"energetically" poems
vanishing hope
for consumption as a way of life
obese children shovel pharmaceuticals
down the throats of the infirm
internally developing low-tone hymns
relating to slow death by corporate greed –
albino judicators
pass melanin laws
felonizing the populace
perpetuating the proletariat
while pontificating
on the post 9/11 society –
isolated rabble-rousers
screaming at eggshell walls
dislodge tacks holding together
the fabric of American culture
with ingrown and chewed fingernails
flailing armies
think back to trench warfare –
robust midwives mediate
heated discussions
as the United Nations blindly
support U.S. imperialism
looking for kickbacks
from energy companies
globalization giving all humanity
incurable S.T.D.’s –
the last free house mouse
bounds betwixt the ruins
energetically sniffing the rubble
seeking some small morsel
to satisfy its hunger –
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Trapped in my head
Thoughts I should've said
Words drawn like an artist
This paper is my canvas
The art of written form
My pens creating a storm
Scribbles so energetically
It just comes out poetically
The start of a verbal creation
Ranting and letting out frustration
Written out to sound vocally
Just the way I like my poetry
I'll ask just one question...
Have I made an impression?
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Under this canopy
of dark
gleaming stars
I now sit
allow my body
to take residence
in the aura
of my own
glowing
let thoughts
of reason
slowly unravel
until they
become
one
long
thread
connecting my
mind but
releasing it
to the air
Molecules, like
the tiniest of crystals,
gently whir
energetically
about me
in almost
invisible stirrings
letting the power
of energy centers
take over:
Red,
for my root
for I am
tethered
to this earth
Orange, for
the passion
so strong
and truly knowing
my own worth
Yellow, for
my gut,
instincts open
and a-light
expanding into
universes, broadening
my sight
Then my heart
washed through and through
in shades of green
its own incandescence
filled with verdant,
fiery sheens
It beats a lantern
of vitality
in this ocean of pain
sending a beacon in
the darkness
helping to break old,
patterns
prompt them to
snap like rusty chains
Here it pumps in growth of
leafy, budding light
Guiding my spirit
in ripeness full and bright
I rise up
into the
indigo-turquoise
of my throat
as words burst forth
in surges,
in the salty froth
of ocean spirals
they float,
get pulled by
mysterious urges
Like waterfall mist
just kissing
the tips of eyelash
flickers
these words that
have the power
to calm
or make my blood
run quicker
And then:
the deep purple
of my crown
that tapers into
a shimmering white
and I know
I can now
receive myself,
calm, in queenly
presence of mind
of spirit
in my highest
form of
light
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
Summon up the courage
keeping up the cover
A Minefield of memory,
I see you uncover
Irrationality implosion -
Energetically, explosion.
Do you really think,
in our realities
that a happiness
love, might continue?
When emotions are temporary
& feelings too fleeting
Listen
when I announce my selfishness.
Listen,
as I manipulate.
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 7:50 AM UTC
Vengeance is not my jurisdiction.
So let me escape your shadow once and for all,
and please,
let me go---for good. Energetically.
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
vibrant colors effervescent arrays
energetically on show for the eye's window
gardens ebullient with vivacious displays
front and backyards brilliantly aglow
hues of a rainbow a springtime glory
energetically on show for the eye's window
a paint box of shades telling the story
streets and avenues resplendent of decoration
hues of a rainbow a springtime story
our towns and villages so bright in elation
they bring a gaiety after winter's drear
streets and avenues resplendent of decoration
it does gladden the heart when they appear
the floral tones of cerise purple and orange bloom
they bring a gaiety after winter's drear
spring displacing the cold season's gloom
the floral tones of cerise purple and orange bloom
vibrant colors effervescent arrays
gardens ebullient with vivacious displays
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I've come to the conclusion
I am two parts of a whole
you may look at the glass half empty
or half full
sometimes it's really hard to tell
but call me a Gemini , if you will
behind closed doors
I'm either high
or low
one minute I'm soaring
& the next on the floor
one half of me
battles depression & anxiety
my thoughts are scattered inconsistently
my heart pounds in my chest
the minute you speak my name
just know I'm doing my best
trying not to go insane
other days I'm free
gliding thru the breeze
of my life
energetically speaking
the sun dances around me
against my face, glistening
but I seldom wonder
the thin wall that divides me
if I should ever sunder
two halves of a broken heart
searching for the glue that once held them part
Gemini's are twins
such like, good and evil
an angel and a demon
dancing on my shoulders
dragging me farther and farther away
so in the eyes of the beholder
I sense the middle becoming yet much colder
judgment is given on the evil side of me
I'm distant , I admit it
at times , fairly resistant
a poor trait one must receive
nothing more than a peeve
alas I did not select this trait
nor must I choose to accept it
my slump has taken its toll
I do not wish to see anything as it is but dull
I may be present and alive
yet inside, negatively drains my mind
I pray that good outweighs the unfavorable
that you may overlook how I'm unstable
my bright eyes & tinted cheeks
how I simply ignore my urge to be weak
for in that one moment
I've experienced a whole heartbeat
ultimately, there is no escaping
no path could lead me elsewhere away from thee
no debating
I am not one but two parts of a whole
one day I hope I am in control
Gemini
the twins
its me
& I am them
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
In a swiveling chair, the black and white images of light to the west, are reflections of mind in a humming machine. Turning a head, there is a closed window, showing an energetically inspired pen the nearing sunset.
Moon swept itching dark
Twilight, sunrises curtain
pink lids - open eyes
With a blink of instaneous awakeness and sleep, the neck turns fast, to look for inspiration.
Dusk - apart painted
eight queued paired mare and foal
foliage lined dark black
Without my sister's presence, the filmed horse's birth is only an image, lost. Indeed, it's the shadows of sunlight that have lit up the southerly tree with darkness!
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
What’s mine is
yours what isn’t
all his possessed cheap
and passed on
needle deeds to pour out
the thimbles-
full fitting
nimbly in the shallow
dimples of
a love’s distressed palm.
Its clutch of fare-
well will break
hers down to
beggared bits
so nebulous ours
can’t keep from
advancing
matters and oh how
theirs gets circulated
energetically.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
I think back to the days
when I would come over
for play dates
and we would
explore the world
being adventurous
energetically carefree.
It was simple
how our friendship worked
no tall tales behind
each others backs
no feelings were hurt
no secrets
no lies
no whispering.
We were all best friends
hanging out together.
A group formed quickly
and divided even quicker.
Stories embellished
to promote one’s own
popularity, creating
laughs and turning me
into the black sheep.
I learned not to trust
any of you.
Skepticism became my
new best friend.
The best thing I thought
was to leave it all
forget everyone and
begin somewhere else new.
That place didn’t really
seem quite for me either.
So I returned. Some
accepted me back with
open arms, but I still
couldn’t trust it.
I didn’t know who any
of you were anymore.
I struggled opening up
and accepting you all.
I wish I could have done it.
I wish we did reunite.
I have forever wanted to
be back in the group.
But the group is not for me.
It never was. It never will be.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Sweet the lilacs fill the room,
Soft the evening glowing moon,
Energetically, the crickets call,
Hear the footsteps down the hall.
Bulbs burning, shadowy light,
Doors creaking in busy night,
Muffled conversations from nextdoor,
Mysteries stirring with silence no more.
Distant radio with old songs gone by,
Some are laughing, some to cry,
Into the evening we feel the glow,
Of living life we all still know.
Outside my window the breeze comes in,
Inside my head, the world still spins,
My heart is beating to this rustling about,
I hear some people outside they shout.
Dogs in distant lengths still bark,
Some on the city for a moments lark,
There are those tucked softly in bed,
With no sugar plum fairies inside their head.
And so, I chuckle inside my being,
Of all the night and what's been seeing,
I turn to go to bed to finally rest,
This living life is still the best.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
I love it whenever Cookie. . .
kneaded her cute paws on cushions. . .
slept on my bed. . .
slept near the TV. . .
slept on top of the furniture cabinet. . .
slept in between my legs. . .
gave us Norman, Zoe, Vincent and ****** (but he sadly left us so soon). . .
played with her kittens. . . and. . .
defended them whenever Buddy bullies them. . .
gave me gentle gazes. . .
gave me gentle meows. . .
looked at me with her big, innocent eyes. . .
played very energetically. . .
showed her the moments where sheʼs still a kitten at heart. . .
she comes whenever we call her. . .
she responds to calling her name. . .
was very affectionate. . .
melts my heart every time. . .
she rolled around whenever she was playful. . .
she told off Claudia sometimes. . .
comforted me without any effort. . .
I love her tri-colored coat, her beautiful innocent eyes, her cute face that I will dearly miss. I may have not shown you how much I love you, Cookie, but I will always remember you through your babies. I will protect them.
I love it whenever Oli. . .
knocked over things whenever he throwed a tantrum. . .
bit or scratch me gently when I irritate him. . .
whined when I hug him. . .
ignored me whenever I call him. . .
would give me a meow of warning before biting me. . .
followed me home the first time I saw him. . .
gave me that irritated gaze. . .
can be sweet when he want to be. . .
screams whenever he fights with some other cat. . .
doesnʼt want to fight other cats. . .
lightly bumps my hand or lean whenever I touch him. . .
slept beside me. . .
slept on top of the refrigerator. . .
doesnʼt care about pleasing me. . .
knew that I love him so much.
Oli knew how much I love him. I love the black spot on his lower lip, his orange eyes, his white and orange coat, the cute pattern of his front paws, his long orange tail, his innocent face, his gayness **** I love every single detail about you, baby.
I never thought that you impregnating Pola was a blessing in disguise, because I didnʼt know that you would leave us so soon.
You might be gone, pero lahat kayong mga dumaan sa buhay ko ay may kanya-kanyang espesyal na lugar sa puso ko. Miss na miss ko na kayo. Sobra. You guys are perfect. You didnʼt deserve any of what happened to you. Iʼm sorry I couldnʼt protect you guys from this cruel world. One day, you will get the justice you deserve. And the same goes for all of the animals they abused. Hindi natutulog ang Diyos. They will get what they deserve.
October 15, 2019 - July 22, 2021
October 14, 2019 - July 22, 2021
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 3:13 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
When Rajab naturally comes, we traditionally think you.
Everybody merely says that undoubtedly your sacred month.
To fondly remember about you, hail about you a mighty lot;
On this noble month of Rajab!
Unfortunately the modern world
Naturally forget that every precious second what we suspire.
Is precisely your divine mercy and Infinite blessings,
It is not about the sacred Holy month.
Its about You always, who shall I Hail and Bow humbly
to the Noble and divine creator (Allah).
Who do I universally acclaim in my hasty and miscreant life?
Without your Divine Mercy and Infinite Blessings'
Nor my active life exists peacefully,
Or my noble soul exists naturally,
Nor the sacred month of Rajab!
Fondly recall Him (Allah). Hail Him (Allah) every second.
Start to bow politely towards the Divine Creator;
Endlessly on Rajab, this is precisely the starting month.
Towards the devoted most Sacred month of Islam (Ramadan)
Passing through the Shaban Month.
You are capable to bow continuously and fast energetically.
On the most sacred month of Ramadan through the rehearse,
Of Sacred Month of Rajab and Shaban!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
Energetically I know how you feel
My gift is not confined by space and time
Psychic abilities come with the territory
Always put needs of others ahead of my own
Time with nature is time at home
Highly sensitive is an asset not a weakness
Sense the world deeply suffer immensely
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Well most people dance to music
hypnotic,acrobatic,extreme
with moves so energetically outstanding
the moves you can do in your dreams
but I got my own way of moving
I do it any time of day
don't need the music to be pumping
my minds just up for the play
my feet start to shuffle their own way round
my legs join in on it to
my hip starts to flicker excitement
am I really dancing with you
but of course that I am cause your reading
this my dance floor delight
set in words on a page now
but set for real we'd ignite
cause enjoyment is set on a dance floor
just like the fun when we read
something ever so inspirational
you will the quest to succeed
I like to dance well I'm asking
don't need the sound of applause
just I like to see what's inside you
so set free your mind on the floor
for deep inside everybody is a dancer
just what floor your dancing upon
weather be music that's shaking
or which pen is writing the song
but if your shy don't worry
if you feel that you got 2 left feet
just sick to what you do best now
do your dancing on seat
use this how ever you want to
file it away on the shelf
cause sat right here I'm moving
I'm dancing here by myself
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
you're my blood moon...
my muse,
my sleepless eyes.
hanging there,
skinned raw...
animal and angel.
energetically pulling
on this awakened
body.
you've touched an
intimacy that's made
me territorial.
so i blow out stars
with the authority that
grants wishes.
i want that sky as black
as perfected extinction...
just so you can bleed
and scream Ma~
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
, but depression seems the more obvious
topic to exhaust recently.
and i went running this morning to feel less fat
and stretched afterwards in a short-winded burst of resolution.
An hour later i collapsed into the arms of a friend
and exchanged ambiguous signals with him until night fell:
(he wants a friend, i want a kiss, you see).
I'm actually happy right now,
energetically kicking the can down the road.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Fear of abandonment
There's someone better than me
Fear of betrayal
I am not good enough, never will
I can not open heart,
I do not want to attact this deceiver
One who cheats love,
A selfish contender...
That wants me and the world.
Low vibrational **** and becoming be gone.
I do not want you,
But wait... why do I keep thinking and feeding you with my fears of abandonment...of not being good enough?
This heavy feeling of not having access to anything better, limiting beliefs imprison me.
All I see and hear are the echoes of others' pain and fears...so I won't open my heart.
I can't do that to myself.
Everywhere, online in comments I see him,
I feel him
Low vibrational selfish ****
His heart is closed too...that's why we keep finding each other
I don't want him yet I find home in him.
Anticipation of the worst you and you don't even exist...yet.
Emotional insecurity, instability,
More abandonment, validation of not being good enough.
More of not being chosen
More mental fights...creating more momentum into chaos that hasn't happened...yet.
I am the door that is letting these demons in.
Why do I keep doing this to the love of my life?
My heart needs a safe space and this isn't it.
Why won't I love myself better?
Shame, judgment for this guilty pleasure of mine.
Split Desire consumes my energy, dull
Between better × healthier and dirtier x sicker
Oh multiple choices, where do I begin?
Which timeline should I resign?
I don't want my heart to be mined,
I want my heart to be considered.
My inner child's heart deserves to be chosen.
I can't choose those who won't too.
If I do, I abandon myself first.
I create insecurity and disloyalty to my little girl's heart first.
Am I still inviting the devil into my bed?
Oh my gosh,
I close timelines where every cheater + heart deceiver comes + becomes
In my heart, in my presence
they always stink so bad
their demonic future crumbles in my sight.
Their disgusting energy, it is the tissue I wipe all the yucky impurities
Negligible care to engage now
they are energetically falling off like the leaves in autumn,
Now manure for the seeds of love I plant for my future I secure
In my heart,
Fall away all parts of me that cheat + deceive the heart of the one I truly love.
Die.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
There is an upending resistance
That is my equivalent in every way
Energetically we are all related
Some us just feel more remorse
Which is noble only in the most human of ways
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
I saw your latest picture today.
You smile the same way,
I've always remembered it.
Your lips a perfect fit.
You've always wished your teeth were a bit whiter.
Your dimples are even wider,
Drawing all gazes.
Though as much as I hate to say this,
I remember the look in your eyes.
You always hated to disguise
Your feelings
Always energetically reeling,
Even in life's lull!
Too bad now--
Your eyes are dull.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Will the bees coax the world to bloom?
Pink-blue faint skies rub energetically
at the edge of the landscape,
aching to mate with a bush of
feathery green buds.
Too soon. Still March. Try again later.
The road is promising though
with mailbox tongues hanging open,
also gasping for the flowering
and swallowing the letter
that commands current residents
to Leap! To be Free!
to smell the roses
hidden so discreetly in the future.
We are abuzz with what is
Almost Here.
Spring.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC