"frontward" poems
Fluorescent uplit lights
Throws no shadows
Shows no life
No vestiges therein
Monitors' frontward glow
Radiates no future, no past
Well lit death
No matrix destination
The rows and cubes behold
A conformed neatness
An oppression
A regime built against creation
The soul flutters above
Unseen but seeming
To hold life
The inexorable dullness of life
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
everything is energy moving
forward, backward, sideward,
warding off the black white finity,
crashing upward, downward, frontward
this is limitless
now let's fly
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
I rest my hand upon the giant rock called Dark One. I feel him relax as he gets used to the feeling of flesh breaking the sensation of water and salt. As he exhales, so do i.
I lean over a ledge, holding on to Dark One, to feel a sense of secure danger. I no longer feel the ground, I no longer feel my feet. The salty mist of the ocean sprays my face, flipping my hair frontward and back. As I lean over Dark One’s feet, I contemplate what I will do next. My grip on Dark One becomes loose, and for a moment, I feel the sense of danger I had asked for. For a moment, I felt release. In that moment, with security, Dark One saved me.
I bring myself closer to Dark One, and press myself to his cold, wet frame. I can almost feel him lifting up and down, breathing. I feel myself lifting. There is nothing beneath me. There is only Dark One in front of me. “Where are you taking me, Dark One?” I ask through my spirit. “I am removing your sorrows, I am taking your pain” he says. As he spoke, I grew numb in my legs, then my core, as it passed my ***** I smiled in a sighed relief. I took my last breath and I became part of Dark One.
I can no longer move, I no longer need breathe. I gaze out over upon the sea as its salty mist sprays Dark One and me.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Going frontward, and backward
Through the times of my life
Looking at love, and looking at strife
Seeing what shaped me
Into what I've become
interested in where I'm from.
My love of all, as well as fear
Both trying to control me
But I know its love that can set me free
I must let go of fear
and cling to a love that's true
So I may find a love in you.
Beauty in all that you are
I see freedom in you,
You turn my ash grey eyes back to blue
You can light my way
How can you be so bright
I am soothed by your warm light
You uplift my soul --
You make me whole --
Only you --
Could do --
This.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
Thumbs hooked through jean belt loops,
pulling her to you.
You kiss.
Over and over again, you kiss:
so many quick little pecks in a row.
I hope you don't
kiss your mother like that,
but is SHE your mama bird?
It's like you take nourishment
from her kisses.
Is she dropping
food into your mouth?
So greedy,
can't get enough.
Of her time, either.
The odd purity that comes
from being complemented
for the first time this way.
How she leans against your knee,
she's the missing puzzle piece.
The crook of her neck, there,
just there.
The pressure where she uses you
for a chin rest.
During any violent-as-you-wish
T.V. show and
she'd even be
cool to chill with you when
you're with your bro's.
Though alone time is the best.
All that you could ask for,
through hills and valleys
you ride along.
Everything is smooth and firm,
smooth and firm.
Smooth, no hiccup in the road.
Firm is the belief in
the reliability of the course.
They're hot;
the heat
rushes through them,
complete.
Ain't never gonna feel
this way again.
Not with anybody else.
You two could lie in bed all day.
We're making relationship flambe.
A secret recipe of
inside jokes and
somebody finally wanting your ingredients,
lit afire by some mystery combustible.
You'd deny 'til you were hoarse
that it's only flash in the pan.
Until one day, it seems like-
how can you have
all these shared memories,
all this love,
yet it's still as if the person standing there
is barely the same person from before?
No more pulling her frontward or backward
by her belt loops,
always pulling her toward
the pulse of your passion.
But the beat of love's life, at least,
grows faint, and she threatens
to take you out with it.
He'd seen her raise the gun,
for all the good it did.
A bullet hole in his forehead
And it's like his third eye's crying blood.
He didn't want to see
what he saw too long ago.
And he just delayed their misery.
Do you take your meat rare?
This cut's dripping in disillusion,
the animal neutralized, a dead
bag of blood and bones.
No; you're still
all-too human, though.
Alone in a room, it's all you can do
to remember to breathe.
But that's step one.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
My advice. Let noone knock you down, noone! When they do get back up, humans seem to wanna bring another down anymore. What the hell happened? Where's the one helping the less fortunate out? Where's the one where love is love and hate is past tense . where are we as a kind! ? Helping another? Giving to another! Knowing what's in your purse or wallet isn't all there is to life! Life's **** precious. So ponder this word. Take it as it is. Even when I'm having a bad day at work, home, or anywhere I well know to treat others good. If we start treating others like we want to be treated we might get somewhere, yet seems we're going backwards not frontward on. What happened? Guess that's for each individual to decide.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC