"emancipating" poems
The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.
Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior
A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
The power I get from your personality.
You're a lion, a natural born leader.
King of the jungle, in this barren valley you give me hope.
Hope in a savior, in a presence so uniquely rare and strong.
I want to be like you, I want your charisma.
You make everyone seem so simple.
Far above average, your capable of emancipating glory.
A righteous and kind soul.
Your energy spreads through the beastly sinners and compels their spirit to change into something beautiful.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Bending the benevolence
Into a lucid sky of white,
An indulgence of an
Evocatively colourful odyssey.
My dearest mother
Of the muse,
A whispering sea
Of beckoning delicacy.
Divulging enriching
Secrets of the tides.
Majestic sands of salty
Caramel delight,
Unravelling the enigmatic
Solitude of time.
Grains of meandering
Contemplation;
Emancipating the mind
From the burden
Of the distortive rhythm,
And into the truest dream
Of night,
Where the spirit chimes solely
In awakened starlight.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
brick by brick.
piece by piece.
there was that night in the alleyway
when you confessed that you loved me
[*the words pouring out of your mouth
like oil onto water*]
and these words collided with my wall
dropping abruptly
to the ground
like the raindrops that were
falling from the heavens
onto our eyelashes.
day by day.
each by each.
it was that night in the alleyway
when you admitted you love me
and you see me
and you hear me
and you
know me.
and i know you.
it was that night when one of my
bricks toppled to the
ground, liberated by your
perfect imperfection.
we are insane, yes.
having known each other a
minuscule fraction of
a lifetime and wanting to
spend the rest of it with
one another.
but these bricks
[which were
lying heavy on my
sprightly soul]
were ****** to the ground,
emancipating me from my
encumbering wall
as you began to
pour into the spaces
where they once persisted.
you replace my opposition to
vulnerability with the kind of love
i have fervently yearned for,
craved and desired
night by night.
each by each.
the clock strikes 11:11,
it's always you i had wished for.
for now i know;
if you hope hard enough,
it works.
for a person like me
[a person like us]
letting this guard down
is almost as arduous as
quantum physics.
or advanced chemistry.
or seeing someone you love
in tears.
i feel that i am destined for you
so much so that i can
easily
imagine being this older couple
i once saw at the park,
holding hands and living like they
were still 21.
and i wished to God that i would
find that love.
dear God, i don’t even know
if i believe in you but...
thank you for
sending him to me.
he is it.
he is endgame.
there are some things that a
heart just knows. my god, i
feel him with me when i am alone,
[i can barely breathe without him]
and know that he should have been
holding my hand all along,
holding my all, all along.
he is my ultimate karmic
retribution.
[*chapped lips,
countless kisses.*]
never be scared, my dear.
never doubt my love.
for as you say you will never
leave me, it will be in my arms
that you will always stay.
there are just some things
a heart knows.
brick by brick
piece by piece
day by day
each by each
we will crush our
doubts and fears.
hesitations and tears.
i am madly, madly
irretrievably and
blissfully
in love with you.
my dear,
we are meant to be.
you are living,
breathing poetry.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
~
*black tie, bare feet,
a walk through dandelions,
following the scent of wine
and mirthful promise
phosphenes and paresthesia
—slow dazzle motif;
the bluebird of happiness
echoes in a shallow bay;
pieces of places to claim as theirs:
moth wings, flower petals,
and blades of grass
seduced by eventide,
unhurried mouth(s), lips searching
and soft, all words seem to have
a few extra vowels;
sudden ubiquity
to collisions and slippages,
cultivating suggestive shapes
from aleatory arrays
of objects and forms
in the surf they mingle and link,
emancipating adrenaline;
they love like they were
water for life*
~
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 5:11 PM UTC
There's something ecstatic
With the way you dribble your lips,
********** the silken corners of your teeth
Like a mirage of flickering sunbeams
Radiating from the foliage
Of two crimson river beds.
As your hand fumbles
Through your velvet hair
A mercurial hide explodes
Like a figment of the universe
Gateway to the distant worlds
Of wonders left unknown.
Those hazel pair of astral orbs
The origin of stars
Stare through and true
Piercing me without blades
Burning my body petrified
In an ephemeral ecstasy.
My soul flutters with the hymn
Of the fiddling zephyr
That strums to the beat of my heart
A pounce to my seething core
Emancipating a salvo of sensations
To an ethereal phantasm.
A dream that it never was
An episodic tale of this eclectic void
Of twisted reality
That snatches me to the depths
Of my wildest fabrications
A state of lucid insanity.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
Asian, Latina, Black, White
Why do we continue to base peace and love on sight
To try to build a world and community with segregation
We try to maintain law and order without instilling humanity and patience
We've created stereotypes that are passed from generation to generation
Kids growing up with nothing but self hate because they aren't Caucasian
Preaching "all lives matter" in every nation
But with every blink another man is dead
Another child is crying himself to bed
And another woman has let an opinion get to her head
So In a world full of hate and bloodshed
We must come all come to agreement and think with one mind and soul
And hope to be the change in generations untold
Uplifting each other with courage and bravery
Honoring the great Bob Marley and emancipating ourselves of mental slavery
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
the moon looks a lot like porcelain tonight
but not in a superfluously verbose kind of way--
more of a telekinetic fragility kind of way.
where the plaid shirt hanging on that semi-open closet
across the room faintly resembles
a picnic blanket that belonged
to a midsummer day sometime in March--
some memories as such now only belongs
in a film cartridge//
or on post-emptied bottles of Prosecco on your nightstand.
I now understand--
why hurricanes are named after people
but to make people--
fleeting, paper people--
your universe
is to trail further and further away from land.
we're too inlove with chances;
too fixated in the idea of emancipating the uncertainty from the "maybe".
lie your flimsy bones on your pillow-invaded sheets darling
and call it a lifeboat.
it's a fragile night
and so are you.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
You can put meat in the ice chest
but that doesn't make it any less raw
Just conserving its substance until the thaw
Like the wound you carved in my chest
that has the rawness of day one
Of day two, at best
In keeping it from rotting, I've preserved your power
Beneath frozen crystals that sparkle like your eyes do
Like my eyes used to
You froze my heart, twice
Paused it with your hand when it first grazed mine
Made it rigid again with your final line
So I'm putting it all out on the counter
to begin the emancipating thaw
Hoping the runoff floods my essence and carries away your presence
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC
what is it wrong about forgetting the world all at once
bring up little art to your very own egregious body
what is it about emancipating your voice to the words to free float
Rising and drowning sun our dear god of light
what is about free *** tonight to treat your invaluable serenades
purple coconut trees
swaying hammock
glazing eyes immaculately
pouring love
what is about free *** tonight to our longing detachments
what is about free *** tonight to touch the zen we born about
oh' omasha hoʻokuʻu aloha tonight
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
In silence I sit not knowing
what to hear, feel, or say anymore.
My skin tingles
and the eyes of my mind
have become blind with numbness.
My heart is asleep,
waiting to be desensitized,
re-awakened,
reborn, and
resuscitated with
new life,
self revived, born anew.
There is a variance and void playing hopscotch
along a traveled path
In my heart and mind
seemingly endless.
I,
I have forgotten myself and
the meaning of my life is diluted with
self medicated thoughts and inhibitions.
I have missed my destination three times,
To the fourth power.
In self discovery, recovery is born and
I, momentarily, have stopped listening
to the malicious ridicule and flippant mockery of the many voices that
formerly apprehended me.
I am the earth inside myself, a genesis formed,
and as new light sheds away my former darkness,
I embrace the despotism of my soul, binding it's brokenness;
emancipating the heaviness of my vision so the he that is truly
in me, is able to
see and know his greatness.
The incarnate,
incarcerated inception brings life to procured thoughts
and in the imagination of my good self
I sit in silence waiting for the
final contraction to
push
me out
into my purpose
that was bred into
the fibers of
my soul, ages ago.
I have watched the sun rise and the moon set many seasons.
I have seen the sun creep through the valleys of my barrenness
casting an eclipse of validation on false evidence;
realities, appearing real,
and the shadow of death
that has threatened to compromise my life,
many times over,
I
no
longer
fear.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
She writes with a poet's passion
Emancipating her strong feminist emotions
The reader's filled with ecstasy
Simply in love with her rich vocabulary
Her words so strong
Her rhymes, shares a rich bond
The ebullience with which she writes
Graceful, always with a smile
Her devices so prepossessing
Simply mesmerizing every being
There is nothing she can’t conceptualize
There is nothing she can’t contrive
Her every world is magical
Her flair, simply phenomenal
Her ingenuity is myriad
Her world is simply red
Her creations, so enthralling and ardent
It can send people into a dreamland
Her eyes sees a different world
An enchanting, mystical land of words
Her rendition is stupendous
Her imagination is tremendous
She illuminates like an anecdote
Capturing the reader with her word
The writer so passionate
Her works, so easy to impress
She’s the poetess of mine
And she writes this rime
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
*I tried to communicate with you
Bared out my soul on my lips and my emotions through my words
Made plain my darkest, most embarrassing insecurities and needs
Not withholding for a moment anything that put me at unease.
I laid my doubts before you: my heart battered, bruised and broken
Craving tender responses, and the gentle soothingness of your reassurance
But words led to arguments, and arguments to distance
As we traded accusations across like terpsichoreans in an impassioned dance
Till suddenly I found myself lonely... and alone
All because I had dared to dislodge emotional cornerstones
So words no longer became the path to emancipating my emotions
I swallowed up my feelings and let them simmer like a slow-brewing potion
For if you cannot feel my pain, laid plain through my words
Then perhaps you can perceive them in my Silence...*
#BlueRain
2017
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
I'm getting out to pursue within.
Appearing insane through the eyes of most.
A toast, to the late great sheep, who was always only half asleep.
Questions from the mind combined with adventure
Emancipating an explorer of experience.
Delirious, with eyes wide open,
seeking an ancient truth.
Love is the answer, love is what I got, love is what I will give..
But not within these walls I live.
My little run away, always astray but never lost.. a fine cost for a life to create.
"What will you do?
How will you make money?"
A reality I despise.
I prefer:
How will you rise and bring others up?
How will you change what is ****** up!?
"Look inside," my heart says with each life giving beat.
It's more difficult, with all these other voices,
to listen.
So I close my eyes, and breath.
'Ignore what is not, and go with your flow.'
I exult my arms above my crown,
light up the heavens form the ground.
A request of peace.
through the vibrations in your soul.
My goal, is to grow
within and without.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Loss and gain, loss and gain
Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been. I guess it's easy for us to forget that this life is transient. Never constant. Only sometimes comfortable. Only sometimes awful.
It is an eternal river, running downstream. And we come along, for the briefest moment; a hand dipping into the current of life. And we watch as the water drains back through our fingers when we leave; taking with it our torment, laughter and sins. Our love affairs and painful regrets. The stories we told over and over. Every little detail that we identified with so deeply -- it all returns to the Source. And the river does not cease to run when we are no longer in it. It keeps on running, just as the world keeps on spinning, with such intention. An intention that we've spent eternities trying to make sense of.
Sometimes my insignificance is enough to drive me to the edge of despair. But other times I can't imagine a more emancipating truth.
Loss and gain, loss and gain. Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
just agree with me
frowning
shallow words
orange
purple
i begin to dislike
these colours
i only reserve hate
for the things i love
stop it
you stopped caring
you notice me
the way you want me
to be
perfect
small
emancipating
heaviness
sadness
you say
i worry too much
you protect me
too much
your ears covered
already
cover your eyes too
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Early winter morning under the weakened sun.
Trees sway with the thunderous roar of the blowing wind above the snowy sand.
Heaven's glorious symphonies are heard as church bells rang.
Young and old gather around as the choir started and sang.
Loud prayers can be heard from an echoing distance.
Emancipating each and every heart in a matter of chance.
Evangelic voices from the chorale continued aloud.
Now the priest started to preach with a voice so loud.
Valiant soldiers arrived to join the uplifted crowd.
In a timely manner unveiling a hidden shroud.
Little children were out in the fields playing.
Out in the evergreens vast wilderness and doing their own thing.
Roses and rasp berries were plenty on a nearby garden.
Its a beatiful place with a few wooden carvings.
At last the day is retiring, dusk arrives and the night will finally come and settle in.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
the Tvs' restless blaring screen-
the blurry sound
of a world gone rogue
you speak in empty connotations
but every conversation's
the same scripted monologue..
passion feels a million miles away
when every spark you caught is
subdued and fleeing
denunciated indolence is -
- emancipating, detachment
for a fatigued being..
a void between the world & I
a distance quelled -
when the heart feels whole.
Involvement in reality
catalyzes a desiccated soul.
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
Two hundred forty two
(12.1 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations
in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,
now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known graves
buried amidst avast
cleft rapacious urbanization
long forgotten innocent youths
hailing within then bucolic
Montgomery, Delaware and Chester county
forsook their young precious lives
voluntarily promising sons
risking life and limb
more often former versus latter
sacrificing stripling flesh
encompassing urbanized tracts
quite familiar to yours truly
suddenly made aware
unbeknownst till yesterday
informative literary handiwork
titled "A Glimpse of Freedom"
engagingly written by Douglas Shupinski
details innocently naive country bumpkins
sacrificing potential sweat of brow,
albeit grueling labor
fostering holistic existence
transforming boyz to men
hardened green soldiers
into battle weary fighters
regarding, kickstarting, envisioning
inchoate cause named freedom
emancipating fledgling America
against British throne
awareness percolates,
perturbs, permeates psyche
synchronizing, manifesting, galvanizing
how past historical events
within close proximity,
where I mostly resided
since birth, now experience
absorption, communion, edification...
with dead souls
nearly deathly quiet
only most perceptive can detect!
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
drowning
the once ceaseless erupting globules of life on the surface
grow less frequent
lachrymosity ebbs out of your lungs
like a bleeding wound
your body goes limp
but you feel somewhat at peace
the weight of the water silences the voices
it envelops you
into an emancipating abyss in between what seems like life and death
suddenly
you are flung out of the water
your body arches
as air fills your lungs once again
eyes shoot open
you see the world as it is
you see what lies beyond the crater of darkness.
you get a taste
before you are pushed down again
forced into the depths
even though you want to live,
even though you want to experience joy
but the shackles of the abyss are put on you once again
this time
instead of serenity
all you feel is longing
your body aches to see the world again
you are denied
until once again your crater becomes all you ever knew
the darkness feels comforting.
but that's not the way it works.
we don't get comfort.
you are flung between the world and the abyss
over and over again
as the clutches of the demon in your mind
torments you with the knowledge
the knowledge of knowing what you can never truly have.
because you and i?
well the abyss is all we ever knew.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC
nothing
is what it is
so please stop asking
something
is what it should be
and not this dark thing
everything
is what i want
so i'll keep on shining
fascinating
to see it glow
to see it glimmering
emancipating
it starts out small
but ends up blinding
anticipating
because i never know
when the cracks start to show
and i shout and i swear
and i don't even care
and i try not to dare
and i battle and stare
we're an excellent pair
we've got so much to share
but it's way out there
and it's wrong to compare
that just wouldn't be fair
there's no reason to go
because you never know
what might be waiting
timing
is what it is
it's everything
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC