"fallowed" poems
Silent whispers through the air spinning up high
fallowed by lusters in the sky
reaching across throughout the tree's creating a beautiful seen
shining beyond what man knows
lightning such darkness
surly you must hear my prayer while I sit here in despair
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
Sings hymns to appease the wrath of the gods.
Plough the fallowed ground and acknowledge that feminine seductions are the source of interplanetary equilibrium.
Is that the best that you have got? Well, we know your wiles and will not succumb to your enticements, despite those expectations of the authorities.
A wet orifice certainly comes at a price, yet her warmth contains forbidden properties in the face of ritualistic defiance.
So, my heavenly being, I urge you to bow the knee in humble adoration to your anatomical deceptions.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
I thought when I watched you the clocked stop
I was only breathing too hard
your bony fingers are around my heart
if feels so good to feel them there
they are cold
but I will make them warm again
I wear my skeleton like a spider
or an ant
touch my back
my body is an electric fence
the ghosts of the sparrows that flew out of your mouth
only know where sunsets grow
we fallowed them to the trees
where they are skinny and bare
and their roots are as cracked as ours
I was holding your hand so gentle
I thought that I was going to lose you
I was whispering to your ears
telling them not to worry
you thought I spoke in madness
it was only my smile
that magically tricked you into loving me
my magic tricks are a musical garden I tried to grow you
but the sun never came
neither did the rain
one night you tried to not let me see you crying
but I knew you did
cause your heart stung me like a jellyfish
my hands
are still raw and numb from the sorrow
but I know that you had forgiven me
when the bleeding finally stopped
I still haven't shown you the scars
but I was only speaking in madness
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 1:49 AM UTC
One of his sick molars
was jarring, crying foul,
the root canal treatment
she did, the first, on him
made it quiet,it touched
exactly the love nerve.
Love sprouted,got rooted between
the curvy dentist and him
in exactly five sittings;
the soil was fertile.
The romantic dentist seized
his pining heart too quick,
the causes and effects of
that pain, she whispered, was similar
to what she felt , when he whimpered
leaning his head on her full *******
No reason he had, not to surmise
she didn't do everything she should,
to make his ailing tooth perfect.
Coochiecooing to her, he even
called her" the tooth fairy's baby girl"
overwhelmed she gifted him a smooch.
Each sitting fallowed
soliciting that rare,tender dental care,
on her cozy swiveling chair,
brought them closer to bouts of necking
and things more adventurous,
(may the medical ethics, pardon the pair!)
Vigorous narratives she breathlessly
reeled off, on the state of his each tooth
brought her more closer to the chair
than what professionally was expected,
her perfumed warm presence
brought aches, not necessarily dental.
A stinging pain on a root repaired
at a time his 'root canal sweet heart' was away
compels him to explore for a new chair.
The horror of horrors, it was revealed
here, a piece of broken iron implement
his sweet heart, has left within the root;
a cover up as she couldn't retrieve it
with her skills inept,
it did aggravate, caused the pain!
Isn't the betrayal of the kids,
in the name of tooth fairy,non existent
far less heinous, than a cheating like this!
could any one blame him for this,
to escape a bad tooth future, he did
the best one could; the comely tooth fairy
that found the fault and mended it
shows him his place in the
swivel chair of her heart these days!
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
*A lone tree, in all its glory stands
in the courtyard of my heart;
evergreen all these years,
proud of its songs heard as green waves
nourished by the sun in my sky.
Without that tree, I can't be
a comely girl once came
there for an ecstatic dance, then
sat below its shade with a smile
all through a day and night
then in the courtyard of my heart
she became a constant presence.
The wind's tunes sung paeans to her,
the verdant courtyard
was filled with sun and songs;
the tree's first spring it was.
A long season of flowering followed,
pink and white blossoms
with heavenly scent was abundant
all through the year on the tree's crown.
Like a moving cloud, honeybees
swarmed around singing songs of love,
joy of communion fallowed by the pain of parting,
the season of fragrant blooms soon came to an end
and with that she too left,
telling me that I'll be her true love always
whatever happens to us,
In that tree, the witness of our love
she tied an invisible ribbon that bound us too tough to get loose,
that embraced me whenever wind played with it,
I and she were mere shells
presence of love, alive in the precincts, of the tree
that makes me alive, now and for ever.*
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
That flesh’d vizard – does it decay,
So much alike the ******
My mortal stature – emaciated –
Forthwith; it’s programmed.
Do those lines – like trenches deep –
Carve moats for tears to flow.
And do they flow – like rivers march
My countenance; fallowed.
To rejuvenate – vials and vials,
Ointments in plethora.
I rub and rub, till the vizard cracks
Lo! Restore my aura.
Pseudoscience, falsehoods galore –
A vice of fiscality.
Like a cyst, does it tremor,
Melting my vanity.
Visage – deep – a pick inside my soul.
Those flakes of ego crumb.
A mien so ****** yet so loved…
Can they not see how numb
I am.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
When I traveled to Rainbow lane
In a far off dream,
I saw a daisy,
the daisy was kissed by the gentile sun,
growing a bit each day,
On sad days the daisy drooped,
and the cloud's tears drizzled upon the daisy,
but sunny days always fallowed those damp days,
the flower smiled once again
and every evening the flower slept
in a soft bed of hay,
awaiting the morning sun.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
We now embark on the poles of the sea, lost to find the shores.
Like mad men we're living on adverse held to the riches we adore.
But whats wrong with this picture, I can't see through the walls of ice.
Oh baby I'm a desperate victim, destroyed by my lustrous eyes.
This is a calling of love, Am I right?
You've heard me from the skies.
S.O.S. Save our sons.
Your presence gives me vigour to discover,
Our truer path upon the sea.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
These angels that I once held revered are now objects of controversy.
Am I wrong to lick my lips for you know this hungers killing me.
So against the good of her grace, gut rotted we strip her clean.
Lost to sea for this vultures seizure, blessed be this vanity.
And you know that they say if you living live for today,
The relentless pray, and the promises from which I paid.
I been destroyed once again by my lustrous eyes.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
For a moment I thought I'd get away clean.
But who can blame me sanity it ain't for me.
They scream; You judas, you destroyer,
You spineless heed we curse you life.
You are ******* dead to me.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
They all gather to the deadhouse
Like actors taking to a well trodden stage
Whether from London's' Kings Cross
Or the finery of NYC's Queens borough
Back to the fold all prodigal sons must return
To join with those that could never find a way
From this barren cold land and its insular bitter lies
All united now in a grief of one that has been lost
All divided by a rivalry, a rumor, some generational feud
The priest commences his weary and over versed tone
As he summons his God, his Jesus and his Litany of Saints
Incense burns as a symbol of the prayer of the faithful rising
Yet rising no further than their hypocrisy descends
And where do you look when even Jesus lets you down
As you turn to wipe that burning tear from your face
One not born from holy water nor from their devils grace
Doors are opened and a captive audience awaits
A procession of mourners to take their turn to the stage
Heads bowed all and one, as hands are extended
In weak and feeble grips amid their mumbled exchanges
"Sorry for your loss" and "taken too soon"
None hesitate too long as they navigate this fallowed room
An occasional recognised face among a community of strangers
A moment of warmth emanating from this ritualistic parade
All gone too soon unlike those memories of years past
Of wanting to get out and get free, promising never to go back
Yet to the last of this line they swear that they remember you well
Whilst retiring to The Old Stand with promise of more stories to tell
Where the whiskey chasers flow like the Guinness on draught
Helping to swallow the lies on how good it is to be back
Rehashing of old platitudes but nothing really said
For no one shall ever speak ill of the dead
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Since birth,
Learned from the world
Applied in life
Some parts wise
Enabling a chance to rise
Some had downs
Over time,
As that innocent child
Became really wild
Growing up becoming a menace
Some called him Dennis
Wasn't expected to pass
Managed to overcome
In steps through time
Started to get in line
not bind nor swallowed
comprehended & fallowed
Stood with what he believes
An activist for human rights
That struggled to cope
Was a visionary during life
Who had good hope
A will to strive
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
We now embark on the poles of the sea, lost to find the shores.
Like mad men we're living on adverse held to the riches we adore.
But whats wrong with this picture, I can't see through the walls of ice.
Oh baby I'm a desperate victim, destroyed by my lustrous eyes.
This is a calling of love, Am I right?
You've heard me from the skies.
S.O.S. Save our sons.
Your presence gives me vigour to discover,
Our truer path upon the sea.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
These angels that I once held revered are now objects of controversy.
Am I wrong to lick my lips for you know this hungers killing me.
So against the good of her grace, gut rotted we strip her clean.
Lost to sea for this vultures seizure, blessed be this vanity.
And you know that they say if you living live for today,
The relentless pray, and the promises from which I paid.
I been destroyed once again by my lustrous eyes.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
For a moment I thought I'd get away clean.
But who can blame me sanity it ain't for me.
They scream; You judas, you destroyer,
You spineless heed we curse you life.
You are ******* dead to me.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard
Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all
Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap
Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must
Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun
Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down
Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound
Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave
Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime
Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors
Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound
You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless
And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
The rain bird whistles in my ear
The boustrophedon melody fallowed loud and clear
Breach my windows and ruin my sleep
A ****** delight my eyes do weep
Cradle my head in wretched screams
Erase and memorize fallen dreams
Trapped in dusk my eye does wake
Migraines conjured will soon dissipate
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
His wisdom tooth started to rot,
he didn't listen to its complaints at first,
dismissed the implications,
without much thought,
wasn't it denial?
When removal was inevitable,
the matter came out in a facebook post,
as if it was yet another case for
immediate social action.
Getting a line written in today's wall
wasn't bad, he felt a secret elation.
Why debate good and bad, if there is a strong
chance to change perspectives after the posting?
The rotten tooth thus asserted itself!
It felt good for the first time,
to know others focus on even your wisdom tooth,
soon, the feeling was replaced with,
regret, for feeling good, Ouch!
it didn't stop there, either,
a feeling of confusion fallowed,
a sense of ebullient nonsense prevailed,
what else could it be called?
How to escape to the normal?
the thought came after a while,
and yes, tell me the wise,what is a normal state?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
I am already saddened at the severed tie of unanticipated disconnectedness.
Bonds of the soul are beyond the figment of our frail imaginations.
Black Sunday may give us what we call a “special deal”, but we have to pay greater homage to the powers that be – namely our ridiculous “White House”.
In the era of advancement and confusion of colour, I give thanks for your genuine being.
The forgotten will truly be remembered, and we will raise a final toast to the anaesthetic of contemporary propaganda.
Do you honestly think that you will be safe? Nobility does not reign in absolute finesse and the Fertility of the land is not without its benefits.
In my obscurity, I urge you to plough the fallowed ground in the spirit of the English countryside.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
196 lb
average male weight
ego not included
156 lb
average female weight
although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks
20 lb
unsaid words,
searing, left in your throat
10 lb
“It won’t happen again”
guns for vocal chords
40 lb
a dead car battery
25 lb
for every bullet he left inside her spirit
a scale says 167 pounds
body mass measured
heavy heart unaccounted
19.30 g
roughly the weight of a wedding ring
she’s seen three removed from three different fingers
1.5 g
enough for six rotations
enough to feel zero
1.5 oz
enough for a shot
take six to feel a hundred
10 million tons
the weight of a star
10 million tons
the thought of her
we are loaded
dense
filled
made-to-break
paper-made
carbon-bounded
heart-strung
fire-resistant
the weight we carry is not the
numbers on the scale
we are much more than the pounds we gain
the aches that we hold
the tears that did not fall
living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier
these light words were not meant for these paper limbs
gravity could care less
we are pressured
felt
squeezed
until broken
forevermore
built strong
lasts shortly
bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop
we are demolished
you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can
only to be held down by the world
we are defied
measured
counted
hated
loved
we are
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard
Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all
Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap
Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must
Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun
Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down
Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound
Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave
Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime
Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors
Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound
You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless
And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
Words of the underdog
Turns out to make a spark
Lights up the underground
Like candles laid in the dark
In a straight row for you to follow
Leads you out of the misty hallow
Its your own choice weather to swallow
As acid drops are laid around you
Can burn & control as it is shallow
Weather you learn to unlearn, relearn to learn
To go on and strive
A better place to drive
A place far more greater
Placed at the end of time
Where peace of mind comes
To whom learned & fallowed
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
Just waking up to see the persons face you love sleeping so soundly next to you. A candle lit dinner fallowed by a romantic movie and holding a girl close. Just simple moments made extravagant because a person you care about is there. Romance is possible anywhere if you're with the right person.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Winged ants’ fly past day.
At its height, wingless all fall;
Willing chicken feed!
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
Sitting in a building so full of people
I feel like I’m the only one
Broken keys and different graffiti
Unfamiliar faces
Same old stories
Ears ringing
Listening to the ones on stage
I wonder what if
I fallowed their footsteps
How different my life would be
If I did more than write lyrics
Perhaps I’d be on a flight to Boston
I had a dream and I didn’t chase it
Now I hear they might make it
But then I remember
All the reasons why I ran
To a stranger I knew so well
When I felt I had nobody and nothing else
At the ends of my days I had a place
A bar that was a breath of fresh air
As the glasses caught my tears
I returned year after year
Until it all just disappeared
I wonder where my life will go from here
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
you came slithering in my room
dressed in mysterious shapes
finding dark corners to play in
whispering magical thoughts of illusion
you shake the soft spot of my foundation
I fallowed you down by the lake
where you show me that the water is really green
you caught an odd colored fish
and ripped the meat from its bones
you showed me it was nothing but the skeleton of my dead grandma
lost upon my last fading memory
in the woods we found messages carved into trees
they have been blackened by the souls of dead lovers
hard to read
we try to decode their passion
what destruction lies behind beauty's door?
so mysterious that they were forgotten before ever written
we walked upon these empty roads for days
losing all signs of amity
you stopped where the hills ended and said:
*love is a perilous journey of all sun and no rain
when rainbows are destruction to sad faces
how can I ever find happiness?*
she kissed my lips then said:
my kisses are like land mines
tick, tick, tick, your heart stops.
my shaking bones fell to the floor
as I watched her vanish into the thick mist
I came upon a bare oak tree
still chard from its last message
I chipped away the ashes and carved
happiness is only the beginning
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 1:06 AM UTC
The heart pumps
beats, fast and slow
opens, to the wrong people
closes, to the people who open their hearts to you
The heart is flexible,
bends
shrinks
hardens
softens
however, breaks the easiest
it is fragile, flammable, soluble, and ferocious
a heart is loud
blinding, deafening, screeching noise
it reverberates to support
however falls with just one fallowed swoop
one sentence
one blink
one touch
a heartbeat is an echo
a prayer
a mother’s wish
a signal to every corner of your veins
a heart travels to all, but only reaches to a few
it engages with no remorse
no regret
if only we could stop listening to it
life would be easier to live
but to live without a heart, is to die with a heavy soul
your heart is a lighthouse
a pulsating light
flickering off in the distance
thrown against the fog
billowing in the unknown
its visible
seen
even when you think otherwise
it’s within grasp for anyone who wants it
it matters
it’s yours
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
people what to say time chained feelings
pouring out love dipped strawberries
idle hands are like the idle hearts
warming the night storm in the morning
breaking ice sheets like small talk and conversation
and yeah you sensed the hesitation
plan b fallowed by plan e or f
we can talk about the sky
if its really raining then we can stay in
as long as eyes don't start leaking
from the floorboard breaking
either way we will be drowning
letting scary monsters from the basement
see straight to the attic
cobweb covered dreams above us
long forgotten when we jumped pin picks
or pin holes
i forget what you call them
no you can't smoke my lucky
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
I did not ask you to forgive me
only sit with me in a field
sit with me and pray
watch the black grass turn green
morning sleeps on the other side of the river
you notice the soft feathers
of the swallows
you fallowed them alone
found fields more fit for prayer
my hands are bleeding
I shall leave you messages
on the white rocks
so you may find your way back to me
I hope one day you'll read them
and know
I still have not forgiven myself
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC