"eminates" poems
A calm and cool breeze
Passes through the leaves of the trees,
Persuading the branches to sway,
Like algae in a turbulent sea.
Without a cloud in the pale blue Arizona sky,
The sun radiates down-- hot and glaring.
It reflects off the shiny paint of the cars around me,
Illuminates the brown mountains in the distance.
And magnified through the thick lenses of my glasses,
It blinds my sensitive eyes.
The surrounding sempiternal desert
Is so clear and sharp,
That no one nor nothing can hide
(With the exception of the beings who can blend,
And despite my tiring efforts,
I am not one of them.)
The nearest Creosote bush
Eminates of the smell of water,
As it passes through a hose.
I am instantly transported back home
Where sand is replaced by grass and plants
That require regular watering to survive.
When I close my eyes I can see
The illusion of a waterfall, created by the uncoiling hose
As it ejects tepid water for us to traverse.
But upon unveiling my windows,
I allow the sandy landscape to penetrate into my soul
And I am brought back to the present
Where life subsists, illogically,
Through a dearth of water, and inordinate sun.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
i remember when I first hear her voice…
just that one simple word
“Hello”
And my mind became whole…
Filled with images of
Us walking hand in hand through the
Chaos wielding nothing to protect us
But the other’s smile…
As our voices reverb on the walls surrounding us
Returning the beauty back into the eyes
Of those entranced by the serenity
Caused just by her presence
I remember gazing into her eyes
And sharing the first kiss
While riding across the bridge
On that big cheese bus…
As my lips touched hers…
And our thoughts unified…
A rainbow of emotion
Shone into our lives…
And the passion forged then
Shall grow forevermore
I still dream
Of the vows
We spoke of making…
I to her
Her to i
Of eternal love
& pure devotion…
But the bond fell short
And the feelings fizzled out…
But I’m waiting for they day
They re-ensue
The time is now
Our bond’s re-forged…
I’ll have her back here in my heart…
As this plethora of
Prismatic…
Emotions eminates outwards
All that’s left here is
A flower blooming
within
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:10 PM UTC
Planet silhouetting atlases
of worlds we'll never know.
Their histories repeat,
through mushroom clouds
of soft pink explosions,
crying their fears for us to feel.
We watch them live and die,
admiring the beauty of life and death;
only I weep when light eminates through their wars.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
Hopeless is true, I listen despite
Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night
I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow
The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you."
But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking.
Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax.
How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine.
Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy.
Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused.
Your actions all imply that your words are lies.
I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride.
I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny.
Hopeless is true.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
two a.m.
bitter winter wind.
lick the bag. acrid taste.
cold crawls in through windows cracked.
it's snowing in the attic.
angel hair on porcelain, oh point one.
frost blankets my nostrils,
my brain sharp as first step's breath.
i lighten.
ravenous, dip fingers in nourishment.
place on tongue: cleaning agent pixie stick.
it eminates. bright-light vigor emulates
childlike mindset, so wonderfully overwhelmed
yet standing still, rock-steady at the helm.
confidence swells.
the clock chimes. kneel this time
for the second line, a second taste.
dismissive sniff, as in a tiff.
oh point two; can't feel my face.
icicles melt, drip burning down my throat.
slick grotto-hands tap feverishly.
butane blisters nasal caverns.
i grin from the thrill of its bite.
alert, i bathe in every second of it.
much more for sentiment than any practicality,
would rather see beauty than this sorry reality-
would rather build castles than stay on the ground,
cause it's snowing now up in the clouds.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Peering down from a terrestial heap,
contemplating the debate at the seams,
exposing dim lights and the ones asleep.
I sat awake, in solitude, lost like a sheep.
Per(re?)ceiving all the secrets in ones dreams;
beneath the veil, and the ones that we keep.
What the bars in ones mind are made of are cheap:
confining and containing what one can gleam
from the empty gaps and the mental leaps.
I hope those objects and night-lights help you sleep;
Plato's shadowy projections move with moonbeams,
the brimful moon ebbing causes the shadows to creep.
The farside is bare, in twilight;
the mind becomes a maverick:
turning fireflies to winking sprights.
Can you regard all that I see
when you dream with eyes-closed?
And In your dream do people speak in poem or prose?
Are you transmitting dimensions of three
or are you given your dreams?
Do you wonder who contains those moments
and where they are received?
If heaven is dreaming nigh
I wonder what we would be
If God sent a message
what might be the presage;
And what might be the conveyance?
When you're dreaming Angels touch the ground,
revealing all that is bound.
~dancing with the beyond~
And (angels) evaporate in the dawn, or atleast seeming..
Let your eyes unlock~
Quick! The Gates are sealing
Run to recapture all that they've been stealing:
From all those who wish to lower your cieling.
---
A gypsy is whistling who's been up all night.
The dreams of many slip into hidden spaces:
Closets and under the bed; spirits dissipate.
As morning's light eminates
What do you see?
Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
I cover
Your every inch
Of dark skin
With touches tender
Like the darkness
That we've entered.
With windows shuttered
And the lights extinguished
As anticipation rises
For the caress of
Secret places to begin.
I embrace you,
Like the shadows
That raced to
Cover your skin,
I trace your curve
with fingertips and lips.
My piqued interest peaks
As I feel the trembles,
And the radiated heat
That eminates from your core
To the surface that I search
To bring bright an vivid
The image of your visage
to my mind
Just like reading braille.
Four senses left
I'm just like the blind
And so I
Rediscover every line
Every hill and sweet valley
Projected in my mind's eye
While I listen to your neosoul
sighs and prelude moans
Which, by lack of sight
Become magnified...
Til passions melodies end
In sweet cadence of night's
Darkness
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
the simple undressed aura
shatters all fear for we are
so godlike
in our oneness
with eacother
so innocent, pure
and so very lovely
in the fullness of our love
let the dead just be dead
they can't use our benedictions
or feel the warm tenderness
that eminates naturally
from any one of us
to be human is to have all power
our simple undressed aura
shines with god's power
shines with our power
and is the power called love
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
There is an elderly couple
Across from us at Max's
Completely lost in each others eyes
Seperate from the world
Sheilded from the average pains of life
Because they have each other
And the joy that eminates from them
Could overwhelm this entire place
Yet, for me
Is bittersweet
Their joy forces me to think of you
Sitting just beyond my grasp
Eyes dancing in the candlelight
Skin glowing
Mouth in a continual flux of speech and consumption
Watching you it is ever apparent to me
You and I
We
Could never be them
However long we tried
Our chemistry will fade
To be replaced with emptiness
For now
We'll enjoy this
My abandon is not yet an option
So I watch you
Gazing at me
And I can't help but laugh
You'll never see it coming
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Hopeless is true, I listen despite
Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night
I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow
The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you."
But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking.
Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax.
How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine.
Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy.
Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused.
Your actions all imply that your words are lies.
I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride.
I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny.
Hopeless is true.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Voices I hear them in my head
Terrorize the waking moments ahead
Hisses of horror deep within I dread
Scornful sorrow inside my head
Behind my smile a painful lie
Of darkened torment in the sky
Sometime the voice of an Angel consouls my being
Praying for my soul collecting the tears am weeping
Deeper in demons live hiding from the light
A hollow abyss I see darkening my sight
A shallow gulp I clench with fear
Then the Demons talk in my ear
"Your Soul is Mine for the taking my dear"
A screech a bang then deafing sound
I feel my body sinking underground
...Is it over? I ask myself ... I hear footsteps coming ahead
A man with a red scarlet a beard and sandals appear
His eyes like the blazing thunder his mouth has a double edged sword
He speaks to the voices and they hear his words
My Guardian Angel assures me he is a holy man the sanctified one
He has come to remove the demonic voices that linger in my life
He asks me gently if I desire holy healing
I bow before him ...suddenly am weeping
The Christ has come to rescue a wounded sheep
He tells me now all the voices will fall and flee
...He puts me under sleep...
A huge white light eminates from his tunic and garments
He touches me on the shoulder and speaks softly
Then with the might of a overpowering force
THE VOICES ARE GONE...the only one remains
Is the one in your heart
The voice of the Holy Spirit The Father and the Son they are 3 in one.
Just remember I have healed you and just as I have healed you I have the power to do the same for others.
Therefore, come now go and sin no more he said.
THE CHRIST IS WON THE BATTLE JESUS THE SON OF GOD.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC