"freeness" poems
Poetry is like a *****
in its wobbly, dangly freeness
(This poems not the cleanest so stop reading if you're a little squeamish)
Some have it, some don't
some use it, some won't
some like it awkward with a twist at the end
like a shakespearean couplet but on the person it depends
for others its merely secondary
(oh but always necessary)
to the holder - their Mars or Venus
So, as god is my witness,
poetry is a *****
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Mercies at juxtapositional refinement
Abandoned constitutional confinement
Handshakes on the bridged ligaments
The sweet melodious serene dreams fleets
One after the other like peculiar inventions
The mellow scenes of frames realignments
Wonderful crafted words verses paradigm
Harmonic jazz awesomeness, decode freeness
Orchestral spontaneity drills pragmatic energy
Yet, as the gingered steams rise from the hot brew
The scented breeze of life vaticinates with a smile afar
Whispers of "no obligation, no expectations" reverbs..... on and on....on and on
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
The rattle is shaken and life becomes unfixed
Torrential rains cascades downwards on ancient bricks
These stunning moments have been rediscovered
In wonder all is flustered in awe as the state of silence honks
Love creeps out of tune in time, the unsureness of cold feet
The voice fades, the toned whispers continually erased
Stormed and soaked, stilled and stalked by a heart that stole my dream
Drenched in uncertainty, non-favouring multitudes won't let me be
These flutters flattens and deflated, I stroll and I will not run
The floating fun fares vanishes, the morning bird furnishes
The time capsule evaporated, unstripped and frozen
Ohh, how I wished to plant and harvest inspiration
Wake up with a renewed breath of air, the flowing river
Of the days when the gloom masked, I hated what life had become
How could humanity be so self centred and selfish?
I looked for silence and the banging never ceased
The masses rushed, never to let me be, they snatched my freedom
I inhaled the hope of the freeness and longed for the racing momentums
How so?
That over time the weather collapsed to coldness, the darkness marbled
A nag of the songbirds, as I escaped in the ****** ozone layer
A disconnect of the mind, body and soul; when I saw my spirit sail
A snail sailing on its own course and journey slowly but steady
Reflections and visions of the timeline of growth and fertility
A heart of one, the soul of all, the mind of many, a tongue in sums
The chandelier hanged on a ceiling, high, holding the flickering bulbs
A condense of energy, the modelled nature of a prognostic intervention
A laughter and synergy rests in the symphony of the unsung melodies
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Oh baby –
We were doomed from day one.
Though we weren’t in the Jazz age,
and we weren’t in the modern age,
We were in the age of us.
Wings on my eyelashes,
A silky robe around my shoulders,
You wore a vest and a tee shirt—
Indulged in cowboy bohemia;
God, it was ****
Oh baby, we thought we were unstoppable
We drank too much
Met new people by liquid courage
And found fearlessness suited us well.
We harnessed the trade winds
and went where we wanted.
Interest and innovation embedded in curiosity;
In art and newness and literature and truth.
Calling ******** like we saw it
We were entitled and young and free
No restraints
And hey, maybe that was the problem.
The problem with freeness
Is running and running and running
Until you forget what you’re running towards
And instead find
You’re actually running from.
Oh baby-
We were doomed from day one
We just didn’t know it yet.
I’m just too tired to run anymore.
I could have been like Zelda.
Tired from the facade,
Strong and petrified at the same time,
Finding distractions in every part of life
That made me forget we weren’t as free as we thought we were.
God, Baby—
Didn’t you know we were doomed
From the very first day we met?
I suppose I should thank you:
Thanks for breaking my heart;
You saved me from breaking my own.
I could have been like Zelda.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Glazed faces running fearless in the harvest forest
The brush of the rising crops tingles on the skin
We drop down lying head to head
Following planes with our fingers in the sky.
Your reflection inside mimics my stance outside
Where the smoke from my cigarette
Turns into clouds above my head
Masking the light from the full moon that shines elusively bright.
Distance is crawling between us
Stealing our monumental past
It pollutes our freeness in speech.
Sorrow cant be fixed by ice cream
A day off where i let my mind indulge in far away dreams.
Your voice that was sweet music
Is now NOISE.
I close the bathroom door and wish we were in a book of prose
Where we play faces and turn into toys of mad creation.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Confounded by the notion-
tough calls made by high hitters
holy rollers
pushing perps towards methods
needles and thread
heart of lead
logs split the stems of the reasons,
sob stories, trust issues
daddy problems
it's all the same
to some
the proletariat
guilty and prestigious
what a winning combo
lacked freeness, full of this knowledge
can't write worth a ****
**** poor,
not anymore
since passion was absorbed
a dried up, muddy ******
spring is coming! spring is coming!
One if by land
you if by me.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
I. nope.
II.
long-windedness verbosity
diffuseness prolixity
wordiness rambling
circuity discursiveness
redundancy tautology
tediousness verbiage
verboseness length
longevity permanence
garrulity windiness
volubility circumlocution
expansiveness babbling
periphrasis gushing
blathering protractedness
waffling lengthiness
iteration repetition
prating prattling
jabbering digressiveness
dreariness tedium
deadliness wandering
repetitiousness repetitiveness
pleonasm convolution
logorrhoea boringness
maundering superfluity
duplication tiresomeness
monotony reiteration
gabbiness informality
mouthiness diffusion
logorrhea wordage
blah-blah dryness
dullness boredom
sameness loquaciousness
talkativeness loquacity
freeness orotundity
roundaboutness breadth
gobbledegook gassiness
wittering multiloquence
perissology big mouth
gift of the gab garrulousness
staleness tallness
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Empty yourself of the worries
Let them brim over and overflow
Fill yourself with nothingness
Feel the freeness in your soul
Not bounded by any constraints
Connect with the harmony
When the paradise is nurtured
See many flowers of hope bloom
Smeared with aromatic concoctions
You can see light in a new way
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
one day, I'll sit
and explain
each and every line
I'll weave a tale
of every heretical thought
that crossed my mind
I'll describe the emotions
that clawed their way
through my chest
Alien like
and came to rest
upon a page
sage like
in its green(ness)
Exhalting in its freeness
Yes, one day I will explain
and until that day
read what you can
take what interpretation
that gets you though
the gelatinous mass
that is Life
One day, I'll explain
until then
let's pretend
we got through this
together.....
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
A chronic disharmony
clutching at the skull inside my flesh and the stomach unfurling in a perfect illusionary storm
sometimes i would wonder if i would see them in the street or what they would say about me and gasp in pain as the tyrants who lived in my belly chuckled at the residual aftershocks from an event that passed , at the height of it's rule , just over a year ago.
slowly with each breath i breathe i bring myself to a place of still resourcefulness
to react to that situation in a way that does not impale my sense of self nor rob me of my right to be
and that is my freeness
that only I can bestow unto me.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
What I love about music is its flow
What I hate about traffic is the stillness
What I love about trees is their stature
What I hate about crowds is the suffocation
What I love about movies is the ending
What I hate about time is AN ending
What I love about movement is the freeness
What I hate about walls is division
What I love about you is who you are
What I hate about silence is it’s confusion
What I love about rain is the freshness it brings
What I hate about destruction is the aftermath
What I love about horses is their soft inquisitive noses
What I hate about ignorance is ignorance
What I love about love is its safety
What I hate about travel is the distance
What I love about fresh sheets is the crispness
What I hate about wet jeans is the smell
What I love about meal times is the sharing
What I hate about taking is the selfishness
What I love about dogs is their unconditional love
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 6:46 AM UTC
its funny how we are in the same city now, yet I feel the farthest I have ever felt. we drift our separate ways with the constant hum of traffic and the rising heat. something between us is unsettling, the friction stings and my body grows empty and gray when I leave your sight. But when the grayness passes and my time of being unacknowledged and mistreated is over. I know the freeness of before and with each pedal on the sidewalk and the bumps in the pavement, I grow stronger. the cuts you've left inside my walls begin to heal and the palm trees stand tall against the California sunset.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Two beds making an L shape.
The shape we'd made.
The LOVE of you.
Two rugs making a V shape.
The shape we'd made
The VISION of you.
Two covers making a C Shape.
The shape we'd made.
The CLOSENESS of you.
One window making an F space.
The shape you've made.
The FREENESS of you.
One sky making a B shape.
The shape you've made.
The BEAUTY of you.
One heaven making an A shape.
The shape you've made.
The ANGEL of you.
No thoughts making an E space.
The shape I've made.
The ENERGY of you.
No mirrors making a G space.
The shape I've made.
The GHOST of you.
No dreams making an M space.
The shape I've made.
The MEMORY of you.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
8 years old
We're told "you're too young to unlearn how to smile and hate the world"
8 years from now on
You'll forget the art of care freeness
and little girls
So 6 young hearts
Kick start
And venture into
A labyrinth
Of question marks
Mischievous
Wide-eyed
We had nothing to hide
Our smiles were bonafide...
We dreamed of superpowers
Meteor showers
Climbing towers
Magic, meremaids
Flying ships
And finding home
In our unlock golden coffer
All we had was love to offer
A currency that once was just enough....
Guess we grew up
Theses days
We've ceased
To give
A frail and feeble ****
We've got new better plans
Crystal clear
Each year
Since June of 2010
We've grown cavalier
And bland
We used to dance in rainstorms
Fight our battles, win the whole world
We spoke in flames
And held hands while we burn
Now all we ever do is *****
Apathy, we mop it
With apologises
I'm sorry's
I worry..... I worry,
We grew up
Things have changed
And minds have aged
We're so far in this infeasible maze
When did black and white decide
To propagate
Cause everything now seems so.... Gray
We've forgotten the beats of our own drums
We've lost touch in tunes we used to hum
We smell of sin
And no longer bubblegum
Our season is yet to come
We're houses with water stained walls
We're standing
But no longer tall
When did we stop having a ball, I don't recall
I don't re-call
Here... We are
So far
We've walked a lonely road
We're like nomads finding home
But some-where far inside
The 8 year old resides
Whispering "you'll be alright"
So let us live
Let live
Forgive and hope we don't
Fail the souls we used to know
Let's walk each other home
Little souls please don't let go
The unknown is ours to roam
Our little souls will walks us
Home
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
Mocking bird singing through my window
Pecking at the seeds of my sweet smelling flowers
Hopping up the vines of the wall, He hums my mistake again
Tranquil rest of the leaves is taken by the wind of His wings
His freeness is my cage
Never able to feel His beauty fully
Only an empty glimpse
One day, He says I will show you
And you will be amazed
Doubting He’s even really here
I continue existing until He comes again in a little way
And I pause to see His trueness
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Taking a sip of the clear sky with a mind that's full with everything but clearness
Want a cup of happiness your highness?
No, dearest stars, keep hiding away
Maybe tomorrow we can play
Today I'm okay with just glaring at the greyest sky, maybe today I'll stop looking and find a way to finally have a taste of freeness
Or maybe I'll take a puff of something to clear my head for it's jealous of your rested grey sky
Loveliest sky, teach me your secrets
How can you be so messed up yet so clear
Why do you choose to hide the clouds and stars and be quiet and quite alone?
I'll listen carefully, I'll do as advised
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I have forgotten you.
The smell of the fresh, brisk, mornings.
The feelings when I saw your beauty.
I have forgotten the love, the hope.
Two years have past and I still miss you so.
Even though the feelings are gone I will never forget you.
Your magic as it grasped my heart.
Your freeness as it helped me live.
I miss the way you brought me joy, the way you made me smile.
I hope to soon meet you again.
So I can once more,
make these forgotten memories, reality.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
My body language resembled it's own comfort.
It was not preached to me,
although she is attacked,
for those who can not connect with her usual.
Her comfort is a barrier,
created by unacceptance.
I see him,
unclean face, alcohol soothes over his lip.
Perfect symmetry.
With a stumble over his left foot,
his presence was affront my uneasiness.
He speaks a tale of how he reads me,
how he can discover me.
How each syllable spit off his tongue,
craves my body.
He states "my kind" are more appealing lacking voice,
with our legs a distance from another.
I am scolded.
I am scolded for my lack in ability.
They do not know,
I was never taught,
No one is.
One leg is demanded to lay over the other.
The curriculum reads it to be so.
"Your kind is in a lack of grace."
Someone close,
sits aside my quivering body.
Everyone seemed to express immense
freeness.
I was unaware of this comfort.
"Let your legs breathe for a change."
"My kind" is not righted to
the feelings of openness or security.
All for the positioning of the lower part of the body.
Open for a drunken hand to slip where
it mustn't reach,
Closed for the restoration of grace in a society.
My kind is a doorway to be used by the world.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
I want the people knowing they made Day,
If that’s the case; or no case... make another day;
-Hey, I don’t want to turn into Malcolm or Michael;
I just wanna be what I wanna be...
Kovu, Mushu, Samuel; Bruce Lee -pure mind, **** Bill, Ip Man currency;
Me and my friends are under the sea,
Ernie and Bert are on Sesame Street,
They naughty away, displaying heart break; one day they’ll say it’s egregious;
Down here, -whales
-Nobody beat us,
Deprive us from our freeness, or leave us for our weakness,
There’s no place more exquisite, diabolical; omniscient like under the sea...
I just wanna live young, fall hard, talking love; fog season...
Can I be a petitive anomaly?
Can I be condescending pompously?
Can I touch on your skin and examine your eyes like there’s no bound to thee,
Can we slowdown the time to entwine minds and be,
One with our breath before the first drop of sweat electrify our senses to heal and define divine as we activate dormant currents in spine?
You don’t notice me but in time you will,
This connection is bigger than the Wachowski’s “Red Pill”...
Girl you must understand...
I wanna be your man, like Morpheus and Carrie Anne.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Freeness, lightness, something extraordinary
Unsure, wobbly footsteps across pavement
Pressure pushing you on
Convincing
Stopping on the edge
of the field of knowing what's
going to happen next
Defying sense
Thrusting firmly into nature
Against the human machine
Nurturing the idea
Of pushing your spiritual limits
Bird-like,
Swimming,
Catching yourself right before
You fall off the sidewalk
Blind,
But with a greater sensation
The dark provokes not fright
But evaluated wonder
Fooling the gravity
Of yourself
And where your steps land,
You walk with your eyes closed
16 April
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
the wind is hitting my face
my heart is beating so fast out of my chest
i’m trying to catch my breath
i have sweat running down my spine all the way down to my legs
the waves are splashing me
more water on my damp body
can’t tell what is sweat and what is salt water
but i’m running and i’m running
by the beach
listening to my favorite music
going along with the beat
tell me,
what else am i supposed to feel except for freeness?
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
Cross eyes in the moment and shackle the breath
Sleep is a cousin to death
Fall through the warm ice and float to the deep
Death is a cousin to sleep
Live moons in your promise and hope not to be woken
Eyes stuck with stories are eyes shut wide open
Crawl through the chasms, look up the fire fog
And grow through your mind, drink in deep of your grog
Don’t listen to voices that part with their weep
Death is a cousin to sleep
Their freeness will split you and make words of your breath
Sleep is a cousin to death
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
Were you
afraid
at all
When your
feelings strayed
so far from
your solipsistic
logic?
Free will:
the beauty
to deliberately
decide a choice
and act
accordingly
-illusory-
But the
freeness is
difficulty and
desperation
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
As my foot slips off the edge,
I feel my body let go.
The initial panic
is met with a contrasting sense of calm.
A calmness that reminds me
why I stepped so close to the edge
in the first place.
Release— my soul, my mind, my body.
I am finally free, and in this moment
I am weightless.
As I fly, I fall farther away
from the overwhelming madness
that consumes me.
With every gasp of hard air,
I am brought closer to a world
where my worries become peace.
Just as I close my eyes,
embracing the complete darkness,
the complete freeness,
I am moments away from meeting
I feel a sharp yank
that pulls me back up.
Reeling me in,
like a fish,
not wanting to be caught.
I did not ask to be saved.
I did not want to be saved.
My mind fills quickly with the madness
that was erased moments ago.
I feel the weight of my limbs and my troubles,
and I feel pain.
As I am lifted back onto the edge,
the calmness leaves me ,
and I am met with shocking anxiety
and sorrow.
I am bound yet again,
no longer free.
But they will say
that I am saved.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
my dreams filled with you still haunt me.
they fill my night visions,
and eat up my freeness from thought about you.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC