"fluxing" poems
Spectrous aberrations of youth
Surround him, embrace him
Leaving him disoriented, dismayed
Amidst sultry belongings
He’s tethered to that pole of vicissitude
Draped by disfavor
Postmarked Valhalla
Addressed to Folkvangr
Teased by irreverent lovers
In pursuit of contentment
His chronicles restart
In an unpublished testament
Bound by leather, cows unfettered
One lifeless body stationary
Crimson streams part chalk-dry lips
As love’s guillotined victim drips
His future’s fortune forsaken
Willingness to triumph in battle
Leaks from this dimension
With each fluxing discharge
Of her stream’s outgoing apathy
And his fluid permeates alluvium
In streambeds near life’s summit
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 11:12 PM UTC
in the blue steel sky
where new northern
mornings arrive
and the stark chill
of predawn elementals
reign across the cycles
of timeless millennia
Orion stands, emblazoned
returned from a summer
season of hunting
in far off hemispheres
greeting old comrades
tied to the fixed points
of fluxing terra firma
with mighty sword
unsheathed and risen
to stalk the spare game
of a dire season
in seasons past
i too was once a
great hunter
now i thumb
the dull blade
of my ill used sword
commencing a search
of deep pockets
for a stout heart,
diligent resolve and
a sharpening stone
Philip Glass Ensemble
Orion: India
Oakland
10/25/13
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
our physical bodies are trapped
inside an ever-fluxing cosmos
in this dear hairline crack of time
and yet still our existence is stressed
*operate quicker
get there sooner
figure life out faster*
that we never stop to think
how shameful we are to rush
in a delicate presence
that is a momentary blush
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
It's rather difficult to pay attention when there
are souls dancing around us in plain sight.
They tune in and out of my peripherals,
fluxing about the electromagnetic currents
like soft party glitter twirling and whirling,
spiraling in a myriad of geometric patterns
branding permanent holes into the sky.
Celestial dust, I shall call them.
Sometimes I fear closing my eyes
because I know that one day when I open them
they won't be there.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
Flames, flames, fire!
Hearts loaded with embers,
Begone flame, you hold no sway!
Pooled in blood,
The melting moon
Shines far above
Warming your frigid eyes
With shards of night and
Blaring beams of white
Crushing the natural mind
With ballads of war and pain,
Spitting moments of gore through
Abyssal pupils.
Prepare this intestine of youth,
Detach its origin and cast it unto
A forest with one tree.
Then char the strand of mind in which
Fear reigns, scar it with the memory
Of life
Let it kneel
to your flight
And Bring it fore your eyes,
Caging the slithering chimera with
Immense cliffs of ice
Let it look to your matter
Yet never engage your voice,
Fluxing into your cells with terrific
Color,
Breaking off the origin and planting
It’s lessons in between the soul and
Skin,
Offering access to any lost traveler
Drowning in a raging sea.
Embers in your heart,
Fire consuming without,
Fire empowers within
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
There is at all times
A soup boiling
In the plains of the Savannah.
As the wind presses its large and small hands
Into the course straw grass
To smooth the wrinkles-
But also to make more.
And falling slowly, fluxing,
Between the waves—creatures,
All of them strange,
Blending.
And from time to time, a sickening red,
But only for a while,
Until it is swirled once more into the soup,
Or steeping into the earth as tea.
There is sometimes a stacking of skies;
Amber
On top of pink,
On top of blue,
With pyrite flecks-
But not yet indigo.
And one form rises up out of them;
A baobab moving slowly,
Mushrooming monster,
Exploding exponentially outward.
And at its calloused feet
Are porcelain painted zebras
And soft clay elephants,
Who reshape themselves in the gray murk
Of the water hole-
Which is sometimes blue,
And sometimes sheeted mica shimmering.
Watching quietly, the prince.
Who is still,
(But not exempt!)
Unable to be, but becoming.
Exhausted and exhausting,
Around his furrowed face is a mane
Of technicolor flames.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
sitting patiently in a forest of heart and desire,
a rhythm swirls in my eyes
fluxing
with pop, we will rule the world
smiles will flood the streets
swimmingly
swollen cheeks and battered lips
kissing through calm days
c’était la vie et ce sera toujours
i’ll always kiss into the evening with a wide, wily grin
forever burning through hours of dull, stale surroundings
i will live forever in the motions in the night
i will live blissfully
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
A sheer myst
Of belligerents
Pessimists
Confessionalists
And jobless degenerates
Perpetually in progress
Just kicking it
On the Internet
It's a little bit sick
I just cant shake it
This taste of *****
As I look upon it
Then it dawned on me
I'm also looking at me
In the reflection
Projecting what I see
Deducting
The white noise of irrelevance
And filtering out the elements
Fluxing
With eloquence
And moving into and on with it
The back lit intelligence
Telling me how to live
The plugs are deep
And I take more than I can give
And together we feed
On gigs of distractions
Impacting
The worlds tragedies
Unraveling
At our fractured seams
The web unto me
Unbeknownst to actual casualties
I seem to fiend for the wars
The deplorable horrors
Exploring the contours
Of the obscure
But not to be as it seems
Maybe just to blur the mundane away
Merely may have it be
The fewer the flames
The better the dream
Profane blasphemy
With ******* means
In ***** slavers
Raving in the papers
Of danker things
Printed on the label
In the stables of kings
Pacing the ring singing
From the knees happily
So please
Just disconnect me
Infect me with reality
Push my proprietary
Philosophies installed in me
Over the edge
Make the pledge to disconnect
But I won't
Form the wedge of discontent
But I don't
In this very post
I cast my vote
And hope
For what?
I don't know
Just always stronger than before
And longer in the troll
As the binary flows
Through what I think I know
Even though knowingly opposed
To its rope of coping
Moping from a beam
Seemingly unreal
Spangling from the
Tink ...
Straining to think
And heaving
To breathe
Smiling in defeat
I'll keep clicking
From the sheets
From when I wake
To when I sleep
It's a discatastrophy
Condensing
Collecting
Calculating
And presenting
An electronic me
Unto me
Without grief
And seeping
Through the screen
I'd scream
But not one would hear me
Help me?
Help yourself ..
The interconnected me
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
After the final collapse of the old, transitory soul
& the resurrection of the void-wind nature's mouth
long after virtues are lost in a swirl of constant fluxing destruction which stabs the longing eyes
Tracing the lines of the invisible, unmistakable force of relation to that which is interpreted through the senses
& which creeps out of unrecalled dreams - the reinforced born-into mistake, set in stone language to seem holy
symbols to feel normal
- yet never seeking solace in instinct
or beaten down for sensing the eternal question
a pluck of the heartstrings to instigate confusion
to investigate breath, to regulate the settling of mercury within the vibrating dome of one single bleeding dollar
- stamped over the heel of Achilles
With good conscience beating the air - to celebrate the holy day that came from somewhere concocted over midnight's back
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
indecently the night tasted like staccato light
and trebled, bassing the fluxing notes steeping
off the amber pools i crushed deliciously
under foot mounted bracket
a mountain
of love
she shoved unseriously in my face
and my winter blossomed spring tides new heat
it bubbled between every nothing spurting
terribly roughed dancing
and calves pumping bounce
we all moved like stones
jittering motionless suddenly erupting swoon
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
Can you see Hyperborea's sun, shadowless
valleys where you cut word with tooth?
An unfettered wound stutters, blowing null what
timeless utterance it will.
Where does tomorrow sleep, your prospect in
stomach, cramped with fluxing zeros and ones?
As soon as you spoke your abstraction was pardoned.
Your home's abutted geography made its revolving
bally.
Dizzy you, concentric circles closing in, advising their
babe press forth.
Mythopoetically proud as hell of your circuit, a
metaphysical luminary midwifed in an etheric
manger.
Shadows mark their growth about our encampment--
G*d's peripheral nomads etching story.
Shelter bids welcome, unwelcome everywhere...its
doors blow about as the literature of distances.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
My lips wither, to slugs with salt upon their backs
Hands into the sadness of dark oceans of bile melt
I'm the ice heart
Of the gates
What I did does nothing.
When you walked from my life to mechanisms I crumbled
I creeped and creaked into you again
Through your ears and out your tongue twisted
You vined me down your veins then kidneys then bladder and I infect you
Through your pelvis I came again.
You leaned lurched your back flexed your stomach stretched your abs
I flew back fluxing to your stale heart of an excuse
Me crying in the floor holding my dignity in my **** spitting.
Collapsing my chest for a grasp full of your breast
Fling yourself upon ever stake you see vampire girl
Succubus woman
Killer of dreams
Now sitting with your head in a toilet.
It was better in my toilet.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Straggler whose self-edifying whip
signs the energy of strandedness...
padlocked to the cold ******* of earth,
whose blood flecks gold in a rain of
rays...ready to consume wholes in
that broadening light of upturned eyes.
Its scales, scaling scales that seem to
equalize as open arms...legless, armless--
that belly's bloated deformity.
Fluxing fat off the land, swiveling exclamation
point tapping its head to outer reaches.
Honorary guest ex nihilo,
whose hiss is silence in reverse.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Look at you!
I'm angry all the time
Constantly trying to smile
Hiding all the pain that's inside
Twisting and pulling me
Tug of war between
The days where I sob and the days that I scream
Look at you!
Started when you left
When I picked apart
Every little thing that I felt was wrong
When all was right
Look at you!
Asked you if you loved me
You said yes
Things were lovely
Musical
Flowing
You were an angel
Smiled every time I made a joke
Loved me when I needed most
Guided me in all my problems
Lead me out just in time
You led me to a cave of gold
And let me take all the gold I wanted
But I thought I could have more
Thought I deserved more
Look at you!
Asking you
Begging you
Telling you
Ordering you
To tell me that you love me
Tell you that if you don't respond to me once
I'll lose it
Read it wrong
Pick it apart
And end it
Just to show you I'm in control
Look at you!
Convinced myself that you depend on me
Only desire me
Only want me
Only need me
I control you
I own you
Look at you!
You listen to what I say
Without me you are nothing
Don't turn your back on me
I do everything for you
And if you leave all that goes away
To be with me has a price
And if you don't like it you can leave
But you'll be nothing
You'll go and cry and be miserable
All the time
Because without me
Your life has no meaning
You can't do a single thing without me
Look at you!
Now I'm all alone
She's not around anymore
Standing at a mirror pacing around
Emotions fluxing thinking what I've done
I had you once
And now you're gone
Now I'm the one who is alone
I'm the one who doesn't know
What to do next
I still have all the gold
But I don't know what to do with it
Wondering if my life has meaning
Maybe but now I actually have to think about it
Now I'm the one who is crying
The one who feels confused
Because I thought I should have more
Now look at me now
Look at me now
Look at you!
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
We can never oppose to majority
for they always win
They will **** you in
Make you wear their uniforms
Slit your throats and feed you with thorns
Fluxing in like piercing pins
and you just have to swallow them all
Then they'll cut your ears
and rip your tongues
Sew your lips
and make you sleep with their hums
-We Are Not Blind (Society), Margaret Austin Go
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Like water the ripple of your life has stilled
Where I become the untouched pool purified by the fluxing of my own intention
Warmed by the shifting spirits of ideals
Like great bodies within the deep the golden shimmer of epiphany engender deeper cultivation
Reflecting the world back out like a great mirror
Pushing away the digestion of filth from the center
That lack luster film of society dripping red from open hands
I expel the marginalized oppression
You tried to change me
Not aware I was doing so all along.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
In the black, humid tunnels of clouded vision
where pipers are paid to hush calamity
and the souls of skeletons adhere to forbidden
pushing whispers of thought's public opinion.
The alluring alley of cowardly escapades
alters narrow minds and their sinuous route
like bipolar magnets fluxing compass charades,
coordinates spin during times of solitude.
To dampen the thunder in mental basements
brewing like home-kit craft beers,
the lightning strikes and fear laments
after an ****** of resentment.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
it comes from smaller places
no larger places
alien places
the interactions of plates
the fluxing potentials of shapes
different values are applied
different apples then we die
one big apple in the sky.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
i met you were small your lips and your body was so it
was so and it
was like i loved it to be
to be so and
i loved it
i you
the body me
it(baby)
feels more
when you(re)
your how mouth
i
wanted it
i want it
i stumble freshly it by
i madly wilt to kiss
its fluxing wondrous shoulder
your implike wafting
the keen dribble your
the heap of
parted sleeping
amongst
when i wander
(a dream becomes me)and baby please don't go
i love you the
iloveyoutheway
you the youthness
the inside tight the
hips your
and a sliver
i want to dash against
my teeth
i want (you)
i want you
please and don't
go baby
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
it's nice to find
satisfaction
in hoping
it's nice to feel
my mind
opening
it's nice to see
a path
constructing
it's nice to know
everything
is fluxing
it's nice to be
me
and nobody else
it's nice to
finally
love myself
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sitting alone
To my own thoughts
One topic
Becomes thousands
Fluxing about
At the speed of sound
Memories flashing
An aching in my chest
A gripped, compressed heart
A light
Dwindling
Scarcely able to survive
Running out of oxygen
Flickering in and out
I walked on a tightrope
Then
I saw another
A creature of beauty and grace
Running across their own
Then tripping
Swinging to fall,
But their feet remaining on the rope
Awestruck, I attempted to speak
Finding myself unable to utter a word
A bird unable to use its beak
Then
Discovering a voice existed
I used it
Reached out
Made a friend
In time
A partner
Soon, I realized I was able to run across
Just as they had
Able to soar
Fall for a moment
But come back
Somehow still upon my weary feet
But given new strength and determination
A motivation
Thanks to my love
Heart beating at the speed of a jackrabbit
Cheeks the pigment of roses
Soul tied to the other end of a red thread
Feeling something so familiar
Possibly meant to be
His hair is
November tree bark
The tree I sit under
My mask thrown asunder
My true colors show brighter
As he takes me in his arms
Branches of a strong oak
Leaves softer than a kittens fur
Voice like that of a divine
Spilling symphonies into my ear
Still I sit here
With all I hold dear
Awaiting for time to pass
And for him to be near
There
Before my eyes
My memories dance
Take me into a trance
A vision of rapture
O what ecstasy
Moments of roses
Moonbeams pirouetting
Orchestra playing
Just for two
Under the full moon
Stars glistening in their wonder
A butterfly fluttering in my heart
The zoo escaped in my stomach
Flowers upon my face
Over them is lace
As I am in your sweet embrace
- Jay M
October 31st, 2019
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
*There is a place I call Soldier Way
Sacked at the hem of one ruddy bay
The open casket of a living ash town
Along the non cerulean periphery
Waves in battalions besieged in the shores' retreat
Flitting ceremoniously to a soup of heat
The white sea calls in a scepter
Of fleeting air lilies in salt-simmered clouds
Subsumed in daydreams of wet palm castaways
Fiery, elusive pearls praised at my feet
Then went on to their deaths, fluxing flummoxed
As flushed touch-me-nots upon human graze
There, twenty eight steps apart—children cheered
Flamboyant flowers in a backdrop of a resigned hue
I smiled against the vigilance of momentary isolation
In great imaginations, the sea does speak
To the boulders by the homely sand
My spring back on their furnaces*
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
We are all one
recycled energy
fluxing in and
out
of existence.
We are but waves,
pulling each other
under, and bursting
into the light with
burning lungs,
flowing through the motions
of
daily life.
Sink or swim?
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
the same
One
sees another
image.
how it is worlds
widen.
how it is worlds
narrow.
how it is worlds
exist.
energetic
transformation
from image to
image.
perception.
fluxing viewpoints.
fractal temples.
a statue's never
the same.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
~~~~~~~~ FLUXING between frightening
& so beautiful ~~~~ flowers of
many shapes and colors
WALKIN the desert
alone ~~~~ last
evening
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 7:03 AM UTC