"earthing" poems
Hopeless inadequacy
Binds me to the ground.
Cruel roots; anxiety, despair,
Pull at the soles of my feet,
Earthing me, pretending common sense.
The most terrible obstacles
Always lie within,
My greatest enemy;
That traitorous ******* doubt,
And I cannot cast him out.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
rooster crow.
goat horns clash.
sudden sutured glow
for what is left
of
this
soul,
comes forward
into thought.
soon i'll know
what it feels like to find roots;
or i won't,
idk.
afternoon slow
blue sky flies
off the tips of treetops;
old-growths,
ancienter than dragon bone femur,
scraping aged skylines.
im
earthing
in
my
mind.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Separate the hand from the rocks
For too long, and up it comes
The charge of static
The small bolt of lightning that shocks
And elicits an automatic cry.
Its erratic intensity: a measure
Of distance and time that's come between,
Far apart - isolated from contact.
It will ground you, take you back
To zero
And bring you down to earth.
On your own - no change marked
Imperceptible charge grows,
Ions negative and unbidden,
Your remove from society deepens;
Your relation and bond to others weakens,
Until contact becomes a danger
TO ALL PARTIES.
No - from time to time touch base,
Family, funny friend, ground,
You must earth the Soul.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Fall is the most beautiful time of the year for me, with its blushing
Apples and fruitful trees dressed in zesty rubious healthy leaves with
Luminous fruit hanging off its stems, like galas, granny smiths, and fuji
Leaves of multi colored sunburnt shades of yellow, gold and brown
Inside the orchard, ladders, bushels, straw hats and farmer pant- grins
No better place to be then underneath an Autumn tree when every
Golden leaf shimmer-shimmies before swiveling down at your feet
Leaves that dance and shuffle-shake before landing in your hands
Earthing to the ground covering you with giant leafy dry crispy limbs
Arrest the night, stop the moon, hold the stars, its time to listen to the
Voices of the night, the falling leaves have their sorrowful story to tell
Ease into their season with a quiet soul. Help them say goodbye to the
Summer. After all it is the season of Autumn, a time for falling leaves.
September 27, 2021
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
Crazy stupid things
Nothing but too sweet, too cheesy,
Cherry on top of a typical romance story,
Some things which are worth gagging at,
But being in such a close proximity to you
I guess, I predict, warm stars would burst within me
Shivering my soul from head to the tip of my toes,
An earthing shock electrocuting me,
I would forget I used to be sane
And dance, floating above the ground in our own bubbled space
I would do all the crazy stupid things with you.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
The idea of having you was beyond me,
But the idea that I will never have you devastated me.
I've been wandering for as long as I can remember.
I was just breathing my way through life, I wasn't really living it.
The days would pass as if it were nothing to me.
Just another cycle of the earthing spinning there's a start and an end.
Never have I looked forward to tomorrow cause I know it brings me nothing.
Never have I been so wrong before.
The moment that the days began to mean something to me,
It wasn't just empty anymore they were filled with
anticipation,excitement,eagerness and
I was looking forward for tomorrows now because now they mean something to me.
I was finally living my life and not just breathing it away.
It astounds me that certain events could've transpired into such meaningful moments.
How I wished it would've lasted until we got older.
But it seems that it doesn't work that way.
For a certain moment I thought everything was perfect, Too perfect.
It left me as fast as it came.
That brief moment of ecstasy was suddenly replaced by unwanted things.
I had you and yet I let you slip away. I never was good at holding on.
You came like a ship in the night and left like a vicious storm from the sea.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
you are being.
pointillation
along this
broken
pale
blue dot
lit
with focus
and swarming intent,
strange, and
sometimes dark, yet
true enough:
your words do not simply word
but world
things
into existence;
your mere gaze,
ten thousand and ten gods clod in daisy chains,
whose glance together moves matter into wave,
history into potential origin
re-eden'd, new again;
your light,
never flawed or sinful,
always already
there and
so ******* perfect.
everything feels wrong,
but feels so right.
all the devils
are here
in drag.
worry not poet,
you are only light that matters.
so, play the role.
be somebody.
and make me swim
inside your pointillist earthing spoken,
cursor sojourning
across the blank page that awaits
the next line.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
the linguistic turn:
signs, desiccated sense-scapes
earthing sky wisdom
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
This spherical earth,
whose to say we are
not enclosed in the eyeball
of a gaint.
A black gaint
with seven eyes,
twinkling dots on its skin
with two different ears.
One ear in yellow
and the other in white.
This pyramid class,
whose to say we are not layers of brown earth
buried in our sub-conscious.
Layers of dirt
earthing shallow and deep roots.
One root for the poor
and the other for the rich.
This triangular music sect,
whose to say we should
decide what our ears should listen to.
Ears with drums,
beating different tongues and emotions.
Each drum for indigenous and foreign music.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
The trees give me shelter
When the rain comes on down! The trees give me comfort when noone is around.
The trees have a silence, holding in the earthing secrets. Tree's are not violent, they keep still, quiet, perfect.
The trees make love to the clouds, as baby raindrops they create, but the trees are dying like you and me, their feeling the worst of the universes fate.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
I reach into myself
Find the tiny strong voice
Who knows who I am
Present in the moment
Assured in all my actions
Aware of all my value
An un-earthed superpower
I'll grow to become her
The strong woman inside me
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 9:53 PM UTC
Identity facilitates a lense for which makes us capable of opinions.
Identity is what I've lacked in my attempts to connect with the world.
Identity helps to emphasize with others. To build a community through shared values and beliefs.
I am an earthing I have no identity beyond this.
Who I am has been erased from a lifetime of isomorphism.
Does this erase you to?
To collide the world into one being.
One consiousness.
One struggle, sameness to our differences?
Does this erase you?
Culture washed away, clensing my skin.
Scrubbing away at me until I am white.
"Clean".
While cradling my head and whispering mimetic kindness.
Cleansing me of who I could be.
Cleansing me of my ancestors values.
I have been erased.
Just a physical embodiement of what Im allowed to be.
I am human.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
On the map there 's a tripod
And an eye blinking trying to focus
Far away on a land called Tierra de Fuego
And there goes my Muse's Range Rover
Greenlaning la luz del amanecer
Tracking butterflies orchids grasshoppers and dragons,
Sad salads and fired bananas and dew
And all sorts of bits and bobs
Keeping corrections to a minimum.
If it looks Topaz
She didn't do it !
She's more like aurora,
Traveling long distance with laughter
Or lenses cooking light with cuddles
Or stir frying a full curried moon over the volcanoes
Of seven types of fired bananas
Always worried about aperture and exposure
My muse wouldn't live without her lens bathing
Diving and swimming into the warm and shallow depth of field
Just as she wouldn't live without her daily dose
Of nine megapixels of bioluminescent plankton
Because my Muse is an addict
My muse is a Nikon D800 addict
and an aurora addict as well
Earthing and grounding relentlessly
The inner storms of morning light
Leading to her native archipelago
Of Tierra del Fuego !!
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
Opening the channels
Flowing
through the grid
Pumping up the pressure
as
earthing ever
dig
Signals from
the heart
Electric from the touch
Amplify the senses
Compounded form the rush
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
A miles of written words of love ,
cant replace the warmth of halves ,
your finger tips , that remember me your heart .
if you are coming home today or day other ,
please dont bring me any gift come as beggar .
i want you to tell me love without thing with to help you .
i will not substitute my love with a gift view .
let nothing be between our love no earthing consideration .
dont also come in your dearer costume of fine glorification .
but come in simple attire or naked as tree's bark .
and let see if your heart can hold on the same love spark .
dont tell me about your work or about your dream .
dont tell me about your family or the place you come from.
just imagine us as an lonely woman and man in an empty retirement .
or think we are snail or sea gull that is got love appointment .
tell me about love and let your heart be in its content .
but dont try to divert my attention by any external agent .
im no flower , im no star into sky nor any precious object .
so you may be welcome by telling me how you perceive me .
not how a flower is like my beauty or stars or an apple .
cause i want you to tell me your heart not to compare me .
dont try to hide yourself about anything , show yourself able .
i will rather love you if you simply tell me your feeling .
dont need to make me a princess , but your love and nothing .
nothing cant make me happy if not your heart sincerity .
i will fain you lay by me without self conscience or tell a story .
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
We all desire
that certain euphoric fire
I want to capture the rapture
the bliss is what i miss
A downers kiss
its comforting caress
comely?
-Yes
A sensation
insensible,
immersing
sinking
earthing,
to use?
perception of muse;
loving affection correction perhaps.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Take me farther than the paved road, the picket fences, the shallow ponds.
I need the earth, the sky, the ocean.
It's a vast unknown with every possible way to be known if you only reach and grasp it.
Teach me the ways of the natives, giving in to truth and beauty. Feeling the tug at their minds telling them this is how to live.
Walk barefoot in the weeds growing between the trees. Leap over the creek bed running away with pieces of the river. Try out a little earthing.
Feel the peace in the mountains for they stand with reverence. Taste the sweet nectar of the honeysuckle. Play in the swaying grass of the west.
Connect to earth and sky and water. Breath
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
we descend
and ground our feet
in the Spoken World
cementing our entrance
accessing the shared signal
we greet here
for the poetry
but communication
and therapy
politics
and ideas of how things ought to be
apply here also
art cannot abstain
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
His handsome countenace
is my everything as he
holds my face in his hands
smiling whispering
"My beauty it's you I want."
we are a couple cherished
among our beloveth offspring
we will be hurried side by side
watching freedom fireworks
counting the billion stars
camping making love
watching our wedding day joy
we will breathe our last
His vessel lays in the meadow green
our forest land our paradise
On the continuity of time
and space we reigned as one
we married we had eight darling precious children we changed Earth
now rich can marry poor
Now we slowly advance through
the last departure gates
even Lord Christ went through
this mirage deaths gates
clams my ancient vessel form
as it breathes its last breath
" I love you beautiful love"
to thanks for the unkind mask
Our Earthing fate known
to meet my maker in fate prayed
re-gluing weaving us back
to one-nes togetherness
Into my true loves ether
Forever melting renewing two
Out holy new soul and mold
And G*'s grace blesses both
breathing eternal life
Into us twin souls
our twin flame's
contimuity
goes on.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
07-04-2020
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
*** laude
but still survive by making lattes
oat, soy, or is 2% okay?
my tongue strains from over complicated names
i’d rather be where the trees meet the beach
i’d rather see where the ocean meets me
i’d rather be in the in between
i’d rather be surfing in tropic scenes
but i am clocked in
dialled in to deliver the best service
i am locked in
dialled in to automate, surrendering purpose
shocking the lack of stopping
the earth keeps earthing
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC