"fallowing" poems
Wise scarecrow with
Awareness both harrowing and
fallowing, wisdom and knowledge.
Straw in glove you stand in a field
straw man, scarer, protecter of the
unseen world, and fields.
Kuebiko (崩え彦 "disabled prince")
you have no legs to roam,stood out in the wet and cold.
You and I Mr scarecrow are alike, no working legs.
Afflicted bodily,our minds still know
Impaired we are a pair of straw myths
Because he stands all day outdoors, he knows everything
Because I sit all day indoors, I know time.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I slink through life with tired limbs,
Like a zombie that has no need to eat flesh,
just shuffle around with to much baggage to hold.
I seem lifeless but I can still feel,
I feel Anger, sadness,fear,betrayals, and pain,
And most the things I can't control I hide.
I feel so dead mearly a shell of what was; hallow.
I miss who I was strong, and confident,
Carefree;Skipping over the bad rejoiceing the good
My life was beautiful, as was my attitude.
My wonderful life was like a polished wood chair,
Strong and steady that chair stood along the others
Pain like sandpaper on my life taking the finish off,
After a little while I was left bare vulnerable.
I could call out for help, but what would that do?
It would make me susceptible to judgment,
So I curl up and cry like every night, soon
Passing out in a damp mess of mascara.
Day after day a routine I hate to fallowing,
But what choice do I have I don't want you to see.
I'll be alright alone I always am,
The nightmares I have no longer faze me,
The only things that pains me anymore are,
The memories that never fade.
So I let myself drift along the wave of expectations.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
I'm afraid to think
I am only moments from a time,
where the luster in your eyes and
the tilt on your smile
are confined to the degrading
depreciating nature of my mind.
I want to remember you in
all your brilliance,
in all your defiance
in your broken
ragged resilience
I have spent a life time
fallowing
lost notions
misconceptions at the notion that
morality doesn’t come in color,
you are the brightest quilt,
the most colorful humor,
you are a humid summer,
you lovely woman
my father’s mother.
I will hold you tenderly in
my wilting memories.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
**Each day passing by in a wild-eyed dash
In truth my soul fell aside, but bluer birds still doth call
Missed that cardinal harken when I set down my last two cents
Kickers of tricks, scroll-ers of myth, bottlers of ships
Knew it all along, just couldn’t stiff the rest
Refuse to capitol, refuge atop the pious politic that steeps these hills
Is it not hard to tell? The meanings of what buys in bulk
The people is we, of what sells slicker than plot itself
A minority rule, hid reasons from majority fooled
That is working trade class, taught to chain drive
The gleaming sheen glowing green, crowning jewel¬¬¬ is as mist and steam, fleeting as the wash of this worlds seething seas
We, the misanthrope of being, bloom in the warmth of idea
Only to recede at the water mark high of each our lives
Authenticity bless the distant time, costless venture to each about die, salute through another caesars’ dilated eye a definition
Eons in annunciation; immortality flashing by
Reverence cannot lie, not long at least neathe a chipping patina
Gold leafed by the hand of man, coerced creations’ fondling finger tips strips thin, leaving us then to watch the weathering
Not a one may ever remember for too quickly or too timely
Arrives dismemberment, a cyclic certainty, often relegated falsely
As loss or gain, truly misspoken frames for reference
At any given attempt to render the language of tongues, oh speaker the son of the morning shamelessly ****** by predecessors increasingly lavish
Phonemic savage; life running rabid, splicing love over the atom
The simple one whom tends a patch of what he calls “cabbage”
Knowing always the wordless truth that is his field fallowing
Unconvinced by everyone, save himself if nothing else
Penitent candor dangle, frameless wonder can you hear the thunder?**
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
I ventured deep in to the mysteries of mother forest alone,
when I was free from fears of every kind and sweet delusions,
ancient trees recognized me instantly, from some other life past,
and sung me songs when I sat exhausted,their fruits tasted sweet
made me realize how aftermath of every karma returns to one
at a time unexpected; fruits either sweet or bitter they bring.
Under the shades, of trees,hearing the lullabies they sung
I slept forgetting the wars won or lost in the past, immaterial
all that now seemed
Those trees in their love reminded my mother.
I didn't care when I lost the path,in fact, is there a path in the forest?
All paths lead to one destination, there isn't any other,nothing to worry.
Forest with her thousand hands embraced me and said:
"Every king one day, has to take his heavy crown from his head
put down and walk this path wearing dress made of leaves"
There weren't any footsteps fallowing me here, I didn't expect any.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
Hey you
That’s all that needs to be said as his hand explores my face
As he climbs into my bed
And whispers all my worries in comforting kiss
Kills my heartache in the simplest kinds of bliss
He lent me persistence in physical presence
And provided sanity soft as his lips
Dripping with sincerity echoing
In all the silence preceding and fallowing
His simple statement,
Hey you
Colliding with my emotional dissonance
His caring limitless intentions
Scandalous and seaming compellingly guiltless
Pulling me close and killing the lonely
So much, he shows me in utter darkness
And he says so much in such simple utterance.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
I have a bruise to mark each memory
faded experiences, my tie-died vessels heal
hurriedly as a huddled leaf chasing a stream.
I have a bruise to mark moving
hip-forward, greeting our kitchen counter
first thing after threshold.
I have a bruise from stubbornness
we wrestled like chimps, my head
finding first impressions with tacky tiles,
your floor. You won our primitive match.
A bruise to mark the midnight hike,
I fell into the chaparral.
One to many beers, and a spin-tingling
fear of fallowing you up the mountain.
I slapped you for leaving me behind.
I have a bruise to mark our night,
when anger awoke arousal
Your thumb, your teeth, the main
suspects to my man made splotch.
A shower stinging stain trickled itself away
A fleshy fading peace sign.
I have a bruise from your discovery.
In a constructed pile of soil
You laid me down too *****
Stripping me of theatrical ties, temporary faces.
I willingly wove the canvas, for you
brave adventurer uncovered bruises.
The maps you didn't mark,
blacks and Blues you didn't write.
Paints that I lose so frequently,
like a child in a department store
that I can't forget my human fear,
Being Found.
But though you paint me purple,
break my veins like glow sticks,
leave me in the dark, and wrestle me
like a man,
You heal Me,
like rain to the grasses.
To feel again.
You crumpled contracted walls
surrounding my ability in
obtaining adventure, and your
Happy Bruises.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
The laws of average ironically most follow this/
the old adage/
the mundane norm regular basic/ conform original most are not/they're just tracing out line to a knot/
complying to a form I'm not
well done be in rare form/
I need a piece of peace belief/transform scorn to scorching
with out endorsement
become unique/
the laws of average face it
most chase this/
in tune with the masses
fallowing the stringed carrot/
a bunch of jack assess/
when you have the capability to grab it/
become a savage
for your goals instead it's tragic/
you break every other law except the law of average/
why?
you wanna be cool?/
susceptible to the oooo's/
out here making a spectacle for whom?/
Confused skeptical to who/
we choose
to love but we hate
Consumed/
so we follow
innate
Is not what we do/
Relate? I didn't think so
Dammit I've had it/
Not for the faint of heart
This is a state of art
An escape artist
To escape the madness/
Everyone else is doing it
So I'm asking/
In this state of passion/
do you still want to
follow the laws of average?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
*Amazement taking
a human form
and performing for hours;
it wasn't anything less.
How the pianist does this
is beyond the grasp of mind,
owes her very much
for the deep cleansing
of our souls, but there isn't
a way to pay the pianist.
Don't know how much is enough
in material terms, whatever
will be not enough.
It's worth a few lifetimes
of deep healing, I guess,
This adventure crossing
boundaries of every kind
with ease humbles us,
eyes fill, streams of tears
just don't stop.
Fallowing her trail
we reached a clearing
in the tangled dark forest,
experienced a glimpse
of what is beyond:
immense ocean
of music
merging in
the dense sweet
dreamy silence*
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
*If I made quotes from the movies I've watched morals,
I'd have morals worth fallowing.
The sad thing is they're all from children's movies,
and I find children today won't fallow them.*
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Promise not to fade from my eyes
Promise not to fall to the hands of defeat
You're all I need
You're all I have
You're all I am
I stand here battered and broken
My feet tethered in this hell
My demons clawing at my skin
I'm grasping for your hand
Don't you say I've given in
I'm holding to this broken heart
As I watch you fading away
You're letting go
You're giving in
You no longer see me here
You're fading into darkness
All the while I'm chained to you
Our hearts are set in sync
Our bond written in blood
You're bringing about your death
And I'm fallowing all the while
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
My perception is damaged,
With a Rationalized mind,
Only becomes a muse for
the confused.
Watching Scattered thoughts
and blind actions.
Analyzing the holes I've created
in my young tarnished soul.
Only to find Locked up dirt covered demons,
And broken prosperous dreams
reside in me.
Down by the river remorse their
rests marked tombstones,
that badly read,
"Rest In peace,
******
You witty mother fker!"
Its been Personally Witnessed only in silent reflections that heart stopping decisions took me in this direction.
Realizing I'm only fallowing tail lights, that is traveling down the wrong rode. " mark of the beast"route 666
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
talk talk talk in circles
i'm
watching you look over bits of the past
and rewrite
as your trying to tell your story...
only
i'm not quiet fallowing the st st stuttered symbolism's the jagged
concepts you split in five different directions
your diction just as repetitious as the first word you read
In every new sentence.
you were never very good at reading aloud.
or even
reading to the end of a sentence,
you generally cut outside concepts in to different pieces
so as to insert your own forced bits of puzzle into
the frames of which
they were never intended.
every script written in my ugly hand or set to hard copy
mocked and sifted like
sand in your angry fist.
shifting like the earth beneath my feet,
when I lost my self or
perhaps looking back now
When I was lifted.
Perspective is a funny thing
It changes everything -
I hated about being weak and scared and faithless,
about not being what brave was
to the bravest
women that have graced my existence.
I was watching you in new frames
but through old lenses,
everything contingent on me
being the source of conflict-ion .
infliction
I existed for your
protection,
for your acceptance
directionless when every light I had ever known
went out in a karmic gust of wind.
I am braver now than I have ever seen you be.
I believe i'm braver now
then you have ever been.
for the only real weakness I have held in me
for the weakness in my chest I have no shame
you can blame me,if you wish, some times you must forget
I am Human.
I am Human.
that is my weakness
I am HUMANE
When I watch a cataclysm like our story end in so much pain..
Every rewrite rendering more blood.
I end it.
Hand trembling over foreign trigger as I lift it,
I will cry later
when i'm alone.
For everybody's sake.
Now..
I am done.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I am a collective of a most considerate refusal
yelled at 110 decibels like a masseuse gone wild
on top of you jumping try yen to loosen
post or pre menstrual cramping
manipulating selective preemptive
decepting what I mean and what I does
fallowing the child run or a boar's rut
into your gut
falsify credentials act tough when I get caught
bust a nut every 9 months
into the air usually,
**** can seams of truth dreamy means
****** . ha
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
my last love held his gun to his head
So sweet so kind
The gun was not
Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife
My friend liked to drink
He fell down the stairs
bled out
Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground
Off the side onto the rails
I watched him jump
His shoes popped off
my guardian angel
we all have one right
Mine walk with a black mist
She wears all black
Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely
I was told she watches over you
to protect and guild
My angel is death
She keeps me still and silent
She watches and reminds
She’s not far off
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
You make yourself up into something you'll never be ,
Take off the disguise or that's all you'll ever see,
Let me just be me Let society take me for what I am ,
This was a stand I took befor it was popular ..
Before everybody desired to be something their not ,
No one will take your spot in the line to the carbon factory
Their just as Eger as you are ,
They don't enjoy being different. ,
They must be the same Like clones trying to one up the other .
We waste our time fallowing the leader ,
So long that we've forgotten who the leader even was,
Give society a rain check and just be you
Dont lose track of who you really are.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Everyone will say I have lost my way,
They all just haven't seen I've begun to sway.
They all say I'm going the wrong way,
But just don't understand what I say.
I've gone,
I've seen,
This is the way I want to be,
This is the happiness I've searched for,
This way it's for me,
I will not stand on your shore,
But I will see that this is happy,
I'm happy and though you say it's a mistake,
I'm not fallowing your advice,
Done dissipointing,
Done being counted on,
I'm done trying to please
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
The mirror haunts my very soul
Fallowing my eyes as it goes
I look and stumble into hate
But what blindness can be compared to fate
Whoever has come to hate
The grotesque image that they seek
I for one am afraid to peak
Yes the mirror haunts my very soul
And none can offer any sweet console
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
So many new things
Mostly beautiful
Some not so much
Still everything has changed my life
But one thing stands out more than the rest
Something I have never had before
Like a new support
Making me feel stronger
Blowing like the wind
Cold and strong
Putting out the fire
Removing the pain that had once covered my heart
Breaking down the walls,
that once protected it
But wanting to open up
Reaching into the darkness
and taking the soothing hand
knowing that good lies on the other end
Wanting to give in and let it all be okay
But so scared that with a single slip up
it will all go away
Pulling back
Staying in between the layers of strength and comfort
and familiarity of darkness and hiding
The fire causing more pain on some days then on others
Some days I reach out and take the hand
not quit fallowing but excepting the fact
I have a choice
Other days I curl up in the darkness
Feeling the burn more inside
Melting my heart like a candle
But instead of it falling into the darkness and disappearing
Something catches it
Holding it
Molding it into something
Something new
Something better
Something stronger
Looking up
it;s not just an outstretched hand anymore
A person
reaching out
Pulling me to my feet
Pulling me out of the darkness
Pulling me into a hug
Into a new place
A happier place
A feeling I've never felt before
The love of a dad
So strong
So patient
So much more then I could ever ask for.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC