"disseminates" poems
I find myself changing as nature does- recklessly and suddenly without notice, and nature is what I come back to in order to heal.
Fires are often looked at as destructive forces,
And they surely can be, but they can also
Rejuvenate. Contrary to popular belief, fires most
Often leave a beautiful aftermath. Some examples
Being that certain plant seeds only germinate after
A fire, new growth is accessible to animals for food,
minerals are returned to the soil, and
Although many animals are stripped of their
Homes- this vacancy creates suitable areas for
New species to settle. Similar to how a fire
Cleanses the land it nearly destroys, a traumatic life
Experience allows an individual to undergo a necessary
Amount of growth and change. Whether what we take
From a situation leaves us aching or allows us to reflect,
We will always unknowingly benefit from the pain. I do
My best to keep this at the forefront of my memory when
Reminded of the baggage I carry. My healing will continue. and I will make a promise to myself that for every new fire that disseminates through/over my life, I will make amends with it
And allow for it to change me in the best way possible.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
Peace of mind is ephemeral,
drifting in harmony, then abruptly skewed.
The quintessence of humanity lost in the blink of an eye.
A gravitational pull overwhelms
Persistent
Tugs at the edges of reality
Patient
Disseminates thoughts, life
Painful
There is no escape as the jarring force draws inward,
voraciously swallowing everything in reach.
Distorting changes,
a myriad of sights, sounds,
besiege a troubled mind.
Blackness
Heavy and infinite
A suffocating contradiction to everything that was.
Ripping, tearing
Impossible void of compressed nothingness.
Twisting, rearranging
Pretentious "used to be"s into trembling trepidation,
too adrift to find the way back.
This is the point of no return.
Who is that person in the mirror now?
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
My boots click on the paved sidewalk
Sending jarring pain to my left temple.
With every step
The weight of the world bears down
In every drop of rain
Falling from the gray sky.
Yet, as my boots sink into the soft, wet mud,
I can't help but smile.
I bite my lip as the corners of my mouth try to reach my cheekbones.
The faint feel of small folded rectangle in my back pocket
Is at the forefront of my mind as I walk to the Chapel.
The cold rain harshly disseminates over the campus
And I feel myself shivering, but that folded square
Is emanating warmth throughout the recesses of my imagination.
This folded square given to me by a classmate,
With an impeccable smile.
He dropped it on the table in front of me, as the professor dismissed us.
'A Note of Encouragement' is printed in his
Neat script on the outside of the folded rectangle.
My imagination flies into overdrive at the contents.
I left before he could see the elation on my face.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC
Submerged in a commitment
Of over-involvement
Individuality disseminates
Reputations escalate
Demanding attention
Like-minded poets
Fade into fussy megapixels
Of the overwhelming
Hub of false daylight
Wasting away
Incognito circuits
Indiscretions
Gives way
To emotionless
Follow commitments
Choking down
Abstract jargon
Until your words
Touched me
And now I remember
Why I'm here...
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Loving as an art form,
Brushes briskly bold and brash,
Transforms a blank canvas.
Its palette paints passion:
gleaming pinks, reds, then purples,
busily spilling onto the work of art.
From a hint of ****** flush
Follows a touch of blush
Leads into a flaunting of flesh
making nerve endings bristle.
While brushing aside dissimilarities
the imagery develops and disseminates.
As every dab and pat matters
Each patterns into something more than before
Strokes stoke the hues of emergence
Always colorful; never dull
Some shades of black and blues
Yet nothing's black and white
Turning some effects into silver
Others into golden memories
If open to influence beyond our minds,
Unhampered by concern or lacking confidence,
Each wave of the wand
Becomes uninhibited love energy.
While not always spotting the depth and the dimensions,
Our personalities coat our panoramas;
Our characters create our landscapes;
Our creations captivate our souls.
As child-like freedom promises,
A natural state of love and joy emerges.
Loving as an art forms
our dynamic duo.
Whether using oils or watercolors,
It manifests into wanting words.
It’s marked into body lanquaging,
Revealing tears and smiles,
Pleasures and plea-sings,
Triggers and treats,
Revelations and reveal-ations,
Understandings and underlyings
Fostering flow and creative sap
Loving becomes poetic portraits.
Breathing and exhaling
Expanding and exploring
Stimulating and stirring
Romancing the stone
Reflecting the pool
Remembering the rules
Two souls singing their tunes
Harmonizing
Mostly action and reaction
Give and take
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
cup sudden winter and flakes crinkle sweetly the earth or by cold hand of unday the freezing is gently in all the moisture and she lavishes their molecules and unslowly disseminates her breath in varnished perfection of frost saying "now is coming the season of lovely unheat and blessit with thy loaf of burning lips and kiss kiss kiss every noun
"
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC
Tell me what you wish for,
all I need is what you need.
Whenever you need succour,
I'll gladly yield myself to help.
Your smile disseminates rays of hope,
I can hardly look away from it.
With you I know I can cope,
cos our connection is gainly fit.
Whenever your hand holds mine,
I bounce forth and bubble.
My being rejoices because you are mine,
thus no one can make me grumble.
Though the crowd makes me fret,
your presence gives me strength.
You embody many precious things,
I'm glad I found you out quick.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
One more spike, a bit more gear
one more tin of Tennents beer and
one more monkey laughs at me
I see only what I want to see.
If only I could see at all,
I wouldn't bang my head against the
walls that are not there
wouldn't pull my hair out at the roots.
I shoot another fix of pick me up to fall
into a rapture,
which captures my imagination
and disseminates the information seen through eyes that
do not see,
into a brain which to all intents and purposes,
no longer belongs to me.
I would be and will be one day,
okay maybe not today but one day when the
movements of the stars align my sun will shine
and I'll be fine.
I tell myself these things
it brings me comfort when there's nothing more that
I can lose,
sometimes I whistle too and as I buy more tins,
more gear and pins
these things begin again.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Unless I say something with conviction,
Better not speak a single word.
Having an opinion is an affliction,
Best that I went unheard.
The contentious masses choke on opinions.
Coughing, suffocating and spitting.
Each side disseminates their dominions.
Every "fact"-spewer unremitting.
Every one of them a man of straw,
Ablaze with righteous zeal.
So many blind to their own flaws,
Proclaim the same old spiel.
There's no room for fence-sitters,
no gray area or neutrality.
Dead men are the only quitters,
of this black and white morality.
Step up and say your piece,
And someone will find reason to **** you.
Otherwise, rest in peace,
Because you can't escape their petty feud.
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC