"emanations" poems
she’s the girl who sets a room on fire with laughs or real flame,
and she stands in that same flame; ranting about herself
with blissful intention:
aries.
she’s the girl who mows the lawn all day to throw a memorable party
on perfectly pitched grass; but then spends the entire party
with that one guy on that one roof, just the two of them:
taurus.
she’s the girl who ***** you fiercest only to then display sudden and
crippling bouts of madness; she’s one of a kind, or two of a kind,
and she means some kind of love:
gemini.
she’s the girl who you fall for so easily, and she falls for you so easily,
and everything is a dream; but a dream transforms, seasons transform,
and the peopled cities with them:
cancer.
she’s the girl who steals the show every time, and she leans on you
when she’s tired and lonely; she reads science fiction books
and tells you all the endings, strange planets fixtured in her dreams:
leo.
she’s the girl who thinks too much, drinks too much, and weighs you for all
your words; but words are her demise as she digs her arms deeper
into the dirt to catch that feeling:
virgo.
she’s the girl who piles a shrine of shiny occult objects and spools through
men like shiny other objects; she has a beautiful heart, holy or not,
but without a doubt, entirely stylish:
libra.
she’s the girl who doesn't believe a ******* thing you say but kisses you
harder when you say it; she takes you up the hill to her folks
and they sacrifice you for blood mana:
scorpio.
she’s the girl who knows you best and knows even better she’s far beyond
the depths of your league; she has deafening dreams, with or without
you in them; for ruins she will climb or create:
sagittarius.
she’s the girl who buys the popcorn and eats the popcorn and sulks on
the couch while tonguing kernels out of her teeth; she will never
truly love you, just the idea of you:
capricorn.
she’s the girl who saves your life with a tracheotomy when you nearly die
on that plum street seed; she will leave you for a another man, a man
with a good rifle and a warm little tent:
aquarius.
she’s the girl who sees synchronicity in all things, all life, all dreams
and emanations; she will love you until the smell of mexico drags her
away upon a neverending weekend:
pisces.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Life is all entertainment , just like a psychedelic theater, our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation.
I roam in and out my worldless kingdom
Freedom's reserved for the wild and untamed.
For who cares to know, we could fly our way out as falcons , or swim our way in as whales. It will never really matter because it's all entertainment , while we patiently wait for the emanations.
Expectations emerge from preconceived notions and blocks the transmissions entitled to all sentient beings.
Like a collective prophet and a magnet , we learn to filter the commands to percieve the matrix. Finally to redefine and recreate a convenient path that is real.
Our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation, i chose my fun as transmutation, life is recreational.
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
Back in my village, in the middle of a pine forest, I walk for hours radiating yellow and green until the earth swallows me and spits me out as a mystical bird-like being.
Like a peacock, I spread my shimmering, resonating feathers and bow to the giant raptor in the sky.
I can only be obedient to his emanations.
I fly back to my children, to my nest on a magnificent cedar tree. We entangle our necks and feathers in rapture knowing that soon, the earth shall reclaim my original nature.
By the sea I sit and patiently wait to remember why I chose to forget.
The wind moves the waters, and the waves cast the sunlight onto my forehead. I feel the heat increasing as my structure dissolves. I gain back consciousness in an aquatic atmosphere taking a turtle-like form with a shell and humanoid hands. I swim down following a series of glares and vibrations until I reach what is seemingly an immense turtle temple. I feel a sudden danger and crawl back into shell. I open up my eyes and find myself sitting by the sea again.
Life is a journey of appreciation.
I can only surrender and be grateful.
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
The tree’s don’t sleep at night
they photosynthesize , by moonlight.
Leaves drink in the cool wise light
And give off dreams of softly fading starlight
Whispers of secrets , monthly unfurl
A single blossom falls at new moon
Hurtling to the ground, awake before noon
Ever noticed? The very word has the circle
Curled up in the centre , twice to make sure we remember , two full cups , not one.
Geko’s slip off old skins
And the croaking frog adds to the din
As thunder rolls in
Triggering the dogs bark
Guardian of the stark naked couple
Asleep in their parallel worlds
Together under the umbrella of ambient lighting
Not the natural kind either
But a shameless copy of pure sunlight
That emenates when their bodies collide
On the material plane.
Astral visions lead the way to headquarters
The address? Fax? Phone number?
I’m afraid you’ll have to dial again ,
Unless you’ve meditated on the vibration of emancipation
Then you would already know, you are already there
Doors are open , for those who care to try
No lock on this baby ,
Ain’t no safe to play safe
We bask in our humble glory
Under the shores on undulating tides
Rhythmic pulsations
no where to hide
The emanations come from within,
Without , a shadow of a doubt
There is a war coming , infact we’ve already been fighting for decades
Just like the change of winds, nature knows her stuff
Tip the seeds too soon and you’ll end up with a field full of fluff
But just in time and a harvest with enough to reduce every super market shelf to dust
Even though they already stock that kinda stuff
Clean up on Aisle 4, Aisle 3 , Aisle 2 , Aisle 1
Return the purchase , we’ve discovered the ****
In the cake
And we found the frog in the salad,
At least their habitat is intact
Or did you think I was still talking about the shops?
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
The black hole’s emanations attempted to fill the gap in galactic infiniteness as all spiraled down to its new beginnings while residual harmonic vibrations honed the forms of its becoming .
The insect’s hum buzzed harmoniously almost melodiously in syncopated integrated vibrations as it flew across the room , out the door and into the night sky .
The ship’s deck rolled and pitched as hurricane weather smashed and shattered its empty hull against the wooden dock .
The blazing core of the comet streaked across the sky as it decomposed in the atmosphere and extinguished its self in the ocean .
The blazing light of innumerable suns chaotic radioactive glair was almost audible like sounds of distant campfires as the last bits of wood crackled into embers beneath the starry sky .
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Through the messy, dis-shaped contours
of pained reflections
the light — disarrayed, distorted —
make day of the endless night.
Colors and shapes manifest
in the once dark structure
through lighted emanations
projected forth by shadowed obstructions
Tricksters by nature
the archetypal projections dance
to the beat of an unheard drum.
Animated by the refracted light,
they
dance and dance
round and round
to the incessant rhythm.
Personified vessels
of noumenal glory
slowly guiding themselves
back home.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
World watch me,
aflame; hear me
roaring strange emanations
of inner dreams made external,
made vivid made real made me
made world. Watch
and wonder: How
did mere mortal learn
to speak in godly tongues?
World I'll learn, world
I'll learn. Just
wait, wait for me
to
grow.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I want to be a bard in the consciousness of the confluence of your eyelids,
Where the sounds merge into silence.
And nurture me from where your consciousness sprouts,
I would thrum like the waves of the ocean to the emanations of your reverberations....
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Was it Witchcraft?
Magic?
We weren't sure.
We were just children.
But we were witness to a manipulation of all things that abound. There was influences on objects of nature. Emanations of psychic force.
Like on cold nights where an ethereal spirit box would quietly hum as it breathed warm air into our play room. (turned out to be a heater).
Or where magically an upright coffin full of tasty morsels stood at the ready for hungry tummies. (Later we recognized it as a refrigerator).
Where mysteriously cold water turned hot, spilling from an orifice into a cauldron where upon us kids were placed like happy little guppies. (this we later knew as a bathtub).
Was it super natural powers,
magic,
sorcery?
Back then it was.
Because me and sister were just little kids.
And the SHE in control of all these magical powers?
She was our mother.
Happy Mother's Day
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
Light surrounds
people, flowers, even
oysters on the half-shell.
Invaded by auras
unnoticed by others
I gather emanations
from fixtures, furniture,
and glances
toward your silhouette.
No object
radiates surrounding rainbows
nor disperses an essence
brighter than what
drops from the ringlets
cascading around your neck
when my insanity peaks.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
So then the Gnostic heresies issued in one of two beliefs. They believed either that Jesus was not really divine but simply one of a series of emanations from God, or that he was not in any sense human but a kind of phantom in the shape of a man. The Gnostic beliefs at one and the same time destroyed the real godhead and the real manhood of Jesus.
from: The Gospel of John by William Barclay (1955)
Gnosis reveals in reverberation:
you’ve done too many **** hits.
You sprawl at the threshold of psychosis
until the shape of the song fits.
Your cannabis-flavored thoughts implode—
you glimpse the Divine Emanation
as the lesser vibrations diminish and die
now you enter the shrine of elation.
This rare revelation—imparted to you
(the neurotransmitters surge)
seems to show that you know, that you know, that you know
the deceptions of Demiurge . . .
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
Silence expends all possible thought of nameless emotion
Nighttime of soundless expression
Driftwood on beaches of shaded joy
Rocky outcrop escapes
Rivulet beauty we don’t see
Rock skip hip hop euphoria
Asunder Sauntering
When Eventually Someday Comes
The snow outside
My sparkling paradise
Evanescent dreams
When snowmen melt
And angels disappear
Spring blooms sunshine daisies
Let’s go smell the roses
Sit down and see-saw the morning glories arise
Summer blows in on the breeze
Running for your heart
I have green grass melancholy
Erring rain emanations:
Like a candle in the wind.
Someday Eventually Will When Only Loosely
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
he watches the waves
crash against old earth's spine
lapping, licking like they want to reclaim
the clams, the ***** and the ancient
amoeba that abandoned the waters
before time
he knows the sea sounds
are an anthem, for he has been told this
by his friends who surround him, tho now
their mouths are still
as they listen to this
blue symphony
the one who can talk
with his hands signs to him
they are leaving now, dusk
has siphoned the last bit
of warmth from the air
he tells them to leave
him; he will wait for darkness
and when he is shivering with only
black waves as his companions
he will sing, his eerie emanations
a chorus of one among the dancing
waters
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Fear. Desire. Anger.
These are the roads I ride into Hell
Three titans of indescribable power
To create and destroy and control and subdue.
If channeled correctly these emanations
Flow smoothly and make feedback loops
Amplifying exponentially beyond eternity,
(A fragile thing,
Which shimmers blindness selectively
into individual eyes)
But abused in unawareness
And skeletal ignorance
These torrents of energy maim and destroy
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
we took turns toking,
holding the tent pole up
while the rain battered
the canvas
dawn crawled
over the great rocks;
a synovial silence
after the storm
still ******
we finally succumbed
to sleep, for an eternal
minute
until awakened by Huns
on horses, hoof beats ricocheting
off the hard stones, echoing
in the canyons
worse than that thunder,
the eerie emanations riding
the backs of the staccato waves
from the beasts’ shod feet
words flung from the riders’ tongues
slapping our ears, bedeviling our weary wits,
these time traveling tricksters, transporting
us to a world at war
Hueco Tanks, Texas, July, 1969
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
the goal is not to be admired
rather to admire
- you are the light
a majestic accumulation of photons aplenty
- you are the rain
replenishing the thirst of the jungle
- you are the heat
exothermic emanations of energy
- you are the clouds
captivating charisma of many forms
- you are the tigress
devouring the bliss you **** well deserve
- you are the poetess
and don’t you dare forget it
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
As the emanations
of a saint, in
eternal spring...the
Blue Hyacinth sat.
A fragrance more
home than home.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Is there
a deeper Darkness
Or
Is there
a deeper Lightness
waiting?
Abscesses of our minds
not withstanding
What hole
thing
R u?
Wavering in the light
pixelated weak
R u carried
or do you stand?
Is there
an edge
to be had
Or is it
just an occupation
from which
to distract us
and see
tear filled acts
of confusion
celebrated
clearly we are
winning
our game
to be righteous
Which is
to lose
and somehow
win over time
Unerasable blues
and salt
seeds of continuous
self-doubt
Potato chips
to dark fasting
Crayons to an
iron radiator
Socks to a nebulae
clenched in birth
is a song
radiating
We are the deeper
folds
respected by fabric
aficionados
Creases in everything
shape themselves
on our tongues
in our emanations
We are the shore
climbing for awhile
to the land
then back to the sea
We are the circle
almost back
skip that illusion
lean into the swing
Break into another
beaker of stinking next
pour it on yourself
suffer early and often
this continuity
a lie in a lie
in a genre
you choose
for breakfast
crunchy
is how
you prefer
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Oh, the way you inhabit me
I shudder, etched inside of me is the feeling of dying
Pulsing, your emanations
Consume me and I refuse to release you from my clutches
Struck breathless instantly
You offer little reason, but you return my robbed passion
I glimpse at your grave eyes
And I feel the tide of the sea within me start to part for you
You catalyze my stolen gaze
I almost feel you shudder and rush in my sodden esophagus
A soft pink suckle
I euphorically asphyxiate for you, on you – with you
Unuttered, my subconscious
Fabricates the smell and taste of your flesh using your words
My body is left ravenous
To the conjecture of your apparition as it levitates above me
Below you I kneel – impure
Please let your sensory invading of my aquatic mind cleanse me
I chant a plea to your figment
Imagining your tongue feeling the words move inside my mouth
My glistening incantations drip
And I feel your stirring when my lips part for evening prayer
I awaken an appetent beast
Rising to dominate the submission hibernating in my sharp bones
My locked jaw wants it all
I won’t release you, so let me taste your last watery breath
I shudder, etched inside of me is the feeling of dying
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
*touched where it both
pained and pleasured
she, he, they,
son, daughter, husband, lover
returned the same,
in kind
there was no irony
that it was the same place*
*irony was in the kind
*it was of no import
that the touching
was not physical*
*it was different though
in the how, in the what,
that is what made the difference,
the why was why
it sometime
pleasured and sometime pained*
*in the meeting place of the eyes,
revelation - then always results,
in the meeting place of the eyes,
contact most fierce,
yet no contact at all*
*the seismic radius of the tremors
were comprehended,
even measured,
but incomprehensibly
awesome and awful*
*this is how we love,
this is how we hurt,
our nearest ones,
so oft so far away*
*absent forever
or next door
in the same safe bed,
under a roof close to collapse,
sensible insensitive *
[this is senses insane shining mad]
*this is how we love,
this is how we hurt,
our nearest ones,
so oft so far away*
*with a glance, a sneer, a moan, a snarl,
weeping, even when not openly,
a smile, a caress, a passing kiss,
a hard embrace,
emanations all from
the same place*
*in the one and the same place
where pain and pleasure coexist
who among us does not
know well this place
the place where reason absents itself,
at roll call the answer is always*
Present
*and that is the signal
to that place
to commence the uncontrollable
weeping
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
.
My love is kept, and I have nailed
Her face to mine in a box of sleep,
A chamber for lost chances, subtle
Visitations, concrete emanations,
Somnambulistic signs and mercies
Elation, we walk through meadows
Of the mending sun, sweetly chaste,
Ever deep into the wandering shift,
That tearing time and moon allows,
Real as dream, to the lands of night.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Hollowed echo of blue-tongued screen
Blushing grin behooving trance
Transcendental cusp of ponderings
Lingering in collaborative sweat-knit
And swollen dendritic emanations
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Objectified manifest's dimensional delineations are totally tangential to trajectory extant. Infinite possibility's exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. It's sheer omnificent ubiquity. Manumission's vicarious recalcitrance to epistemological entelechy's maieutic had an exogamous homogeny with spatiotemporal telemetry's exigence. The basic fecundity of cosmic continuum's radix repartee's mesomerism becomes corporeally preternatural's impetus intrigue to intuitional intrepid.
Livid lucid lambent loquacious emanations that presage synergy's retrospectively retroactive to nuance fulgurous fulham's fulcrum. Cognizance categorical imperative's cognitive, clairaudience clairvoyance, omniscient omnipotent omnipresence. Unary's unbridled aorist actuator's ethology's entelechy. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities to demagoguery. Hegira to Xanadu ne plus ultra exodus. Elan Vital's apotheosis. Hectic duty deontological probity. Noumenal sentience's irrefragably inevitable semantics. Pandemically phatic futurity fatidic to kitsch kithe. Chicanery dynamism's fealty!
I'm sorry Melan but I don't believe that we must lose track of our corporeal being's identity to experience the true essence of love. We should enhance each other's cognizance constituency.
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC