"enlivens" poems
*i always imagine you so very graceful
through the masochists ordeal
a god form of supplication
seeing your face
in love
fascinated by shimmering kisses
that hurt, yet please
wet lips and sharp teeth
glamors that excite
cold blade licks dragged across
tender bellies
naval
buttocks
and flexed toes
stinging
then radiating outwards
wounds become lilies
mouth *******
tremulous weeping kisses
ecstatic cruelties
blood glitter sacrifice
your supplication
love pangs
i'm shaking apart over you
your countenance
a cascading dream
moved to tears of adoration
your limitless
yielding
like surrenders caress
an infinite communion
with fragile limbs
silky wrapped spools
innerness of desire veiled in a shroud
a faltering star that glistens crimson
nymph of purgation
ash volcanic
cells en-flamed with tongues that bite
subsumed in scented vapors
a confection of **** and ***
waves embrace ineffable shores
passed the discontinuity of life
I have the most immense feeling of love for you
am i not
the saint death
quietly following you
through life's labyrinth
innocuous
waiting humbly in the wings
i am all ache for you
a vice of kisses
a brief encounter
that eats your sight and senses
ushering you to immortal freedom
a swooning garland of fire that enlivens
the body electric
a mist of molecules
your tears intoxicate
i am new life with in you
budding embryo
that consumes its mother for nourishment
and saturates like dew drops
as it echoes through oblivion*
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
There is a painful vacuum
Not a naked desire but still
A longing unfulfilled
That hollows the soul
It is why babies wail
Why old men wake crying
From beginning to end
We evolved to be touched
Skin on skin does not need to be
A ****** frenzy
A hug, a handshake
And pat on the back
Or a hand on his shoulder
The old man waits
The silence of isolation breaks
Oxytocin rushes through his system
Rebooting forgotten feelings
Restoring diminished capacities
It does not return all abilities
But enlivens deadened synapses
Yes it is very cerebral
Without it we wither away
Stewing in mental and physical decay
So, have you touched someone today?
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Irresistible longing
gave way to Yes
the ground for love to grow.
Surrender to love
has brought me here
commitment in shared flow
Now gratitude
grows every day
this happiness I know
In all you do
In all you are
Your precious heart you show
As love expands on many paths
its target undefined
This gratitude enlivens me
vivation beyond mind
Sweet clarity I come to see
these blessings intertwined
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
Wind swept
Wild places the grass it puts on a veritable orchestra of movement as it undulates to the power of the breeze that passes
Mountain meadows splashed with a profusion of flowers they jiggle as if there tickled about something or other
The crest of the hill bordered with trees sloping down the hill children are running reminiscent of Jack and Jill
This utopia of nature sets aside the hurly burly the curvature of the hills still the wind hold the sun just right you it invites
Cross these pasture lands the feeding ground of many cattle and sheep the pride of the farmer who keeps
Inexorably bound by breed and creed for centuries this way of life flourishes among these native grasses
Tender shoots these roots give of their riches the sun and rain gives them a time to reign with joy all reaps
Pleasure in the walk letting fingers glide over the heads of tall grasses the silent telling of harmony filled poise
Future generations will be brought to these shadowed grounds they too will by their lives express and know contentment
Hourly they hold in sod that has known the breath of time as it has passed time and time again it enlivens breaks fourth
Sturdy and resplendent it shows all its dependability the same respect settlers knew is found the builders of this continent
Long shadows grow upon earths shoulders she knows the good and the bad but through resilience remains unconquered
The distant mountain stands eternal guard, it affects rainfall, mutes the winds force guarantying a peaceful valley
Perpetuity is taught in this land tomorrows unfold from days gone by with regularity they build and keep the way open
Stewardship the blessed hope working in harmony with all that surrounds at days end this will be the final sum and tally
The herdsman knows the time he invests it well always with broad vision does he act in this wisdom all will be victorious
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
*stone-blind to suppress
the poison that enlivens a soul
how cryptic a fool you become
to see erroneous fantasy
to chase a false reality
wake up and see the aftermath
Love, is a mischief
oh, hold your horses- apathy
a broken dream
and you are entrap*
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
You're dangerously honest
Silently filled with screams
Your body lies in the waking world,
Yet your mind still wanders in dream
Walking alongside mannequin masses
How much of this is real?
Staring back at what I assume to be myself
Emptiness pervading all that I feel
I drown in the sin of impassioned sweat
These stained sheets that mark my grave
These years are poison; these tears are deadly
The lies of living have made me a slave
Lost, wandering in a vicious world
Of constant contradictions and deadly afflictions
Dying by the hand of my own vices
And misguided, misinterpreted convictions
My favorite song is being sung by a dead man
Stolen are his hopes and dreams
A resurgence of his soul enlivens me
Though his revelations remain unseen
For I know why the caged animal cries
Through iron bars, he is fed lies
The truth is but a lie undiscovered
Who controls the thoughts in your head?
Discreet indiscretion and silent objection
Our minds spoon fed the brilliant flesh of the dead
I long only to feel the warmth of your love
Before I grow tired and cold
I long to be blessed with your passion
Realize such worldly wonders without being told
A shallow grave sunken in marshy swamp
No one to watch over or preside
This empty box houses my world for eternity
In the darkness of the infinite is where I will hide
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
A tree, stands alone in the misty, interior forest,
frozen, bark to the core,agitated, in the blizzard and gale
only embrace mother nature now blesses him with,
yet full of hope and all ears for something,humming, then-
comes alive suddenly as if a new season of efflorescence
has begun, a cycle of youth,gentle love of butterflies.
A haunting note of wafting music, wakes up the soul
the sky high tree has already forgotten, is rising above the din
booming, sonorous from the deeper part of cosmos.
The tree listens and a transformation begins in every
small root, tiny leaf and allover, the tree left in the
heart of the forest to the mercy of forces is, you know who
the music that enlivens me once again is you my love.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the gratitude of paddy field to rain, with which it grew rice.
I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the prayer said by grass for the soil, which gave it life and in turn, enlivens.
I want you to simplify me with your love. Like works of the sun: rising-setting, giving names to morning, noon, eve and night.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
A pure mind
Discerning and dissecting
Living in a world of forms and shapes
Still revels in the true essence
Beauty in truth
When beyond mere looks
Your presence enlivens
Brings meaning to my life
A feeling unexplained
Beauty in love
A child at play
Looking, touching, querying
Lost
In wonder
Beauty in innocence
The artist looks at his canvas
And it becomes his world
Everything else turns to nought
A flourish of colours and strokes
Lost in creation
Beauty in work
This universe infinite
Defying all imagination
All we can do is surrender
In awe, In admiration
Praying for inspiration
Beauty in devotion
© copyright skm
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
1:38pm Sabbath Mar 25 2023
*it was in no vast eternal plan, no signed signal,
that this day, this moment, this infusion of
a hymn would I compose, lyrics praiseworthy,
to my god, my creator…my single life-long companion.*
*mine hymn of tribute, hymn of mystery,
words of uplift suffusing, abundant abide within,
music straightens my back, eyes tear-glisten,
how come this joy unconstrained, so affecting?*
*the wonder of this mystery, the wander of soul,
how be it all that troubles retreats, a waving-bye tide taken,
both emptied and fulfilled, in simultaneous simplicity,
I am confirmed, ascertained, relieved, even revived!*
*at the intersection of rising divinity, insistent human frailty,
at the crossroads of pure perfection, permanent imperfection,
the impermanence of this meeting quickens, gladdens, knowing
a glancing touch of god’s finger both enlivens and yet blankets.*
***my entire substance, composition, neath a comforter of good,
in a calming restfulness, with the knowing grace that this will pass,
my hymn marks my forehead permanent, that just once I moved in a place, not twixt, not tween, but a perfect firmament nearer my god***…
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 3:26 PM UTC
Life and death, you said
A blessing and a curse, so chose you said
To live and
Embrace
This moment and the next one
as well because your touch
Your touch
enlivens me
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Reach out
Extend your palm
There is so much love
Soak it in your fine lines
Reach out
Shine the twinkle in your eyes
There is so much detail
Awaiting your appreciating gaze
Reach out
Smile
There is such a vibe
Let there be a field
Enthusing positivity
Reach out
Hug your brethren
Let the goodness
Through your embrace flow
Reach out
To life
Feel its fullness
Bask in its grandeur
Even the dark canvass
Enlivens in a purple patch
Happiness lives in small enclave
Just peep down
And find its sparkle
Touch it then
To make an astounding miracle!
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
She took a moment to pause and ponder
one lonesome, dreary night
the consequences of her untimely death
that would end a hidden plight
One that had interlaced itself in her a while ago
that she had forced to silence and lull
but that enlivens itself at times like these
when she is feeling awfully dull
And so the shadow had visited her again that somber night
and in her, it forced her to see
the careful steps to her self-planned death
had she chosen to agree
It asked her, "Do you believe anyone would care?"
and to that she murmured, "Maybe."
In her head appeared images of remorseful Facebook posts
like those sent to a deceased boy in the same class as she
"But the frequency of those posts would decline," it said,
"as the topic of your death no longer became a care.
No one would mourn for your soul anymore,
and no one would shed a tear."
"Your friends will move on with their lives in time,
your family will eventually cope.
Your lover will find another love,
one not filled with forlorn hope."
"So take that thick rope into your hand," it urged,
"or those colorful pills in the bathroom drawer
and if you do it correctly and succeed
perhaps you'll be found dead on the carpet floor."
This shadow, while it still talked like an eager villain
no longer made a sound
She found she could quiet its menacing voice
with faint memories of happiness that she found
Of sunlight after a burst of rainfall
the woodsy scent of a winter breeze
morning grass speckled with dew
long streets in the fall adorned with golden leaves
Of family dinners gathered around the table
witty remarks and laughter shared with friends
quiet moments spent with her dearest, her lover
and his warm clasp around her hands
This shadow looked on in disgust
and bid her a sour farewell
as it shrunk itself in her yet again
and her dismal unease quelled.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
*Through Prismatic Stairways & Monochromatic Sways,
Under Cinematic Rays,
She Twinkles In Ecstatic Daze,
In Her Promiscuous Silence,
With Spatial Violence,
She Enlivens My Sins In Her Aphrodisiac Vehemence,
Her Fake Plastic Smiles,
Under The Vienna Skies,
In Blank Reflections Under Disguise,
With Her Wings Of Destiny, She Sensationalizes,
With Her Spectral Prayers & Kryptonite Searchlights,
She Rains Her Ethereal Affairs, Painting Satellite Twilights,
Her Effervescent Fantasies,
Orchestrating Crescent Intimacies,
Verses Perpetuating Into Iridescent Complexities,
A Stellar Starlight Dazzling In Stardust,
Like An Astral Butterfly She Flounces In Lusts,
On Her Audiotronic Escapades,
Serenading Under The Symphonic Shades,
She Transmutes Into An Iconic Mermaid.
- 02:32AM*
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Visions in the breeze
A tree on a broken horizon
Each wave a shout
From the past to the future
A call heard only by
The one's truly listening
Tipping point mathematics
Love has and always will be
Trial and unforgivable error
Hearing the door open as
Echoing empty steps chime
Like the first poets to ever write a rhyme
Or an innocent man put to death
Falsely accused of another one's crime
Each order put into bolts and gears
Wear me thin and rattle me to the bone
I've made a mistake, I'm no longer here
My feet are crooked and I feel queer
Each note I hear is out of tune as the saloon
Has started to bend backward
The light under the fan spins
Chopping my sight clean in two
The blue creole sky enlivens my senses
As youth dances and gyrates restless
And effortless like one's first fall into love
A case for the weak
As the strong get along
No dust in their fingertips
Their stomachs always full
As the poor feel the pull
Into the road to the grave
Put the ear to the snowy hills of Eastern Europe
Make sure your boots are tied
And your pen hand is steady, unwilling to lie
Afraid of consequences is to be human
But to be afraid of a life without them
Is to tie the stitch to tight around the hem
There is choice
And then
There is responsibility
The routine
Of our lives rely
On the choices we made
Due to responsibility
Guilt and learned' reason
Forget reason
Forget thy' guilt
Forfeit the old
For the new
You know truth
More than
I
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
1 The zenith tempers warmth in hueful mist,
2 Of indigo splatters and crimson beams;
3 Wisps go flickering, zone of blossoms twist,
4 For art carnival of aesthetic creams.
5 Thee heart’s a-beating drunken symphony,
6 Conjures pure, shrill pounding acappella;
7 Cognating pulse on graceful melody,
8 An ensemble of forceful orchestra.
9 Thy sway tickles all dead integument,
10 Pressure’s on accord, feeble limbs awake;
11 Impulse enlivens every element,
12 An ecstatic cradle in every flake.
13 Nestle me lambent gal, don’t leave me be,
14 Thee orbs thou have enslaved wish not be free.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
Drowning in verbosity
Lost in time
For I cannot express
In prose or rhyme
The beauty that enlivens
Kindred by chance
A victim by choice
or circumstance?
A victimless crime?
A passionate flare
Unexpected rawness
Enter, enter if you dare
Challenges accepted
Without hesitation
Jump into darkness
Accede consummation
Oh my pretty, pretty one
Whatever have we done
With hell deep in your eyes
The claiming has begun
Every calculation
And each strategic move
An action for an action
Every step it does behoove
How easily the game is played
When lines are drawn in black
Maneuvering each bitty piece
Not giving any slack
Training like a solider
Satisfying every need
Holding on to nothing
The past promised to impede
Eating demons in the flesh
A Knight in rusted armor
Feeding darkness innocence
Inherently a charmer
There you are so handsome
Seemingly sweet and kind
Hidden far behind those eyes
Lives a ***** evil mind
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
You would wake up, clocked, alarmed,
lost in the crossover transition,
from dream to live beauty,
and find me writing
laughing, crying, simulcast.
If you slept with, beside me,
you would put your head
on the chest that warms, enlivens,
the few who ever privileged to touch it,
shape-designed to give what needs taking.
If you slept with, beside me,
your vocabulary would contain
new creations daily, poems, words,
like nippilicious, and thatsridikulus.
If you slept with, beside me,
The first thing you would see thru the window,
that chair, angled toward the sun rising,
where I everything,
and sigh-smile simulcast.
If you slept with, beside me,
you would laugh at that man who takes
that newly arrived coffee mug,
and lifts it to warm that naked chest,
heat external thru skin,
waking up his heart, caffeinated for you.
If you slept with, beside me,
you would get to choose,
your fav body part,
a choice tween tongue
and tongue.
If you slept with, beside me,
we would argue mightily,
what be best,
multitudinous colors of the sky,
grass lush green or,
calm bay blue treading waters,
Bach or Billy Joel.
If you slept with, beside me,
you would not have to read this,
for this would part and parcel your life,
no need to say and see things twice.
6:43am sept. 14th
Postscript:
If you slept with, beside me,
You would to bed dispatched,
With the taste poem, of me, lullabyed,
And awake to the poem-chronicle
Of the first few moments of this day,
And in between, a duet,
Sleep, and a poem, entitled, me.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC
Oh the flame in your eyes
That engulfs me,
That I can't help
But get lost in
Enlivens me
The brisk wind comes
Whistling past my ear
Yet all I hear is your
Velvety voice
Whispering a promise
Of forever
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Let us go now my love to dwell forever
beneath the faintest moonlight of summertime,
where nature grows and enlivens hearts forevermore.
Let us go now my love to dwell forever
in natures fair ***** in Ceres cradle let’s
rest and recuperate and let our minds ponder.
Loves garden grown and tended by two
such heartfelt and intertwined lovers,
see them sit ‘neath the willows canopy,
fingers intertwined, gazing at the lands fair
view as the moon drifts lazily
across such wonderful starlit skies.
My love, No such garden is better suited,
than this loves humble garden.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 3:57 AM UTC
a quote of Al Pacino
<>
it took/takes
a lifetime to get close
to where the answer
possibilities don’t river
rush past, and each eddy
seems like that’s the one,
the definitive affirmative,
jump in and all you get
for misjudgment, is a
sopping wet
for your troubles
but you keep on jumping
from job to job, roll from
role to role, cause
even if the
last one is not
a fulsome answer, it
is in possess of the
creative release,
the high that satisfies
till you need a
new hit, another hint,
of tapping into
the vein of creation
that enlivens and
declares, I am purposed
for this,
no matter
how long it takes,
and or the
errors of mistooks,
me I’ll keep jotting down
jumbled jimmied words
in new combine
until such time -and rap,
I can say well shoot
that’s a wrap,
*eyelid hints at
a rest but at
the same time
it gives forth
a sloooow wink,
that best poem
yet to come
won’t likely arrive
until it
comes forth
in a last gasp,
a final exhaustion,
exhaustive expelling
and even might be
highly satisfactory
breadth of a last and
everlasting breath~taking
**** just got
t a k e n*
nml
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 11:32 AM UTC
Horror of horrors! Dark lady, it’s you again
Abbess of shadow and sinister sprite.
Pray show me, sweet Nelida, how to express myself:
Passion? Pure malice? Or ****** by fright…
You opened the dungeons where dreams slept desireless
Vanquished my sleep of misogynist night.
A sepulchral shudder enlivens my being:
Liquescent infernoes of Gothic delight.
Elevation celestial or depths of despair –
No middle to stand on beholding your visage
The firmament drops as I swing in the air.
In this fall, or this orbit, show mercy, bright maiden
Nor quench solar fires with lunar disdain.
Eclipsing at zenith, you blacken my brain.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
“We’ve engineered the world for comfort and ease. Most people rarely step outside of their comfort zones these days—we’re living progressively soft, sterile, temperature-controlled, overfed, under-challenged, safety-netted lives1. And it’s slowly limiting the degree to which we experience our, as the poet Mary Oliver put it, “one wild and precious life.””
Michael Easter, Substack
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five months have expired
from when this notion
1st caught my notice
but fallow lay,
unattended, unremarked
unforgiving
of my ignorance and inattention
but it freshly, rightly,
core challenges me
guilty of the underbelly softness
so well described,
I
choose to scribe,
wrestle with angel and devil,
two~on~one human,
and yet, still a
fair fight
"wild and precious!"
how rarely we employ these
adjectives,
that conjure the edginess of an
existence
lest you think,
that we are here to implore, urge,
skydiving, remote wilderness trekking, or other physical states
that set adrenaline on fire,
I am not
afterthat for them
oh, my
wild and precious
is far more treacherous and enthralling
what I beg you to embrace is
no farther than
nubs, knobs and stubbled nibs of your fingers,
the taste buds flowering invisible
on the wily, twisty tongue,
the tiny-vibrating little hairs of your nostril,
two extra large eggy pupils of your two eyes,
here lies danger,
your customized throbbing throbbing your drumming,
leadings
access to the garden of
The truly wild and precious,
the poems you will scribe,
from the safety of your captains chair,,
Throwing caution to the wind compose and depose yourself with bitter questioning,
For which the answered answers must be truly be
wild and precious
cyan sighs,
oaken cries,
furious colorless invasive tears,
steely stabbing personal truths,
yes those wild ones,
in your. chest close held,
spill them like cold coffee,
surrender the precious, and
inward confess your
shame, gains and the relit
that you are not merely
wild and precious
but a sea borne sailor,
a navy voyaging to
to where
danger enthralls
enlivens!
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
***A deeply centered Light
filtered and broken
enlivens all creation..
we need assistance
for our recognition..
humility to imagine:
multitude reflections
sensing one pattern
of center and mirrors
an awareness leap
fear births awe...***
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Must love rollercoasters. I mean not exactly roller coaster per se; although actual roller coasters would be a bonus. I am a marginal enthusiast. I mean you should have that kind of attitude and vigor for life and new adventures. Rollercoaster lovers are committed to experiences over things.
Must love books, movies, museums, the outdoors, and live theatre. I want to sit in a room and read with you, and too you. I want to glance up and catch your face the moment it just enlivens, inspired by the joy of brilliant writing. I want to nestle close alongside you and share the electric energy that passes between the stage players and their audience both as they present and as we process afterward. I want to watch a movie, and discuss ourselves to exhaustion and collapse into each other. I want to experience art and history together and watch the aliveness the great humanities use to enlighten our mindfulness to the magic of living experience. I want to cuddle up alongside you by a fire, my arms wrapped around you, our bodies sore from hiking the splendor of a forest trail.
Must have beautiful eyes; but then beautiful souls always have beautiful eyes, because it is the eyes that reflect most honestly the inner essence of the soul. Must be passionate about politics, religion, pop-culture, justice and the planet. That passion always shimmers when you peer deeply into beautiful eyes. You are the kind of woman who knows we have only one life to live in our time on earth and you plan to maximize it with mirth and
In return, I will spoil you with with words and pour affection on your body. I will look deeply inside those eyes every opportunity I have to gaze. I will cover you in kisses so every inch of you knows how you excite every inch of me. I will kindle that shared passion for the extravagance of human experience. I will cultivate the planting of our sapling romance till it blossoms into the love I want to give and share.
If you are that kind of woman, reach out to me. I am the kind of guy who's looking to fall in love with someone like you.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC