"evolutions" poems
How this could have
happened I will
never hear again
but it happened
all the same
exactly this way.
I was walking in
Prairie Creek
surrounded by my
soon to become silent
companions
when I noticed
events so
strange.
I dug my feet
into the dirt
they soon dissolved
and roots were
sprung
a nervous system extending into
the soil, oh the sounds the
smells I felt.
Where my skin once was
bark began to emerge
my fingers became tiny
clones of myself
each speaking different
tongues I could not comprehend
I made out these
words "our time has begun. "
I became a Buddha
on the road
a three quarter
smile on my lips
as my body grew
towards the sun
a thousand years
was now mine
and to it I did
succumb.
I watched the
generations pass
Christs come and
go and come again.
It all meant nothing
to me at all
as long as I have
this fog that nourishes
me and creatures living
in the canopy.
I stand at peace
for centuries
a thousand years
and still my life
is a five minute
dream filled with all
possible intensity
and former attachments
as the impermanence
of the illusion of
time was plain
to see
as human lives whirlwinds of
experience
dust devils
blew by me.
Lightening and fires burned me
but I survived.
Now that I stand in
this silence
lost in the meditation
of dreams
a solitary tree
the last standing
a brand new species
born of evolutions breeding
runs on the ground
dancing on my grave
I remember that
first day
the beginning of my
thousand year awakenings
I think it was only
yesterday.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
I am the oppressed,
and you are the master,
holding me since birth,
as I am evolutions disaster.
I have a tendency for violent outbreaks,
created by institutionalized racism,
they say be "normal", there are choices...
yet within our beliefs there is a chasm.
For I was born without an option,
and went where I was led,
my only freedom was my adoption,
into the gangs for whom I bled.
While society cites me as a statistic,
I am just an average man,
pushed to the point of being sadistic,
because for the blacks there is no plan.
Do not group me with the heathens,
or make me out to be a sociopath,
I went where I saw life's beacons,
and as a child I was caught in that wrath.
Someday this will all end,
that day that I will be dead,
revolution will strike society,
like a bullet in the head.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.
Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus
of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into
one stream, forgets the past and rolls on.
The sea-mist green of the bowl's bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by
quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.
2.5k
Icicle heart
I can't tell if it's cold outside
Or
I'm froze inside.
Icicle heart,
melts to raise the sea levels,
Then we drown in tears,
defeated by fears,
we see Devils,
The water is clear,
but crimson cold.
Your
cool calm and collected,
so level headed,
After all this years,
It's the apathy you feel
that makes fools of us.
Now there's swimming pools of regrets,
when
Icicles melt.
A cologne of shame,
pungent in the air,
carried by breath,
to pollenate the common class,
this
Icicle heart,
can never last
at least without
changing state
as
the landscape moves like a bad mood,
but the worst has passed,
and we backtrack.
Scrap that,
Take me back to the start,
Dinosaurs,
reptilian nature,
evolutions mistake,
Are you down for me and
My icicle heart,
melts into the stream,
and down the river it seems
an estuary divides us,
as we reach the sea,
impeach beliefs,
and the buoyant
keeps
my
icicle heart,
afloat,
I hope you feel me.
and
however it may seem,
you were nothing less
than a dream,
nothing more than a
drop in the ocean to me,
and
my
cold cold icicle heart.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
A God all alone in empty total dark,
had thought to start up creations spark.
To build upon that black empty view,
all those things his thoughts made anew.
Where and with what should he begin,
with only darkness there to keep it in?
Mechanics drawn from rigid Physics laws,
so time would carry out evolutions chores.
Only God alone right there at the start,
hydrogen made as if from some godly ****
Clouds that swirled and time then congealed,
until mass and gravity his plan then revealed.
Ignition of that first ball of gaseous light,
that brought an ending to the longest night.
Deep in that furnace new things were made,
a realm where matter and time both played.
Changing substance and the shape and form,
by the passing of time and by cosmic storm.
All elements to make every building block,
of galaxies, liquids, gases and every kind of rock.
So the plan moves on at his chosen godly pace,
filling all of time and all corners of outer-space.
Ever changing all things into something more,
God all alone knowing what its all been for.
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
I foster an incremental relation to the cosmos, enticed regularly by its indefiniteness and appeal.
Its evolutions, innate behaviors, and formidable sciences are recompense for earth’s meager discrepancies.
I often engage in the caprice to dismount much dissatisfaction by the constancy of riveting celestial events.
These beings possess no artificiality.
Its prophetic order, ornate and stupendous architectural facets have allowed a crescendo of dispositional hysteria.
Prosaic imprecations are deduced from its auxiliary wherewithal.
There is no contrition in immersing in enthrallment nor is there fickleness in trust.
Magnificent bodies orbit in finesse and probability, achieving universality and control.
Though these incitements are exponentially cheering, my origin is but connoted in despondency.
Usurpers and ill-suited vandals proliferated by the intemperance of the Ptolemaic discipline.
Rustics, miscreants and idle minds misdirected by less virtuous planetary derision.
My cognitive severity asserted by ominous consummation.
Oh how these preponderant truths confine me unfortunate.
Soliloquy is but an affliction amidst this era of anachronistic reign.
Grandiose passivity is intolerable at this time.
I plan to dichotomize my adamant fate from precepts and conditions anew.
The deposition of malfeasant kings will be sought.
Ploys I have already configured; propagation is near to instigation.
I will exhort my ascent to prime eminence.
The stars will sanction me to a rightful end.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Perfect imperfections,
Drawn away frustrations.
Pondering sweet emotions,
Simplicity through dedications.
Discovery of new evolutions.
Washed away night's illusions,
Drifted away by happy motions
Pride through inspirations
And self identity through aspirations.
Tears have gone to extinction.
And I have become perfect through imperfection!
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
that stallion munching the green
lazily across his field-
eyes as big as headlights-
dark with secrets-
of horses worlds-
friends with a Shetland Pony-
and all manner of birds-
unafraid through evolutions
taught lesson of friend or foe-
sedate long legs made for-
flight or fight he could-
take on any man.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Keith W Fletcher
July 28 2016
In spirit I'm the Dark Horse
Fading into shadows of doubts
Optimism rides upon my back
Yet it's not enough to turn me
From those obscure routes
Where I too often find my solace
In the echoes of my silent world
As I run from my own hoofbeats
That I have been chasing
None hears the distant thud
From far below those lofty heights
Where I so often find
Myself being hurled
In absence I'm an empty space
Where once a possibility had existed
Like those gentle summer winds
That moves along unnoticed
Until dust or debris swirls around Acknowledging the air
That in my passing through...
... has just been twisted
In memory I am a faded color
Where no reference of what was... .....allows comparison
So no photograph
Or artistic rendering
Can ever capture the true identity...
....Of a shadow lost in shadow
Once the fading out has begun
In legacy I left a trail
Well worn and beaten wide
As I never took
The straight and narrow
I've always preferred...
... to move from side to side
So please...do not illuminate
The beloved shadows zones
Along the trail
For these are the places to take more time
Feeling the presence of all the ghosts
Those reminders of my dead dreams
I've left along there
To haunt me
Reminders of those times I fail
But that cliff edge
Where I so often hurled myself
To crash below
In muted
And too often painful
Solitaire Evolutions
That step off spot
Where my tracks end
That is mine and mine alone
Just as is ...
That Hallowed Ground...
... where I land
And where I lay... until I stand
To dust myself off.. or weep
So should I choose to curse my soul
I want no one else around
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
*Fairytale Evolutions,
Terminating Digital Mutations,
Simulated Sensations,
Transcendent Revolutions,
Hybrid Generations,
Altering Stagnant Amplifications,
Shape Shifting Constellations,
Sterilizing Implications,
Eliciting Blissful Animations,
Decoding Kaleidoscopic Flirtations,
Fabricating Holographic Dimensions,
Reflecting Labyrinth Ramifications,
Transgressional Diversifications,
Empathetic Extortion,
Serene Distortion,
Subversive Contortion,
Forging Conceptual Inoculations
Violating Illusionary Variations,
Incarnating Prototype Deviations,
Radiating Subtle Speculations,
Catalyzing Crystallized Civilizations.
-01:09AM*
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
mind drifts within evolutions
pull; enclosing thoughts in
earth's many wonders, causing
brainstormed emotions into
ideative air pockets; casting
kaleidoscopic prisms to realms
of life's many gifts as we
intellectually ruminate cognitively
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
My heart is racing skyward
Racing against the moon and stars and my
Ribcage. Beating everything in its path
Catapulting upwards out of my chest
Pushing through the atmosphere and
Ascending to higher dimensions.
My heart is a comet
Shooting through space soaring
Past planets trapping itself in revolutions
Evolutions of life floating about
My heart moves through moves
Forward moves on.
Oh heart! Stay planted stay firm stay rooted inside me! Do not leap to great
Heights if you won't take the rest of me Higher too.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
hollowed out
a vast ravine
my vessel is vacant
with rooms for lease
empty
my soul is weary and tired
blackened
crumbling to ashes in its cage
a crater
poignant with despair
while beasts with crimson claws
eat their way inside
like the shadow-lands
my body carries carasses
of past evolutions,
and my previous sanguine mask
made of paper mache
falls
apart
as icy winds strike,
raking sharp fingernails across
my skin,
marking it read, black, and blue.
rooms for rent until july,
until life has ended,
until the black becomes a champ,
capturing the beating of my heart
and stilling my insides.
there were days of gold -
just yesterday, i swear -
but they are as coy as spring,
always replaced by the inevitable,
irrevocable plague
of the vicious winds and icy breath
of monsters
rising from hibernation,
taking their rightful place
and murdering the light
starting to reappear in my eyes.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time,
burying regressed evolutions and recycled tin can trauma
In lapse, I forgot about the sun and the moon
and chills on a pillow-y cloud,
the nested bunnies, cozy and dormant,
and discarded rotten tomatoes,
a bushel in a heap, as feed for desperate flies,
eating fruits of some other labour
On a chariot of rusted steel,
(that click clack chain)
I found a place and fell asleep under a shady willow
Awoke from ultra-violet sun sparkles
dancing through whispering leaves,
placing this right-hand in that right-hand that
smooths over tired brows and cups dozy dreamy eyes
Resting heavy heads on soft hearts,
gently rising and falling,
inhaling and exhaling breath that
O
F a
L
t S
like seeds of a cattail, dispersing and grounding
in perfect circle...
perpetual motion...
symbiosis...
the only truth that is
Present
Out from under the shaded canopy,
we race down to the beach and under the pier,
with splashy waves and guarding gulls
where we can laugh and dream in the
millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
an arcane sculpture of trees
evolutions of an umbrella completes
the verdant swaying arbor of leaves
straining limbs hold branches to please
arm to palms and leaf to feet
strive to possess a neighbor sweet
twisted sprigs move wicked feet
knotted legs reach outskirts weave
wander free as the forest grows
sowing slow the harvest beneath
sedate to foster sticks and stones
nurturing bluffs of tangled trunks
overgrown postures and bent back bones
reveal agonies dim gallows
mocking mortal remains
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
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How long do we stuff our thighs
With evolutions lies
I watch on as another tower
Hits the skies
And I'm singing
the blues
excuse
me
for what do I know
But that your taking the land
Stopping seeds to grow
so you go
And build a supermall
So we can continue
To stuff our faces like pigs
That's evolution
We need to create jobs for the economy
So therefore we need to eat **** use ****
and cause children in poor countries ****
because we are so enslaved
to this system endoctrined within us
Engrained in an empty train
Of ******* ****
We're a tribe of too many
Listening to some rat pack
Who has no clue
What to do
why not freedom and trust
Wipe away the rust
That lingers on this falling world .
Who am I to know?
Of course there's more to it,
It's really quite complex
I don't know what's next
But I think it's time we stop living **** lies
Supermalls on the rise
And stop the poverty
Hello food sovereignty
Breathe Heather
Breathe....
...aaaahhhh....
I love you all,
Let's do this <3
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
I will weave words
Into a tapestry of fire
To set the world alight
And I will hide a murderer in the ocean
Until the scorched earth is nothing but ash
And then I will bring my killer out
And put a knife in his hand
And I will call myself God.
My murderer will populate the earth
With deranged solitude
For I have saved only him
And he is the only one walking the world.
And in his madness he will call out to me
And ask me to bestow upon him another creature
As did the God of the former world.
And I will laugh at him
And give him a dagger
And watch as his crimson blood sinks into the unforgiving ash
And disappears without a trace.
I will watch as new life forms in his decaying putrid flesh
From the bacteria that remained in the air all along
And I will smile as it develops
As it has done before
Through evolutions and stages I’d learned so long ago
And this new life will gain a voice
And with its simple pure language
It will call me God.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Turritopsis dohrnii: A species of jellyfish that can revert back
To a sexually immature state when its injured or dying, making it biologically immortal.
A jellyfish,
Nothing but thickened water
Some genetic material
Polythene bags and paper glue,
Is granted immortality.
We, humans
The heirs of a billion evolutions,
A million grains of life,
Crumble like sand castles
Scatter like sawdust.
The universe taunts,
Laugh until your shadow swallows you
Your every breath was a thousand last breaths,
Puny mortal.
**
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
*Stuck Between Her Echoes & Voices,
Drowning In His Drug Induced Choices,
Illuminating The Beacons Of His Desolation,
By Augmenting His Cerebral Evolutions,
Reflexes Cracking Her Color Morale,
Initiating A Hearty Battle Royale,
Stuck Between His Sense & Sanity,
She Kept Searching For His Firmament Of Destiny,
Detainee Of His Manic Subversion,
She’s A Victim Of A One Sided Version,
She Feels Pseudo Experimental,
Victim To His Desecrated Addiction Accidental,
His Cataclysmic Urges,
Triggering Her Into Persistent Anxiety Surges,
Claustrophobic Under Hypnosis,
He Insurrected Catastrophic Psychosis,
She’s Dressed In His Intoxicated Restrains,
Wishing She Could Aid Him Refrain.
An Unrequited Dreamt Scarred Stain,
Unattainable Myth Under Heavy Rain,
Looking In His Chemical Eyes,
She Desires Consequences Without Lies,
Still Sealed Up In His Dreams,
Hopes To An Another Realm.*
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Im Lost, and there is no found
A hound with no more scent around
Am I living to live, or hear to make a sound?
Confused I am you see, but you don’t see.
We are; lost at sea, both you and me.
Why is this world round?
All these options; up/down, smile/frown
In evolutions I am lost
But there is no found.
My eyes read and read
These leads and leads, make my mind bleed.
My soul is trapped, dancing inside of me
Fighting to be free.
These tracks keep going, there’s no longer a lead
As far as I can see, as far as I can see.
I once had a God, he left me.
I once had a god, It was I that left
I didn’t want to believe
In great destiny,
I wanted misery.
How could this be?
Bound to,
nothing.
Getting around to,
nothing.
What I found?
Nothing,
yet.
Scared of the profound.
Terrified.
Safe House,
I’m a mouse
And
it’s
no
wonder
I’m
not
getting
the
cheese.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Seventh Grade.
I wrote about a kid..
A troubled kid with memories, memories he did dread.. Of which he seen he grandmother in her deathbed.. He didn't kno he could write, but he did because it was his only Defense in the fight..
Eighth Grade.
My English teacher tried to
“Harness” my talent,
in the raw.. Said in me she seen no flaws..
Never forget that competition I lost to Chris, but this teacher Pushed me into competitions
Of which I had no interest...
Freshman Year..
I got accused of plagiarism. They Didn't believe these were my writings..
After all,
What could I possibly know
About the world's tragedies, poverty, or how the stars were symbolic to my thoughts and tears...
after jus a mere 14 years I've spent living here?
I was told to “stick to something
a 14-year-old could write" because a young man my age knows nothing about how world hunger just isn't right...
Sophomore Year
I wrote about the young girl that had my heart... That is, until she completely ripped it apart..
So I began to change it, grew cold, wrote bout "these hoes" because love was sumthin I just didn't want no mo!
Junior year
I began to mature, so I wrote about life, love things of that nature... Listened in class & found new ways to write, new things like using hyperboles, or changing it up & adding Analogies..
Senior year
I had no fear, at least that's wat they seen. I was focused and my eye was keen..started to learn I didn't have to cry, so I wrote about stages In my life, I learned to say goodbye, bye to the things tht made me cry, held my head high & looked to the skies.. I didn't have to run, I learned I could be Fighter.. I learned by looking bak at the Evolutions of a young writer...
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
* In Society, we blend with motions.
This distance we travel, the face we see.
Some the same, Some Unusual,
Some unaware of anything, but the time, of day.
Careful observations became my critiquing.
Noticeable explanations,
For why someone was a certain way,
That certain way.
We sway and bump, In this
Co-existing crash course.
Soul's with the youngest simple minds.
Learning steps, voice & names.
Reality is the kodak.
The peacefully chaotic dimensions,
That we eat, sleep & dream in.
Our perceptions, are virtuality.
The act,
We laminate in the houses & schools we lived in.
Admissible contrasts,
Becomes the shell of ourselves.
The soul soup & brain food.
The evolutions.
Must we ask questions of our desires?
When it's pleasure is given,
Only to the hands of paitent endeavors.
Our Human form is transportation,
Flipping through these mirrors,
Realm to realm,
Mind to voice,
Voice to earth,
& that's when finally
Earth exists.*
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
Tough if I don't fit the profile
and even tougher if I don't smile on cue,
you
can take me,I'll leave it,because I
can't be arsed getting tangled up in that ****
I'm just a bit of the common man and
nothing more than I am,but
I am content,
have been for a while and so
don't need to fit into anyone's profile.
I make my decision about people which
is about people,
not by some algorithm based on a mathematical ideal,
my likes and dislikes are based on something
more real than the sum of the sum,
a rich man,a bum,each one adds again to
the sum of the sum.
At the end of the day when the light fades to grey and
the curtains are drawn,
someone is profiling those yet to be born.
What a shambles we are,
look how far we have come,but more
likely you'll look at the
sum of the sum.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC