"expounding" poems
The seconds become minutes become hours,
I wait,
The days stretch to weeks,
I hate,
To wait.
For a bus for a plane
Yet I am no nearer
To expounding my love for you
I wait.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
Law is the wisdom of the old,
The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
Law is the senses of the young.
Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
Expounding to an unpriestly people,
Law is the words in my priestly book,
Law is my pulpit and my steeple.
Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
Speaking clearly and most severely,
Law is as I've told you before,
Law is as you know I suppose,
Law is but let me explain it once more,
Law is The Law.
Yet law-abiding scholars write:
Law is neither wrong nor right,
Law is only crimes
Punished by places and by times,
Law is the clothes men wear
Anytime, anywhere,
Law is Good morning and Good night.
Others say, Law is our Fate;
Others say, Law is our State;
Others say, others say
Law is no more,
Law has gone away.
And always the loud angry crowd,
Very angry and very loud,
Law is We,
And always the soft idiot softly Me.
If we, dear, know we know no more
Than they about the Law,
If I no more than you
Know what we should and should not do
Except that all agree
Gladly or miserably
That the Law is
And that all know this
If therefore thinking it absurd
To identify Law with some other word,
Unlike so many men
I cannot say Law is again,
No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyway:
Like love I say.
Like love we don't know where or why,
Like love we can't compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.
4k
how can we know where lovers go
or when they take the notion
to stop the flow and try to slow
the rhythm of the ocean.
we cannot seek to reach this peak
or lift above that sea,
we are too weak to mug the meak
of their sincerity.
we are alone, together and free.
and here's some stream of thought (that just so happens to rhyme, kinda)...
loopy arousal.
lofty appraisals.
disabled and taken for granted.
in the eyes of the dead,
instead of the usual red,
we decided on green
to dress the scene.
the sound man listened.
the light man leered.
the chef was cooked.
i'm hooked.
heaved on to me like voyeurism
and sought like publishers.
distasteful? yes.
useful. yes.
knowledgeable? sometimes.
lurid trysts and poltergeists
expounding.
multiplication escapes me.
pen and paper **** me.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
The bandits and outlaws own this town,
The anarchists and killers roam free,
The innocent haven’t suffered,
They’re extinct,
Genuinely,
Intensely,
Migrated to a better place,
Now that the laws and rules don’t apply,
This world is free of substantial duty,
Discipline exists as a rule of criminal code,
The conduct of personal freedom is to live,
Numero uno lives to rebel and scratch out,
To know the enemy as himself,
Regretting nothing,
Punching himself in the chest
Treasuring the moment,
In all fickle splendor,
To not be thought about too hard,
Experienced in mishap,
Total bedlam the usual events,
Drunken buffoonery,
Lazy expectations,
Silly and trite,
Can’t tell the difference after a while in this town.
Maybe at one point there was a group,
A genuine collection of unique and careful persons,
With a great deal to offer and intelligence,
A new way to think,
An ****** for the masses created in a basement with some *****
The ceremony turned to reality,
Too intimidating to comprehend and soon it consumed,
Corruption and went ugly…quick,
Roots went sour and now spread,
Core and far and wide,
Grew up to make it all sunken,
Down the tubes,
Fueling the sun and expounding nothing,
Just mindless energy wandering,
No purpose,
Dealing with the devil everyday,
Coming up on top.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
*Orange Loom you leave again,
conflating royal blue and red,
calm and warm like an old friend,
but you were grey once.
Your yellow lilt is surely just a show;
an ephemeral, vestigial truth.
Is that you, brooding on the horizon,
pausing for your latest audience?
Your powerful symphony flirts
with your stagnant players;
a panoply of mountains
-expounding their own soliloquies-
and trees as straw-roofed bungalows.
The ocean floods your eloquence,
like an impending harbinger speech.
Your tame light evokes an urge,
something Great, magnificent and pure,
but you will return in time again.
Some will wait but all will learn;
your author's notes, or are they burned?*
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
I am sending a parcel on its wings,
Be careful when you open it.
It has full of beautiful things inside,
108 of waves, you are searching for.
The true colours you love, wrapped up in a blissful layer by layer, our doorway to knowledge path,
Expounding the absolute power,
As committed and receptive naturally.
The parcel I am sending you, to say how much I miss you.
Holding the heart- " the mystical heart",
Where you always remain, beautifully inside it.
I am sending a parcel on its wings,
Be careful when you open it.
The remaining just flower for you, the way the potters wheel is,
Opens up various levels of perception,
Everytimes puts out, when it silence, gets hurts.
I am trying to be flower for you to your potential, external and largely fortunately internal.
I am sending a parcel on its wings, be careful when you open it.
Better to maintain conducive atmosphere
Is called KAVACH, create a cocoon energy inside,
That simply transmit that you wish.
The parcel , it has , things inside, full of beautiness
That you had initiated into meditativeness,
generating receptivity , you transmitted into me,
In a short time,
as a doorway to knowledge.
I am sending a parcel on its wings,
Trying to praise your emotional integrity,
Whatever i send, be careful when you open it.
The beautiful things inside it, The thought
Quiet powerful transforms spiritual process.
Starting the aware of kundalini with the help of ganapati.
I am sending a parcel on its red wings.
Grounded bases of balance emotional issues.
For reduction of anxiety to energize your powerful spirituality.
With another parts of parcel on its orange wings.
Which help you to open up for the feeling of
Maintaining harmoneous relationship together.
Because of human beings being empowered with this.
To promote your beautifully things, self confedence and
To be continued effective manner in which you are travelling miles and miles,
See in this parcel.
I am sending a power with its yellow wings,
Be careful when you open it.
It has full of beautiful heart , the mystical heart..
On its green wings
Having full of love , kindness, experiencing compassion which you opened a balance of sympathetic love.
During our conversations.
I am sending a parcel on its blue wings .
When you open it carefully, you will find positivity,
Singing a song that you most love.
It has also contain a indigo one called 3rd eye
Helps you to visualize inside
And connected the way the path of spiritual heaven.
I am sending a parcel on its violet wings
The crown you will find,
When you open it carefully.
Enjoying with spiritual connections.
Creation of emotion, bonding meditative path.
Melt completely wisdom.
Leaving probably me alone
In the world a path spiritual
Where we will be reunions
Our soul again and again.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
I've got the world's best kept secret
locked in 2 AM screenshots--
her late night musings over a crusty joint, a crushed pill,
or some ***** cigarettes.
She sends me her thoughts,
fears,
anxieties,
insecurities--
at her most vulnerable,
absolutely the most beautiful.
Her anguish stressed in the digital scroll
(though she doesn't like Kerouac, I let her borrow my copy),
her stained fingers mashing all their hurt and nicotine
into the keyboard--
and her pen aches and her paper stains
with the unrequited love she empathizes with
in the somber pop punk songs that explode from the stereo
she sings loudly on cold and lonely night drives
(I shiver in her passenger seat).
And she made for me the greatest of mixtapes,
her holy scrawl expounding upon a dull grey donut-shaped
slowly fading form of intimacy,
a blank CD--
"This mix is a good time"
and when I jammed it into my car stereo I was illuminated.
She is so cool, she is so punk,
and in her clandestine drugstore car charger thefts,
broken poems,
impalpable aesthetic,
impeccable music taste,
illuminated or even further obfuscated drug trips--
I have the world's best kept secret,
and more than anything, I wish to share it with you--
so she can make someone another mixtape.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Expounding on the concept of energy in motion
Compounding to the group like skin does to lotion
Surrounding myself with strangers an commotion
Heart pounding at my nerves with tepid demotion
Abounding to the waves just like riding the ocean
Confounding my words and their goal of a notion
Astounding even myself with this crazy devotion
Resounding thoughts change to words in e-motion
People watching through the glass
Just Inches away, but worlds apart
Remind myself, this too shall pass
Want to quit before I can even start
My mind is muddled as I contrast and compare
I"m left utterly befuddled, as I accidentally stare
So many thoughts in my brain I'm dying to share
I"m alone, I can't believe we breathe the same air
From a rowdy loud crowded bar
To a franticly crazy coffee shop
Stuck on a cramped subway car
En route to a lounge on a rooftop
They will stick to all their clicks
Avoiding all direct eye contact
Like momma birds to their chicks
How dare I even think to distract
May as well be a wall of bricks
Cementing the non disclosure pact
I wanna break the wall down
Demolish all of the barriers
Black, white, yellow, or brown
We"re all red blood carriers
Waves of freedom reigning down with power
Comfortably numb standing under the tower
Free of thoughts on the rocks amidst the ocean
Have nots drift away down a hole with e-motion
Adeptly wading among the chaos and disorder
Decisions being weighed as I stand at the border
Cold and motion less frozen into absolute solitude
Old is all relative and my energy is finally renewed
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Overindulgence
can be habit forming.
A **** with diction
expounding
addiction will provide
rudimentary confliction.
Therein lies the problem
engraved on a needle
thrown in a haystack.
A **** or addict
can only shoot up
in a barrel that smells
of dead fish for so long
before stagnant water
leaves a residue and
film that peels off
quicker than a
week long scab.
To search for clean cotton
resembles digging through
a trash can for ingredients to
prepare a five course meal.
Flatware covered in water spots
are placed on a napkin that
doesn't dare dab chapped lips.
Fork to the left,
knife to the right,
and bent spoon shoved
in the back pants pocket.
If life is a box of chocolates,
overindulgence is the empty
box buried at the bottom of a
trash can. Struggle becomes a
wet glassine bag in an empty
wallet. And death is a pair of
silver bracelets. This is all about
over-extending, because if one
is enough, then two is too much.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Counterpart opposite
and depleted by measures of time.
Time no longer counted upon
And its hands that measures the distance
All
one, two, three
of
them
Watches closely with intuition
as
the
minutes
go
bye.
Resolute is absent and the balance of His nature
Is unstable.
Both have grown feeble, lacking interest.
Burdened down by the weight of unevenness
Absalom has risen above the absence of the absolute
leading to a labyrinth.
.
Mystified by the maze,
He
Sits,
counting backwards,
rotating on an unhinged alignment,
expounding the injury of His inventiveness.
In another dimension of Himself, all one, two, three of them
Helios is staggered as Cupid, The God of Dark Love’s
Bow
is broken.
Now
His
equilibrium
is
faltered by the parallels between its thoughts.
Wanting love’s incarceration corrupted no more
He teeters on a stool in attempt to reverse suicide
yet the ensuing ideology of procrastination’s pride
has detoured His dilemma
However in their misfortune,
Love,
hoping to be reincarnate into another lifetime, dissolves in its delusion.
Time, in its barrenness discreetly measures the depletion and void,
and
the hands
all one, two, three of Him sits opposite
Being His
Counter in
Part
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
I remember a certain cold
Cold like a scalpel
I remember your face
Illuminated by a Ferris wheel
The aquiline nose and glint in the eyes
Asymmetrical ivory in the mouth
We were bibliophiles
Expounding upon the potency of the written word
Enthralled by each other's soliloquies.
I remember
The moisture, texture, warmth of your lips
Comforting, numbing, exhilarating
The ****** effect of your flesh
Delirium in my bloodstream
The hushed tenor of your voice
Temperate breath tickling the whorls of my ear
Known to me only in a dream.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.
Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.
Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.
Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
A kiss is a sentence
it may run-on and on and...
stop, step off, take a breath.
A kiss is complex
if you're young or inexperienced;
but not to worry;
with time, it's enigmatic.
A kiss is compounded,
when confounded and complex:
and should you try expounding it;
your kiss may lead to ***
A kiss that is declarative
is indicative not imperative.
A kiss can be inverted;
that's diverted, not perverted.
(or vice versa)
A kiss is exclamatory,
As in, "Not now!" "I'm sorry!"
A kiss is.
A fragment of a kiss.
At osculum interrupta.
When is a kiss too questionable?
When it's probing, or incredible.
My advice.
Skip the semantics.
Don't parse stars and moon.
Just
Keep It Simple Stupid
Full stop
(or not...)
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Your poetry is daffy; your mind
Is gooey taffy. You rhyme
Like Seuss on ****** –
Your grammar makes disaster
of your ludicrous expounding.
Those rhymes are cheese,
And couplets, please.
You couldn’t find a foundling.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
The air is heavy,
As it occupies this space
Leaden molecules fill my lungs
Weighing me down
My chest aches from the pressure
Breathing, expounding the effort
I in-, ex- hale.
My weakness manifests,
In a state of pure duress.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
DEVIL’S DREAM!
1995
Ayad Gharbawi
The Cathedral’s sorrow
Whose eyes
Feel alone
Searching
For stillness
Amidst leaves
Scattering
Murmurs suggesting
That Death calls
You;
Your roads dance
Insane
Bewildering Nature
And her creatures
As Cruelty’s hands
Speak inside
And for yourself
Expounding
Words’ meaningless intents
Let sleep hover
Hover heavy now
‘Neath winds undeciding
I scream!
Hope is nailed!
Love is nailed!
Jan 3, 2010
Jan 3, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC
all the maudlin sighing crying
the hiding
from the impotent feeling
that you cannot test
your OWN GOVERNMENT!
with questions as to THEIR intent?
so free!!!
hee hee!
so sickeningly ..."free"
---
all the unnecessary dying
except for profit
why the "oily" killing?"
why are YOU.........FEAR expounding
and the doubt ........denying?
hee hee hee!
if ya call this freedom
WATS WIT YOU?
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 2:01 PM UTC
Commitments built by words
To be mentioned but never confirmed
Promises spoken
Only to be broken
Your mouth's
In a season of drought
Your lips did not send me rain
Tongue's so dry; it burst into flames
You are all talk
Words expounding; and knees locked
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
I went searching for answers to all of the questions
I held inside the deepest part of my soul
The answers I found were simultaneously bright and dark
Such bittersweet wisdom my heart does now hold
I am now filled with a vivacious feeling of freedom
I have never known in my life before
Enlightened by the light of reason that I now can see
Opening up locked gates and closed doors
In the past I have attempted to fill every empty space
That I saw looking back in the mirror at me
Now I have found those empty places not to be lacking
As I have found all I ever wanted and need
The answers I have found are both bitter and sweet
They glow with an expounding truth
As I have found how to be happy with who I am
And accepted that I will never be like you
May 31, 2010
May 31, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
*Dazzled by the morning sun clawing to the sky
Refracting to a million shards in opalescent eye,
Conscious of the brilliant way a soul reacts to light
Expounding in a genuflections inspirational flight.
Incredible the freshness of the dew on morning grass
Where green-ness saturates and then explodes like shattered glass,
Where the prism’s glow contracts within as image caste implodes
And the dawn comes up like thunder midst the blood red walls of Rhodes.
To feel the plight of Shakespeare, knowing words were not enough
Immersed amid the etching paint in Van Gogh’s manic tuft?
Meandering through vagaries of Einstein’s theorem’s pall
Is to rue at ****** humanity’s impending future fall.
Terror in the realisation mercy clearly can’t
When the blade cuts through the jugular to Allah Akbah’s chant,
Terror in the milliseconds sensed before the fall
Of the incandescent smart-bomb plummeting from high drone’s call.
What now the plight of splendour in the face of this demise,
Confronted by delusions failure now to realise?
In the dawning revelation brightly etched into the sky
Screaming urgent proclamation, re-evaluate or die!*
M.
Auckland N.Z.
Sunday August 7 2016
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
as love holds you you abound
as love leaves you you soar
I awoke in the solace of western winds
this great libido of womb in kind
into her nature of the ever flowing air
of pedals blooming the all nurtured
of loving living humans being
I a rose blooming her scents intoxicating
the fragrance of life expounding
the created love of life living
lifting the rituals of life being
up up into the great winds of the west
the all giving of love the builder of Eternity
my memories now bound by binding
to the forces of life creations
the simple elements finding reason
to join to produce a journey
the west winds blowing bringing
life forces enhancing coupling
to produce the living rapture this
beings created an alive moment
to join another to create the on-living
moment of eternity our being
survives in love love
let the fragrant west winds nurture
natures all arise life arise flower power
be one arise ride the winds of the west
flowing all over the lands of love
over in on of... the lands
in the unknowing of each other
arise into the light of day
the living life nurtured Star rays
greeting the birds one and all
hopping walking on the Earth land
beaks pecking living life nurtured
left to fly a marvel to ride the winds above
flying thru gravity such love
to hold the Earth to the above
in western winds time for life
a day of our love to survive
share in life living creatures hue beings
reach out for love each and everyday
share your being with others all creatures
not alone hiding frightened loved loved
sharing humanity riding the winds of the west
arise thru education the teaching love existence
powerful binder of sharing creation
much to do to stop war against Earth nature
first stop pollution never use the Earth
that destroys what the Star produces
lift life above let her sun rays nurture
educate the science of Earth lead the way
survive above war and greed follow the Sun
arise come the hands of Earth await you
to hold your needs together the Earth offering
a shared ***** the life we chose to be
our hands the making of life together
stop the usurpers of earth power
stop money profits over Stars ray
hold life to this *****
stop the killing of earth resources
do this each and everyday
love our greatest resource gjmars 6/8/15
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Is it just another perspective?
Or is it a much broader lie?
Is it what makes you fly into the sky?
Or is it that something that helps you through the night?
Is it just an expression of thoughts?
Is it just some feelings that you bought?
For someone, from someone?
Or is it everything that you sought?
Is it like writing your life script?
Or yet another piece of paper that you ripped?
Is it just some words you could gather?
Or is it out there forever,
Once you pieced those words together?
Is it just a combination of phrases and words?
Or is it expounding on a fairy tale that you heard?
Is it just a mysterious experience?
Or is it something more serious?
Is it an escape from this cruel world?
Or is it a declaration of truth with a banner unfurled?
Is it like God speaking through you?
Or is it always within you?
Maybe in different forms and styles,
Something that makes you stop and stay awhile?
Is it a catharsis of a tragedy?
Or something to help you keep steady?
Is it ever hostile?
Or does it always makes you smile?
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
One tree-trunk of a man
Barreling from rocky peak to stone-cut bed,
Expounding all the while one impetuous, permanent thought:
I RELISH life, As if it were a fabulous gem
Only now unearthed,
Encrusted in
Promethean mud,
And scintillating under
The proudest beam the sun has ever blown!
All rivers run liquid,
All sky is crystal,
Each tree a pulsating tower of verve!
I, too, am destined crepuscular
-To be born in this early dawn of creation-
-To live again as the sun makes its final plunge-
To walk with élan every moment
While I persist in this perpetually unlevel scale
'Tis the only way of treading
Worthy of this odyssey's audacity.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
the horn starts sounding,
my head starts pounding,
the whole world's surrounding,
off these walls i'm bounding,
the walls of the city i'm founding,
from this there's no rebounding,
they just wont stop hounding,
my problems they want me expounding,
everything's confounding,
me this is astounding,
their questions are resounding,
until I hear their echoes sounding,
And so,
I let them know,
And then they let me go.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 5:16 PM UTC