"fortifying" poems
Alive, her Tanned Smile mirrors in your Phone
And you smile back. Such Grin spices your Face,
Browning each side completely whenst alone
Fortifying your Moment in good grace
Haply in penance your Innocence bears
Of Blue-and-White Anthems she held the Gold
Which many Fans sigh deeply in Despair
Knowing, in arrest, her Story is told
It's now up to you. Let your Plum-Charm shine
Yet suave must be your poise during your Date
Me? I am the Earth-Hanuman; In thine
Set this Stone Pillar to secure your Fate.
I told you, Athlete: Only you decide
Which Ticket you had your cause to remind.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Goodbye enemies
talking and stalking
I never knew you
while you spoke
rearranging truth
snide comments
rude ideas
toxic seeds
in infertile soil
planted deep
without water
dried
without roots
Goodbye enemies
branches without leaves
leaves without life
rotting designs
molding fruits
twisting reality
wildest roots
lifting up houses
poisoning
mine
Goodbye enemies
smirk and stare
I don't care
I never knew you
and you never knew me
trauma bonding
at my expense
a primitive mindset
but no drums
or pretty colors
or life-fortifying culture
dried and dead
Goodbye enemies
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
I'd shatter the mirror,
If I knew it would release your gaze.
The lock keeps your brain racing relentless
As your eyes hold the whip
And mascara, like an addict
Fortifying the belief that the real you
Isn't beautiful enough
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
I do believe
Tonight, more than all others
The distance pierces my soul
A deeper depth
For each mile apart
A thousand punctures through
Still, after the red gums black
What is left
To course through my emptied veins
Is nought but you
The very life within me
The very beat of my heart
Your sweet breath
My only air
'Tis love that bridges the distance
But pain flows in rapids beneath
With you souls soar with angels
Anticipation of your return
Leads each day
As my smile is painted
With the memory of your own
Traversing the bridge
A tricky feat on stormy nights
The rain sparkles like diamonds
The moonlight never more beautiful
As in their reflection
Feeding the river
Yet, somehow, fortifying the bridge
Love is rooted deeply
Bound in eternal light
To a world tinged in darkness
A beacon within
Home is always in sight
If just out of reach
With eyes closed in slumber
United in bliss
Wrapped in the last time
Living for the next time
As much as it can be called living
Being stabbed by each
Of a thousand miles
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Glittery, jittery raindrops.
An old, long lost friend turned cold.
Beckoning to move faster, and rush
Until out of the wet, and onto the damp cotton jump-seat
Faked bliss, but still happiness edges nearer
And nearer.
Little green bells of our lady of artistic inspiration
Observation and fresh vegetable
Graveyard maintenance.
The mundane.
Frog-legs dance on their tip toes.
Buttery biscuits and the sound of gagging from the stall--
Instantly gratified.
Small child-stares, and alone in a fantastic universe.
Melodies cease, imagination deflates
The mundane.
Sticky leaves stuck on black and white cats.
Voracious, they ravage the tall grass.
Passive-aggressive sunshine sprinkles now, and burns later.
Fortifying iced drinks, and pinkish, blueish, purplish
Does the sun go down?
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Fear fabricates factious fragments,
futile for fulfilling faded fantasy's forlorn figures.
Few find faith from forecful feelings..
farewell forces fugitive faces-
forging faulty formality,
finesse fights failure for fame,
fortifying forgotten promises.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
You tell me you love me
I say I love you more
We know the truth
Your love runs deep
fearfully and forcefully
You give me your all
Your love and trust and power
You hold a blanket of protection
Wherever I go
A blessing of security
Protected under your spell
You love me more
But I love you more each day
I am drawn to you
Frozen in your gaze
Of what perfection really is
You piece me back together
Like a scattered puzzle
each piece slowly finds its place
A brilliant picture of who I am
What we’ve become
And the fortifying future we hold
One day
I will love you more
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 1:52 AM UTC
Each past fortifying moment
tends
to be concluded
by a bitter fall.
Once I awoke
from my
empty dreams.
Standing there,
you were in the distance
with your will
to pervade
all areas of my life.
as I dwelled,
you descended yourself
close
to my reach
as I clasped at
only the amount
of which I could
apprehend.
I was fully aware of
your strong inclinations.
Believe I wanted
nothing more than to
emulate every touch
your heart felt.
But mine was so
incapable of
saturation.
My tender attraction
to torment
fastened me in my
chair of
possessiveness
I was
so faithful to.
My dawdling
from confusion
was so misgiving
until
everything was falsely led.
Your hostile anguish
I comprehend now
so clearly.
So time faded what
was unwanted and
I have this memory
relaying a
message
I am too aware
of now to discount.
Days are just numbers and
distance can
dispose in the past.
And it’s this second chance
I can’t do without.
And this devotion I’ve recovered
from the deep depths
that’s been with me all along:
My subconscious hope was the epitome of you.
Oct 23, 2009
Oct 23, 2009 at 11:14 AM UTC
First things first,
you’ll have to remove your hat and
the plank strapped to your limbs.
Your body will be used to thumb-wrestle with
gravity.
Please remove the staples from your chest.
Find your new set of lungs.
There is space to breathe here.
Take this new heart.
You’ll beat slower, suspended.
Circadian rhythms will not help you.
Your body will become a willow in a storm,
never breaking.
There are no mistakes here.
You’ll learn to drink silence for sustenance,
washed down with madness and tepid water.
You’ll learn to compensate for lacking conversation, hold secret meetings
in the basement of your mind.
You’ll learn how to disappear in a room.
No matter how hard you pound against walls
they remain padded,
concealed behind billowing drapery.
No one will hear you.
But, you’ll fit in fine.
You’ll stretch your skin as a tattooed leotard.
You won’t grow up,
You’ll grow inward
fortifying your lungs with weeds.
L’appel du vide, your distinctive urge to jump down from
high places will be quelled
by the grace in lifting.
Take respite,
There is nothing left to destroy here.
There are no checkpoints to neglect.
There is no need to be a hero.
Still,
you’re not convinced this is so much better.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
The architect of fate we are
Onus is on us to strengthen the foundation
To build a structure, concrete, yet accommodating
And mend the cracks as soon as they appear
Sway with a rhythm of the residents
Masons fortifying the walls around
The dialogues reverberating all around
It’s not a house, where love does not reveal
Build monument of love, protected from nature’s fury
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
In the pursuit, we find a thin line.
Is it the beginning or the finish line?
Beyond the horizon,
Over mountainous terrain,
With muscles distended and mouth agape,
You trudge on.
A sun scorched grimace drenches your face.
To accomplish your goals, you cannot wait.
Limits entomb you.
Will you succumb to life’s cramps?
Doubling over just before the winner’s stand?
Fear saturates your mind. It renders you blind.
A glimmer shines forever on what you never found.
Until someone you least expect shows that one can be kind.
Fortifying your feet,
Nourishing your soul,
Restoring your sight,
You discover your life is sound.
Onward you trudge!
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC
*Create not barriers around you
So high, Love cannot transcend
And your Heart shrouded in gloom
Fortifying the mind, form its beauty
When Love comes seeking you
It will be spurned by the wall around you
Leaving you a prisoner in your world
Break away from the shackles
And let Love rule over your heart*
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Father of my father
You taught me to drive
But I only drove barbed wire
Through your skin.
A median of blood
while fixing fence.
Intersecting your lifeline
It broke ground thumb to elbow
Blood trenches killing the grasses
Like the one you alone survived
A man too lucky to die
You mentioned at lunch.
Sharp points bent for
Hide and fur
Become your thorns and burrs-
Like Jesus Christ and mortal sin-
Marriage of farmer
And his implement
fortifying, dividing
prime cuts of Earth.
In the chapel of Monsanto’s fumes
Incense of diesel fuel
I prayed for a stall in the engine.
Reverse, rewrap the spool
Unfurl, go back to the beginning.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
Beyond tragedy, there is a hidden strength that comes to the fore.
Strength to do what must be done, welling up from deep with in our core.
Fortifying us, pulling us up on our feet, when our steps falter.
Helping us to guide others, who are victims of the Assaulter.
Allows us hope, when there is none to be found, and sadness invades.
Showing us, with new eyes, that which will be our future and bright days.
It is that same strength, that lets us say our good byes to loved ones,
continuing on, keeping pride in them and our Nations Sons.
With it we embrace the blow that has been dealt us, making us stronger.
Defeat is never spoken. We live with the changes and fear no longer.
It is our strength, that binds this Nation as one, above the cries.
For America may bleed, but we shall not ever lie down and die.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
gentle, like the
dips, and
grooves,
and soft protrusions of a skeleton,
but more alive, like muscle tissue
over my skull; woolen proteins
fortifying my ears against chill,
keeping my hair stretched taut
against my scalp and finishing
with a flourish of purled texture
cascading abruptly to my neck.
i liked it because it matched
the lining of my jacket,
it tied my reds together,
i liked it because it made me
stick out like a sore thumb
looking to catch a ride to
San Francisco or detention,
i liked it because it caught me up
in the eight legs of disapproval,
(even though they respected me
in the utmost, they still tripped
me something fierce)
i liked it because it taught me selflessly
never to wear it again.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
It's finally spring my love.
The false promise of renewal,
hope and dreams
that survived the stark of winter war.
And once again like a zillion times before,
my mind lingers on you - my bedraggled knight.
Still reminiscing the insincere
but oh so seductive cooing
of your words whispered in desperate passion.
But every time the timbre
of that poetic song dig into
the marrow of my withering bones,
the ruthless but absolutely honest voice of it all
- my taunting, yet ever loyal sidekick - distrust
kicks back and tell me
in the clearest chime of unwedding bells,
that it was never real.
No love for real,
how hard I wanted to believe.
Believe
my heart's quest always.
Pounded down by the utmost power of knowing.
Taking down shimmering gates of roses
and mashing them all into
a weeping horrified pile of compost.
Where no new flowers will ever grow.
Fodder for black snails and spiders
to feast upon, in eager anticipation
to reach deep down, to devour
the terrified, bleeding heart
that’s buried in its rubble.
And the iron armor
cladding my spiritual self
builds stronger every day.
Polished and unbuckled.
Continuously fortifying or imprisoning me.
I move in the world effortlessly,
not one soul seeing
the tons of heavy metal
that weighs down my skinless flesh.
Bedraggled knight,
who do not know
that he still hold my fortress - my heart.
And with just one wink of the white flag
would take it all down in a rumble of tears.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
2 brothers united
By a Light that can eye it
From a mile away
We see in black and white with no grey
And today is our day!
Of victory and celebration
Of all of Gods green creation
Life is good is our meditation
Holy Ghost is our medication
No hesitation
Our biggest struggle is moderation
The pharmaceutical generation
Drinkin on any occasion
We live to steady our graduation
Fortifying our elavation
Thru inspirition
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
If I should have a daughter, the first thing I’m gonna teach her is how to pass the blade. Because then she’ll know that if she handles it the right way, she won’t hurt herself or the people she cares about.
She’ll learn that screaming at the world won’t help her tear it down,
that the world will only tear her down instead.
And that’s how she’ll learn to stand strong - because once you’ve built your stronghold back up, you stand so tall and so proud that eventually you believe it too.
I’ll be there to help her see that when her wrists ache, and her shoulders shake, and her legs tremble, there will be hands reaching out to help her hold up the world.
She’ll have help donning her armor, unsheathing her sword, and fighting her battles.
She’ll have help forming her fortress and fortifying herself because
she
is not
alone.
When she realizes she can’t save all the hurting little girls out there, I’ll show her that she’s one of them too,
and so was I,
and that saving herself brings her one step closer to handing a little girl the grip of a blade and teaching her to wield it.
There will be times where she can’t think to go to work, do her homework, or even get out of bed.
She won’t find the motivation to help herself, let alone anyone else.
There will be days when she screams at her mother that having her was a mistake,
days when she can’t move for all the speed of the world around her because she doesn’t feel a part of it,
and days when she would rather give up than suffer any longer.
She won’t think to pass the blade, too busy turning it on herself, because the sight of her blood is better than the sight of her tears.
But those instances when she ends up at the bottom of that pit that’s been dug special for her are the ones she’ll forget in pieces,
pulling out those jenga blocks and stacking them anew so she can build her tower even higher.
She’ll see through the windows in her castle a world so worth living,
worth changing,
that she’ll use her blade only to protect those who can’t yet see the ocean or the mountains because their palace hasn’t made it out of their pit.
Their precarious towers won’t fall because she’ll be busy protecting them all.
And when the world tries to tear you down, she’ll say
“No,”
because she’s seen how terrifying the world can be,
but she has her army of protectors and her blade, and now she’ll pass you your own and show you how to fight.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
If engrossed in oneself
Life is one dimensional
Without emotion, catalysed by relations
And connections fortifying ones place
Life is meaningless.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Some people say
That the scariest thing
Is what comes from the fray
And hustle and bustle of living
They call it love
Which when it is over
You wish it wasn't true love
As it leaves you with a horrid hangover
A broken heart
Is most terrifying
It happens someone we love departs
And so we start fortifying
We place a wall
Around our soul
And thus begins our downfall
Turning the heart to coal
Beware the broken heart
For it will steal away your life
There is no replacing that part
Emptily filled with strife
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Plenty of reasons why
I never did the things I thought about
So many fast fact distractions
Swindling dwindling matter of facts
Talking swish backs flashing rat finks
Drinking pint after pint
Never having to think
The great Deluge warning sign
As the outside neighbor's pine
Is roaring red holding tight to dread
Buddy Guy roaring wild whistling mad young as a child
I'm sitting her wondering
When I'm going fishing?
There is no doubt in my mind
That I could die tomorrow
And few would hang their head in sorrow
I'm not saying I need people's recognition
Or other's to woe and sow fields of tears for me
But I wanna meet that one lady that I never caught
Or that other guy that still owes me a buck
Catch a fever in the middle of the night
And not have a soul around me to make me feel alright
Maybe it was the chill of the winters night that got me down
Or maybe I closed my youthful ears so I couldn't hear a sound
And maybe tomorrow I'll still be feeling this low down blue
But I know in my mind there ain't nothing else I can do
Somehow these roads continue on to places unknown
Scatter brained and worn out
My brains on it's final bout
But I still trek on alone or with some stranger anew
These are lonesome roads we will walk
Sometimes even when your feeling blue
Too many ideas to write down with a body that can't keep up
Inject it straight, hang to ********** don't ever be late
Fortifying my fortititudes till the last drop is gone
Praying properly to a God that I ain't ever met yet
I know that I'm losing, I know I owe'em a bet
Forever sloshing like a naked horse in the mud
A pig swirling elegant like, a breaking portrait of majesty
Noted for their disgusting epic superiority
Fervor in flames that jump like frogs from pad to pad
200 men and women flee just trying to be
Human efforts of conviction born anew
Pulling their souls through the burning coals
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 8:59 PM UTC
Click
Watching
progress load
the home movies of strangers
I will never meet
Click
Listening
to high school ghosts
sing the same six songs
till my earbuds sproud
Click
Fortifying
castle walls
invisible mortar against
a vast and empty hoarde
Click
Checking
how you are
who you're with
holding your shortand
Click
Whispering
how I am
screening my life
when the phone won't ring
Click
Searching
flickers of signs
that you are there
reading this
and one day you
(we?)
will
Click.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC