"flexion" poems
When a leaf falls down,
Making no sound,
It sails away........
And Just like the wind,
With nowhere to go,
It changes directions
At mercy of its strong flexion
And like a rebel,
It reckons a win.
Freedom is brief
And so unseen
But it's worth the wait
Once you redeem
Yet the feelling isn't forever,
Cause a scar is in the scene
Just like the leaf, treasure your dreams
Long, dull or bitter,
They give you a gleam
Nature is teacher
To all living beings
Please let me be with you
For as long as I dream.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation
on my shoulder blade, away from any destination
so underpaid, my paychecks archaic
not even a quarter to go to arcades with
it’s outrageous!
misery must be contagious
haven’t seen happy faces in ages
It may just be time to vacate
break out like rosacea to the golden gate
every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state
like Colorado
i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado
like a desperado full of bravado
with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though
singing in staccato **** an intervention’
time to get uncertain,
speed full throttle towards the intersection
laughing and swerving
through the red light cursing
and yelling interjections
with a bottle of bourbon
horns blaring, it’s deafening
my middle finger ascending
just struck a deaf person
no ***** giving
i’m out of my mind, livid
get hired and fired in 5 minutes
from any job i was given
i’m tired of living
no one even knew i existed
until i started whizzing through traffic
causing collisions,
now i’m forcing decisions
on residents w/ moral convictions
who’d rather see me oral constricted
then remain mortal in prison
got these ******* endorsing petitions
to have me executed by poison injection
shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned
and did i mention-
My backseat looks like a knife convention
there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension
Sketching art on the desk while serving detention
some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection
i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection
and see my reflection in the water
as i’m descending slow motion like deception
my body is in all different positions of flexion
this is met with favorable reception
hear the crowd’s exhilaration
i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection
just waiting to hear the splash
and waves crash then….
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Contemplation
A whole new nation
Inner-flexion
Introspection
Ponder think
Every blank
Most people are
reluctant
to change
Quite contrary
While others
Live arbitrary
Set in their way
Sedentary all day
I am labile
The one constant
thing in life
Is change
Ready or not
Life rearranged
Change can be
A beautiful thing
Caterpillar on the
Ground
chrysalis
All around
Butterfly
In the sky
Change is
beyond
Our control
All we
can do
Is go
With the
Flow
Inspired songs;
1)A change is gonna come1963
by Sam Cooke
2) Rolling with the changes 1978
By REO Speedwagon
3) blowing in the wind by Bob Dylan 1963
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC
It's your paradigmatic flexion
no one shall stop you
Nerves against the knife you dare.
Very well I may, but just this once
for I believe it's vile
Pucker the shattered pieces.
After all what's at stake
your existence was my mere bait
Cowardice defeats the brave.
You may not die my ilk
three, two, one, it begins
Body vs the soul.
You are bequeathed to wander
and I will stay unfathomable
Irony served on a lustful plate.
A knife, poison, a gun
but you are doomed to be awake
My privation will tardily **** you.
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
your heart does not need to be torn; it just grows how it knows.
it's contracting
it's branching
it's intercalating
because it likes to hustle!
it's a very special muscle,
it's a mitochondrial tissue
with a workaholic issue.
Hey, don't let anyone hurt you
the way your first loves did.
strength does not come from malleability
it's noncompliance
it's resistance
it's defiance
you deserve better
You will obey,
but never learn.
You could do better
Hey, don't give anyone power
the way your governments did.
worth does not evolve from filth
it's reconstructed
it's degraded
it's consumed
like the vapor pressure pulling water into clouds,
your heart can absorb all it wants.
like the turgor pressure pulling life through a plant,
you'll be full enough to avoid wilting and desiccation.
Don't confuse sharp stabs of self loathing
With the heart's aching throb of emptiness.
Only one is flexion for glory, bending in hunger
The other is not love. It will snap you in half.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
I remember the blurred vision,
And
Nose quivers.
The feeling of sadness free falling from my eyes.
I watched it take shape,
In the crevices of my palms.
Palmar Flexion.
My face was the night sky,
&
My eyes were the moon.
They controlled the tides,
And crashed the waves.
That night,
Actually,
Those 2 weeks,
I was stuck in the twilight.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
Fiend. Thou art a fiend.
A hunger.
Devouring everything.
A flexion of might against right.
A curse upon men.
Thou art the bitter taste that follows a sweet sip.
Thou art the cold hurt of love, and
Many would know you as
The wound of guilt
For many have fellated your dagger
And been ****** by your bullet
To stumble and fall from life
Into a death of shame and remorse
A thousand black horses trampling the mind
A black dog that tears away our legs
This fiend that pours lava into our eyes
Till we rust as ships beached
Upon the shores of unjust suffering
Thou art a demon, a prince of woe
Tool of the righteous
Stave of the shamed
Bid me not hello
And we will share nothing more
To be alone is bliss
To be lonely
Is to be alone with you
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
Life truth lies in subtle realms
As the smallest streams story
Is never straight
Flames and streams bend with ease
The cleansing part is both reflect
Our soul's intent
It is the curve that holds beauty
It is the bump we desire
And all are capable sirens
After acquiring the flexion
Of the old celestial song
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
My best friend says that I’m “high maintenance,”
but I maintain that I have above average standards and
a slight tendency to whine.
All jokes aside, he
claims that there’s not
enough time in the world for
me to find a guy to keep by my side
long enough to get a ring.
But my fingers are just skin covered bone,
and they weren’t born to be adorned in
gems, in ores; Because Baby,
I am an ore.
“But maybe you should tone it down,”
he says.
Tone it down? See I don’t like the sound
of that suggestion, or the inflection in his voice
as if the choice to love and be loved
doesn’t belong to me.
Because it’s mine
and I keep it inside, cradled up in a box
guarded by eye rolls and locks;
For better or worse, if you
find the key I’ve been told that loving me
feels like drinking from a glacier while hot coals
blister your feet.
He whispers,
“I think you need to be realistic.”
But where does realism separate itself
from pessimism because right here
they feel one in the same,
and I find it strange that someone who
claims to care about me and my well-being
would plant this seed of despair. It’s unfair because
I’m not insisting on perfection, just someone
who believes in me, flexion,
and can value longevity and a wildfire-life
dotted with strife and mended
with 3am kisses.
I persist, why is it so much to ask
to find someone who can love me and all of my quarks?
Someone who knows me and how
I only bite into a PB&J sandwich jelly side down
because it tastes ****** up when
you flip it around. And how I love
the sound of marbles rolling on
glass table tops; Or that cyclops
eye that appears as the space between you and your
lover’s nose dis-appears.
All I want is someone to dance with,
every day.
I want to sway in the sun
with bare feet and ***** toes gliding
over the soil on my ****** front lawn. I want Bluegrass and
shot glass afternoons, with coffee breath mornings.
“You okay?” He’ll say, before I’ll wink and smile,
all the while screaming into the
unoccupied corners of my mind.
All jokes aside,
I thought this was feasible, real,
and reachable.
But my best friend says that I’m “high maintenance.”
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson ******* sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly
tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained...
words, which this Engelbert
Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this Dadaist)
offers "FAKE" apology for any
self inflicted, or sadomasochistic
flagellated cranial contusions
out of utter futility to make sense
regarding following gobbledygook!
GOOD LUCK!
Mine groovy palmar flexion creases
forever moistened by porous size
**** leaking levees provoking deluge
outranking Biblical flood - handy history
(in miniature) replete with Ark keel
logical artifacts discovered by hall n
oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and
5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle,
when callous ten hooks (calisthenics,
eh) caught without Noah shadow of a
doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott,
(amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied
testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh,
nee the entire spoilers alerts since
dawn of civilization writ small impossible
mission to decipher indelibly etched,
(what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics),
methinks his perspiration contains
preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde
like substance) generated nsync to maintain
eternal youthfulness, which stumps
medical community, and earned him
hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought
after human commodity), a blessing
and curse palms plagued with chronic
wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams
of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty
teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens
back when life held faint promise for
scattered (contra) bands of bipedal
hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting
(Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled
windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid
heir'm barreling along barren steppes
all around the one straggly mulberry bush,
where one pensive monkey (protohuman)
chased the weasel all around the world wide web.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC