"eruptive" poems
eruptive laugher,
hidden by the trees of yesterday,
past the place that's lost it's bridge.
ultimate chuckling,
i think i see smoke.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
Hypotonic collusions
Rising in osmotic lesions
An eruptive soul reversion
Emissions of embered logs
Each lightening with a glow
A youthful straw of clemency
Pollinated sandals, handled
Gripping the flesh in vessels
Houses of lost and unreal dreams
Vicarage gardens of suppression
Masticated in delegated abstractions
A surmise of death and redistributions
Each a beat rise, slide on frosty ice
Un-enveloped in seasons of erosion
Delusional commotions sprawled
In the dance of the ecstatic programming
The body waved and led in hypnosis
********** with the intangible essence
To make sense a revised tense,I fence
Straying in lenient lunacy to fields afar
A merry to ferry the phoenix dance
Rattles shaking in transit translations
Drums pause settling in finesse pond
A coitus of dimensional valour and vice
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
~
*Mother of many waters
the manner with which she ascends
is sympathetically informed
we are a running spring
from her womb
flowing along the magical line
of peaks and summits
to cascading fiery birthright
and the rain fell
and the snow settled
and the ice theologized
to remind us
the outside world still worships
her eruptive embers*
~
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
the driftwood fits perfectly in my palm
I unspool the seaweed from its taper
furling it about my finger
my marriage to the sea was disputed
with a tiny crab that day
gentle tug-o-war with my heart
and my eruptive roar
echoing his staunch request
to keep his algae blanket - and home
the equivalent of a cardboard box in childhood
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
hard-wood rocking-horse
between thighs of porcelain white.
sweat drips, rhythmic oscillation
of bones that ferrociously grind.
salty, soft, sweet-wine lips;
heavy, humid, breath of steam.
closed-eyes search for surrender,
and signs of admitted defeat.
hymns of pleasure-ridden-falsettos echo;
eruptive moans reverberate in diaphragms;
trapped in throats, restricted groans
fight their way out of closed mouths.
tearing through flesh
arrows find their targets:
bombarded zones left unguarded
are continually pillaged without regret.
hard-wood rocking-horse
still ****** between thighs
of ruined statues of goddesses
made of porcelain, so white.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
he illuminated my sense of longing,
as if, flame to a candle
a dew drop of morning sunrise on petals,
splashed upon open lips grazing silken flesh
I rise to his touch, lingering like a river gliding
over smooth pebbles of a moonlit lake
he traced tremble, following its eruptive point,
fore, time ticked within shadow of us silhouetted
against the moons light
he smiled...
I melted into his comfort; baring wants secret
longing; breathing one another's breath
underneath a moonlit warm sultry night, I watched
his eyes embrace my entirety in a beggars need
he gasped, skimming fingers across open lips wet
in ache; tongue kissing me deep
our earth stood still; as masculinity entered my
dawn, where stars cease to shine and his eyes
told our story
his hands, read me front to back in articulated whispers
impregnating mind and body with desires impingement
our want no more, until our heaven and earth
meets again whispering I love you
savoring morning's first dew drop
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
deeply swaddled
in troubled sleep
covered in
blankets
soaked
with woe
vast crushing stones
of daytime vexations
wring out
the very last
drops of aching
night sweats
a constricting
conscience
strangles
the possibility
of rest
eruptive
violent
struggles
subverts
a desperate
restoration
this damnable
listless sleep
yet in the
nadir of torment
as another
bleak daybreak
creeps closer
a fluttering
voice
hovers
to whisper
courageous
dreamscapes
into my
drowsy ear
"don't be afraid,
I am with you
commanding
the help of
an army
of angels
10,000
strong!"
these are
the days
of miracles
and wonder
don't cry
no more
Paul Simon:
Boy in the Bubble
Happy Birthday
Paul Simon
Jacobs Dream
Marc Chagall
jbm
Oakland
10/13/11
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
they get into your pant
sting the fleshiest part
concerns they've scant
if the bitten is hurt
no sooner than dangers they read
quickly inject formic acid.
easily irritable they're venomous
the pain they inflict can't be quietly nursed
don't they ever bother size of victim
elephantine fat or grasshopper slim
just one bite and the crisis is dire
body is engulfed in eruptive fire.
they grip quite strong before they bite
crawl on from left catch you from right
not a fair deal was it deserved to be earned
thrown in the fire thousand times burned
they spread everywhere trees and clothesline
upon this earth they're livid landmine.
fear them you might curse them abhor
can't stop them they're mighty predator
one small sting is sparks of whiplash
leaving on skin swollen red rash
the more you scratch the more leaps the flame
be wary of these creatures fire ant by name.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
I met him at an audition; he kept staring at me,
I walked over introduced myself; he said he's
a musician, told him I could help with is dickion
and he whispered; I want to sip the fluency of your
elegance, in which, I smiled all giddy inside; pulled
him close and said are you wanting to luxuriate in
lips pout, he said; yes and his eyes engraved me
in his soul
he stepped back; licked my lips and flushed,
embraced love's fidgeting, bestirred in gasped
hunger he held me like a lover in a dream;
clinging to the edge of silent beggary's urgency,
I touched his heat, knew immediately I wanted
him pendulating above femininities heat
so, I coaxed him with an aubade; whispering moist
in want; his euphony he'd written upon parchment
of my heart, without thought I wanted to give in to
masculinities desire to taste and sip as he pleased
but, I held him off for awhile wanting to get to know
more of him, not wanting just a physical allurement,
eyeing him in my mind to take in the scope of his
aura; weeks passed before I would allow him to do
more than just kiss me, the physical attraction was
too strong to wait for entanglements pleasure, the
want to linger in the delicacy of us; on one of those
misty balmy still of night's; I just grasped at passion's
threshold; to drown in our muted moans
as he'd explore pout of silken lips; tasting me
as I'd taste him we savored each other's hunger
taking our time, enjoying each nook and cranny of
him and I, tongue traced my trembles from its
eruptive point between wet thighs; I had to flip our
script so, I could taste his milky spillage as well; like
fingerprints upon thigh, we glided in out, back and
front of our hungered want of one another; sighing
in unison laying paused and breathless, our rhythm
leaves us arched in each other's curve, tasting;
losing control
frenzied, breathless in softness of sigh's every
stroke of ecstasy, lost in the rapture of love; each
kiss from head to toe told a story of love lust and
hunger, hopefully for eternity; as the days grew long
and nights got shorter, we couldn't do without one
another; one day out of the blue he popped the
question and without a doubt I said; yes!
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
The Earth is the prime
source of love
living in mystery
giving seeds
planted,
water transforming all
the bitterness to blessed
purification, your spiritual
Wings as Sun flying around
in this cosmic delight
whispering, singing along
Subtle overwhelming
Harmony, droning
in tune with Galactic
core ~ my heart is
near your heart
as the Moon
orbits The Great
Mother, Grand
Eruptive Sky Father's
Heavenly Energy
creates in creatures
most sacred wish to bow to
Ultimate beauty, submerged
into this wondrous colorful world,
into the Eternal Waves of Subtlety
...Most Honest Divination...
*Life may seem hard
For the honest women and men;
But ... It is... It is mere An Illusion ...
That Scoundrels and Creeps don't have
Each ~A beautiful Star ~ Twinkling for them
And for the World ~ As your Light shines*
Upon the ones you deeply Love
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
In between slumber and wakefulness
lies a place that surrounds us
It seeps into your skin and pours out eruptive
constructive
changing everything in it's path
Burning and firing the vessel from within
Heat rising til the sweat drips over sticky
clammy
steamed up skin
Released when day breaks
Cooling in Sun rays
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
Horrified by my reflection:
A cynical, disillusioned idealist
Horrified,
Indifferent
You were a
Silly boy
Spouting nonsense of hope and humanity
Silly Boy
Your sun-kissed caramel eyes cannot move me
I am stone
Your goofy grin cannot give me hope
I am empty
Your eruptive, childish laugh will not change me
Stunned
It echoes through my being,
Infectious
This smile is easy
Chocolate brown orbs meet honey-hued ones
Hopelessness meets hope
Tarnished meets pure
Silly Boy
Your better tomorrow doesn't seem so "silly" anymore
For, if the world has produced such beauty in you
Surely, it cannot be so bad
For, if there exists a beauty that can melt this frozen heart,
Surely, there must be hope
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
you are a haunted house
windows inviting and dark
mysterious as you liken yourself to be
a bubbling toil and trouble
a mistaken spell
volcanic and eruptive
i wake up sweaty from your ghosts
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Fed by a ceaseless downpour
The river was in eruptive spate
The dam they said can’t take anymore
It must be opened the lock gate.
Open the lock gate and save the dam
Before it crumbles by the mighty force
But what of them on the riverside *******
For them lies what recourse?
The dam can come down any moment
As the raging waters fast mount
What about the millions on it spent
The loss would be immense without count.
But then for saving it if the river is let free
The settlements on its sides would go
Unleashed waters would cause misery
Villages would be washed away with the flow.
What happens in the end you guessed it right
The lock gate was opened to save the dam
Surely more than the poor villagers’ plight
The dam had to be saved *******
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
I confront myself every night
struggling to make ends meet
wiped the dust off my thorny feet
but the moment I indulge
in the confusing exchange
the suffocating, the suffering
betray the ever-present inkling.
I dreamt of my freedom
soaring high
from the eruptive Damascus
with the destructive Andronicus
to the mighty nebula and burst
visible in the night sky
horrible to your naked eyes
and I knew if it happens,
my time, my fate
would end and I
could comprehend.
Release me
from this
terrifying temple
prosecuting throne
horrifying reefs
tormenting prison.
Mama shall burn me
tonight,
out of everyone’s sight.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
In between slumber and wakefulness
lies a place that surrounds us
It seeps into your skin and pours out eruptive
constructive
changing everything in it's path
Burning and firing the vessel from within
Heat rising til the sweat drips over sticky
clammy
steamed up skin
Released when day breaks
Cooling in Sun rays
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
One wide split right through the middle
Frightening fighting while I stay hidden
A war between reality and feelings
The path my feelings follow aren't always appealing.
I've invested my energies in endeavours proven destructive
Fed the essence of my aura into a river that's been occluded
All the sentiment sediment with the pressure becomes eruptive
Seems like the fallacy inside me had always been corrupted.
Imagination and my devastation have I always been deluded
Dichotomy so clear yet the opposing parts keep feuding
They create a perfect storm as if these factors colluded
Adding to the mounting anxiety making matters more confusing.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
As the music tantalises
something tricks the wick of my mind
through the pattern of the eruptive wind
besides the reeds of the adventure
in the swampy zones where I find the way
hiding the inner soul as peace partakes
As the sunshine gazes
the outer lights seems a hundred years
unreachable yet so lovely and visible
there is a pinch of it that never disappears
and it tears all the skin to the kins of bones
depths with the unpenetratable glass
The loneliness is so tasteful
away from any eventful unsteadiness
it scratches the ledge of the window sill
hoping to leap and fly to it’s freedom
and it’s shattered state is a sacrifice
unable to find it’s way home
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
Condensed part II
Condense the want in drops of fault,
Mix with water and some salt.
Stir to make the want eruptive,
Fold yourself and lie adductive.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC