But you were an endospore resisting all of me,
You no longer knew what feelings were,
And to you, I was an annual,
Got replaced so quickly,
But I shed tears where the oceans have formed,
And supported you like the roots of trees,
But you were a virus,
A pathogen,
A parasite,
And I was the host,
Blinded by your toxins,
And my cells swelled in favor of you,
You offered me and I gladly took,
I thought I was an obligate,
Surviving off of you,
But I was too mindless to see the real you,
And I was like the Archaea,
Survived the harshest paths for you,
But with a single expression you crushed my world,
And like a Zygomycota you’ve molded our love away,
And sadly enough I couldn’t evolve,
With pain feeling like spikes inside,
I am no longer the magistrate of love,
And love is my killer.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Disjoining this coterie
dissolves it's fragments
in Unison
Dispersal to all borders
with hasty charge
Contracted to bide
Consenting inside a concord
Of Visceral culpability
to Re-Integrate
Incontrovertibly
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC
The sky is a giant gramophone of the valley flowers.
from a brooding repertoire of pin-disks
singing to me in the hymns rumbling out song
This late dusk, I am the last sheep that
got lost from the herd, now heading across the pass
in the hope of finding my home.
All my life is on trial now. You are all the people
here and I am in the dock. All that I have been
brings me here. I see amused eyes, and eyes
of suspicion. I know them eyes, these are your eyes
these are your people, and I know you.
To learn our language? I see dispersal, dismissal.
trying, to learn your language. twirling in the men.
I see disinterest. Girl from the high country
I see your moustache don't learn languages no more.
I see laughter, Yes that is what I have been
Oh my holy heavens, that I see home in those eyes.
And I said, hallelujah. at the edges painted red.
have come misty-eyed And they said, come with us.
There is a hope for home. A hearth here, not on flat.
On a slope, I have to found what I could a fire there.
Now I be over and laughter, all my hopes Moist corners
ancient tongues speaking to my soul. from this far land
come alive in tending to the home, embers break
a Cossack girl where you and the children live.
The rainbow carries, moments of reflections unlocking
to those distant shores and tears like mist and rain.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
stellar sketch
on waste paper
unfortunate, he said
and left without a glance
snobbery stiffened
his regal back *****
what number
I mused
adept at
brisk dispersal
another spent
autumn leaf
from wrong part
of town
crushed underfoot
with swift disdain
familiar pain screams
on mute screen
tears leave as rage
breaks grief's hold
walls bleak
accuse
sunken eyes pierce
where hope once sang
free in life's
sun-kissed field
before awareness
smirked crude
shaking illusion's
ephemeral sigh
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
I don't want to die
A ghost is an echo
I want to be the opposite
Shout through me
Can I leave my eyes here?
To see but not be seen?
I dream of dispersal
A trillion motes of
Every place there's ever been
Everywhere at once
No walls to see through
No body, no mind, no stride
Transcendence of senses
To fade into the blue
To know every side
To know and nothing else
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Glaciers withered within me, evaporating
into clouds of despair. I collect within a dispersal
of all that was cloudless, but now I'm slowly
reseeding within a squall of sorrows,
withered emotions now on the cusp
of what is darkening the skies of my fortitude.
But they say every cloud has that glimmer of hope,
a silver lining of reflection within.
That discoloured allure faded before it began.
And now all that I'm consumed by,
is shades of ashen contemplations.
Static discharges of emotions collide in
turbulent clashes, as words shatter
pine trees of fortitudes, splintering hearts.
Echoing from within,
glancing the air in discord.
Precipitation finally collapsing below.
After every storm there is a moment clarity,
where tears fell and emotions disfigured
another's calm ground.
Remember that when the clouds are gone
that the illumination of emotions will
shine though, and once again there is calm.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
It was a segment of me joined but never really there.
Having travelled on every footstep but it kept me
anchored below. But all things must at a time
become singular, it felt this time was now.
Time had past and this anchor had become
fainter, I felt weaker with its dispersal from
self. But it wanted independence from a form
feeling it was a servant not a part of the whole.
Awaking in agony as if I had been lacerated
to the core of myself, then I stood up and my
companion had divided its substance from me.
But all was not as it should be for errors now seen.
Constitution had been unravelled, without this
coupling light had refracted its existence. And
where form was once, now it was devolving into
its basic form that of obscurity dispersing away.
Silent screams echoed through, as shade made a
depletion of actions. Never getting close to its
needed attachment. Instead greeting extinction of
form as they became wisps fading into oblivion.
Those that coalesced and became as singular became
as one. Knew the needing of a symbiotic joining.
They were separated by consciousness but lived
now as one. Inanimate and animate united in life.
"Just because its beneath you never feel your higher,
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
I shall burst forth in acrobatic grace
everyone should feel my spirit
without regard for anyone's perspective
to everything laid flat!
It is best to express yourself with laughter and singing
The sun disperses all of the clouds, the rain has stopped
Luminosity
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
a lover is supposed to make
you gaze at the world with
wonder- - - and spot all the
beautiful prognosis of life.
why is it that, instead, you
make me gaze at the flowers
and wonder how they, to,
will end up crunching my
heart in a mindless
ggggyration
of hips
I blessed the flowers upon your
dispersal, and you tell me I should
have sunk into sad indifference- -
that feelings hurt your feelings.
my eyes glaze over in reckless abandon
to whatever sanity I once achieved.
you did this to us.
you did this to us.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
........there is an asylum in my thought that flees .....a conspiracy in confederation that possess a fatal capacity to provide violent symphonies to play upon my mind, with diligent dispersal in a thick breeze of color all the words of nocturnal extravagance that I am all to eager to learn to invent to place to paper while all around me there is an eruption of orange and red.......
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
I'm here to rest,
allegedly here to float strain
but my nails remain feeble
infirm
decrepit
I lust and long for an
explicit crusade
I beseech
warily
for a map to pilot this dehydration
a quest for humidity during my
days of which shade
remains scarce
raising my skin
every vein billowy to embrace
for the
sensuality of pain has casted a void of solitude
of which my
sanity can endure for only a
finite number of days
I lust for the dispersal of this fever
and
to the sun and its heat I subside it's fury
to the west
I bury and pursuit to forget the 12 hours I have left
lean
undernourished
hungry for a frenzy
but
God did not forename
the complication of a skull
my brain
has arms and legs
there is a brain inside of my brain
deadly
persists the length of its
fingernails
I admit
and believe, in truth
must profoundly exist
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
I offer up
the stubborn prideful self
to a dispersal action
ink drop into moving water
to be included in the greater thirst
married with laughter
buried in the great humour of it all
What remains
can be free to operate ;
unrestrained by queries
based off of monstrous analysis
- Of Use Shall Be
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 12:10 AM UTC
Floating like Dandelion florets caught upon the breeze
Thoughts scatter to the four corners of the world
Lucid dreams dragging ecstatically at the seam of self
Unpicked nightmares rearing up and roaring
A lions roar, a cats purr fangs floating in a pool of perfume
Cannot obscure the golden tower of blow *****
Seed dispersal through rosettes
Disturbed paw printed earth receives seeds.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
its been 3 months of silence between us.
anything can happen in those inevitable months.
3 months to doubt,
3 months to forget if this was ever about love,
3 months for another,
to fill the missing pieces of our hearts,
3 months of silence?
the epiphany of those 3 months scare the hell out of me,
because everything feels like it has changed.
what happened the endless calls?
the constant texting?
the need for each other?
the fire between us is slowly turning into a dispersal of smoke into air.
it hurts to know that we both don't know how things became this way,
3 months,
tell me love,
are we still okay?
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC