"hazey" poems
I am Autumns baby
my bones align every Autumn season
I come alive, rising from the earthy soil
I'm Summers poison,
my blood all hazey sunsets and leaf mulch
It's just something about the way the dawn and dusk shaded leaves flutter delicately onto my bronze barked skin
and the way the forest breathes, shedding it's summer shroud of green, canopy now thin
anticipating the snarling undertow of winters frosty bite
how the branches twist their arms and fingers,
reaching up to the light,
sky as blue as my doe eyes
the sunsets are all for me, low and piercing,
using her fiery fingers to stroke my face
I dance naked with the birds, the trees and the sun, a blur of grace
I'm all variations of brown, with the occasional pop of green
my lungs house my earth and its flower children, in my rib cage built of twigs with a magic sheen
my hair cascades like a molten copper mess
I'm a reflection in a lake, beautiful crystal but a construct you cannot caress
luke warm, barren branches and burning peat
crows, shimmering sunsets and crunchy leaves under your feet
I am Autumns darling
KG
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
No one to talk too
My mouth is sore from being shut
My brain spinning with thought
I'd talk to the stars,
Even they didn't show up
The desert skies of royal hazey colors
New grounds for me
For others discovered
Through long plight before me
Spirits endlessly struggling
To bask
Alone
Under the hazey royal indigo
Desert skies
Enlightened wolves
Darkness despise
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Truth be told
I'd bet my soul.
I only get lonely in the mornings.
The cold breeds empty amidst the white light of the morning sun.
A good morning blue bird colors the hazey sky.
As the sunrise of solitude fills the air I ponder my soul.
I'd sell my soul if it turned back time to the place of orange sight.
A place in time before the silent night
To the place that lives in sets.
Where the sun waves goodbye and enters a full evening sky.
You are my only sunset.
I feel full at the peak of sunset.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
can I even complicate
my continuum of thoughts?
if so, will I ever be able
to stop?
If I dig deeper
There's no air
There's no warmth
There's not a soul being
in sight
Oh, I'll
drown
won't I?
Oh my mind
It's ill-defined,
hazey
it's left me severed
I'm sightless.
did the unknown hinder a
blind tragedy?
They tell me,
We can pretend for awhile
So i'll pour the sea in my head,
I'll make it full again.
but my mind will only be
under siege
it's a temporary fix
Like leaking my dreams with
matchsticks
can I even complicate the patterns
that I inhale?
such a strange feeling
as if you can't grasp your mind
when your psyche
is flooded
What is real? What is mine?
To what extent is detachment twisted
When you can no longer
reach
the surface ?
I see an oceanic void where
the only movements are
the vibration of my bones
not radiating in dance; they're
shaking,
shaking
in this abyss
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Rollin fat kush ****
Red lights on zig zags
****** haze got me high
Puff puff and pass it
Spark it and blast it
****** haze free my mind
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Amaze me,
Or maybe just phase me
Blast me in a hazey maze
With your hasty ways
And your phazers
Cutting me like razors
Erase her,
Till the time it pays - off.
And help yourself
To get so well
Getting out of
Your personal hell.
I'm progressing,
Can't you tell?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
I get high and I don't think of you.
****** out of mind, and somehow you're not on mine
What do I do when all my reality is hazey and you're finally gone?
Soon you'll appear out from behind the fog in my eyes.
And haunt me.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Searching the hazey
mind's tomb
Dignity swirls and
Beckons to thine
Seeking soul's voice
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
We watch our dreams, hanging from a tree
Noose around the necks, but just out of reach
The venom from the roots will make us taller
Are we getting bigger, or is the world getting smaller?
This is a paradox
These hallucinations guide our way
And if walls could talk, what the hell would they say?
This ink on these pages are full of lies
We could learn to read it if we'd open our eyes
But the ashes of the past tend to cloud reason
So we shift and change just like the seasons
Trying and trying; the noise in our head
It just won't keep quiet, it just wont stay dead
So shut your eyes tightly and try not to scream
In due time we will learn what these symbols mean
The days become hazey, fading in and out
As you drift with the colors, breathe in through your mouth
Taste every emotion, the depressing shade of blue
You hate this notion, but now you know it's true
The world around us is shrinking
And society's left thinking
How to break through the static and become less automatic
Why does the sky change so much?
Something with so much control, we can't even touch
If only our souls operated the same
To be able to control all emotion and pain
At the drop of a hat
We become entangled in the tentacles of despair, and leave it at that
Like those dreams hanging there
We find ourselves to be the ones swaying in the air
With our thoughts skewed like water colors over canvas
We wonder if we really can handle this
Underneath the surface, we fragment
With every ounce of our hope spent
No one will see this
We hold it in
Until we burst at the seams
Becoming just as useless as our broken dreams
The moon weeps for us so often
As it's tears fall into the ocean
Hoping the ripples will calm us down
And that we still have the willpower not to drown
This ink on these pages are full of lies
We could learn to read it if we'd open our eyes
But the ashes of the past tend to cloud reason
So we shift and change just like the seasons
Trying and trying; the noise in our head
It just won't keep quiet, it just wont stay dead
So shut your eyes tightly and try not to scream
In due time we will learn what these symbols mean
The moon weeps for us so often
As it's tears fall into the ocean
Hoping the ripples will calm us down
And that we still have the willpower not to drown
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
Sun over the hills
barely there but
you still spark.
Wickedly mocking my every move
state your motive or give it up.
I can tell by that look in your eyes
that you mean trouble
but the aura in the moon
is hazey.
Can't read my mind but
neither can Houdini.
I search for nirvana
and attain immortality
don't waste his time or
blood and wine ye shall dine..
Sweat and Wastelands...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
Soft silouhettes creep into my bed
and wrap ribbons around my head
ribbons for the dead.
I am what they could have been instead.
They could have been a frog
They could have been a hazey fog
But they have been all, all along.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.
There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth
I scream!
Bare wings bounce off my boots.
Atleast if it had been spit,
I could have shined my shoes.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.
Lizards slither through motions lather
Curve around the edge of the end.
Pulled still by the momentous illusion
Of those fat rat gems dripping juices.
I'll drink a glass with my
Breakfast under evil's gazebo.
** HARD. MAD. SLOW.**
-StrAngel
https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
I owe my grandma 2 grand, the chronic abusing man
Drinking straight liquid THC if I can
Agent Cryptic the heart stroker
Thought provoker, the ATF sativa smoker uh
I like to praise Jesus in my stanzas
And these cheeks I'm turning em
The modern bard, throw down hard
With the Dialogues in my library, your philosophy is contrary
I'm not a shy Jew, for I am in service to you
When I fall in love, I can only go up
Ask the Lioness, only left cause of stress
She tried to help, then I put the Chuck Bukowski on her
(Why you wanna... choose drugs over me?)
Girl you crazy? The details, hazey
No time for manipulative ****
Mess with me I'll toss you in the Tartarus pit
My emcee act it's, hella bombastic
These lyrics I spit make your soul ecstatic
So if you wanna know how I flow, these Phi seeds I sow
With the bass low, making your speakers blow
Then let me get down
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I tried to reach you through the scotch fog,
But there were so many **** bodies,
And this **** VW bus is broke down again,
And the blue lights are blinding my inhibitions.
Will you touch me,
While I burn this ****** thing,
The living walls are breathing,
And I need you to guide my hands,
The ether tremble, is floating in my breath,
And If you touch me, I will explode...
Will you touch me.
Your beautiful back bites best, like a beast,
It both cripples and cures,
Your strength shines from your shoulders,
And I can't get this **** bus started without you.
And everybody is laughing and complaining.
Will,
You touch me,
She said.
But this hazey maze, of brown liquor
Has me reaching blind.
Will you touch me?
The light can't recognize your face,
My clothing is intoxicated,
And your voice shifts in and out.
Take my hand,
So we can start this **** bus.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
Sittin at my desk wrestin with casas testers it’s a mess in the west when they express they hate these tests I rest my head on the desk and try to take a nap, restless sleep as my guests are blessed with criminal success and some failure see they are in jail and your gonna meet me if you leave the streets and catch a rap maybe packin a strap thinkin you all that it’s a trap like chicky saying its your baby actin lazy head all hazey bout to go crazy but instead you head to the jail cell cant afford bail whinning and wailing set you mind sailing quit flailing and failing let jail bring you educational singing graduation bells ringing mamma bringing baby sister to the shindig, it’s a win win better community orientation with a chance at employment despite a conviction let go the friction its just a decision and I am given you the chance to start liven …..
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
we are gonna paint
Not an ideal
Nothing perfect
Just sort of soft focus
A hazey image
Not a monet
Something for you and I
muted soft tones
Like an oil pastel
This image inexplicably
This thought incomplete
No models
just influences
Colors or not
This blind eye waits
Still
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 8:51 AM UTC
you were everything
and i hate that you still are
even after you have her
and me lined up for when she
gets tired of you
or the other way around
and what do i have?
well i have an empty chest
and a couple pills
i've got the hope that i'm holding on to
(for whatever reason)
that you might
come back
i've got self doubt
and chewed down nails
bleeding knuckles
and a hazey mind
wow, it must seem like i have a lot
but i don't have everything
because everything doesn't
want me
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
The hatchets swings from right to left
cutting sway in magical arc glittering acidic polish
labourers strive in whimsical grafts and melliferous distune
the gods in Olympus stand akimbo watching meddling mortals
No demigods in hazey disquietude sees
for those the gods forsake wear the laurels made for Pompeii
time will tell come the days of transmogrification in Cosmos Paths
the oracles files litigation before the gods against impostors vile
The seven tongues of the seven headed dragon
flicker between the dawn and dusk, between mist and flames
salacious visions mired in morbid delight cooked with arsenic dew
a cauldron boils for givers and takers, a chalice of retribution awaits
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
Club doors smell of lady's potions easy kind of hazey.
Daily news of power, and fruit and punch.
Dj Spun, music so courageously.
With laser touching all there eyes.
Yet no irritation, you see they where protected by a small musical meldoy.
It was epic heads all head baging.
Fast pace music, slowed too jam to it with no penut butter.
See how I twist the version, call your favorite pill brewer and we will trip.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
The darkness, encompassing
Is darkest before the dawn
Resisting light of change
Lost within the embrace of routine
That has been nothing more
Than ball and chain
Sinking and sinking
Beneath the ebbing wave
Into a world of silence
In the glow of an eerie light
A world so different from our own
With a color all its own
Shrouded in hazey grays and deeper blues
Deeper and deeper where only black remains
Below the surface
Lost, in darkness awaiting its dawn
A dawn forever in its coming
But a sun must rise
And banish the encompassing darkness,
Surrounding me
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
Let me paint you a picture of this girl.
Imagine a witches cauldron
Heavy, haunting, metal.
Make it as big as a hot tub
As big as three hot tubs.
Fill it with a bright bubbling yellow cream.
picture yourself standing in it.
thick stringy mucus elastics from your wrists.
As you cook.
She is singing.
You are quicksand bound to this 90 degree boiling snot bucket
And she's singing.
Brown purple and green
Dancing in dreadlocks
Sprinkling a little clamshell of mermaid.
Cod peice of Prince
Naked now.
Starring at you.
Almost asking.
Mostly stirring in her own devices.
The cauldron smells less like boiling flesh then you expected.
It's more like a sweet hazey butter scent.
Like autumn squash.
This whole time you couldn't move, but now you don't want to.
She's so beautiful, dancing
Her small perky chest and curved swinging hips.
A tattoo, or a birthmark just above right where you want to kiss.
She traces your chin to tell you something.
You try so hard to listen over the crackling and popping of the thick yellow cream surrounding you.
With a soft whimper,
Biting your lip
Pulling your hair
Straight down back
Into the scalding liquid
goodbye into the melting ***
Your eyes glaze over
Breath hot Thick Mucus into your throat.
Choke on the yellow soup.
And when you wake up.
your memory is of singing.
The brown green purple notes.
Her Perky chest, curved hips
Dancing.
A tattoo, or a birthmark,
Fuzzy, like you forgot some of the details.
You wish you could see her again.
Maybe it will help you remember.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Today is cloudy with a slight breeze, while it should be sunny
It seems to be cloudy because the sky is left without words to describe the gray
The air even tastes different today
And the feeling in the air brings apon a case of nostalgia
a feeling that becomes of sorrow
Just like memories
Memories
Why I cherish the love of memories, but they do not of me
Memories have a colorful and colorless beauty to them
Paradox some would say
The color is often found in the rececpicrol of good will, but eventually the nuance of them becomes hazey and dreadful to bare
Memories--
I could laugh--
the weather today is something like you.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
I'm not entirely sure what I'm feeling
But it feels euphoric.
It feels like the smell of coffee at 6am on a winter morning.
When the sun slowly begins to shine its rays.
A warm hand on a cold thigh.
Morning neck kisses and hazey vision,
Arms that wrap around a restless body,
Settling nerves and letting comfort drift me to sleep.
Comfortably numb.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
He had lots of pretty white snow falling in front of me. I couldn’t help but dipping my pinky in and snorting some lines. A white hazey day, the snows been falling all day. It’s no fun inside, look at all the snow outside. We can build a snow man and build our dreams high. Don’t think about the consequences. Snow never melts when your in a white haze. Did you think a girl like me would say no? You build me high and turn me meek. I snort lines down by your feet. We tweak and forget to sleep. Can you hear me screaming down by the creek? It might have only sounded like a shriek. Happy binge week I hope to see you next week.
(C)
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
Humming calm
In deafening crisp stillness.
Lily flowers opening
In hazey enriching heat.
Little forests of tangled bounce
Trickling along the glossy wet;
Dripping bubbles of purest charm,
Rippled waves of scarlet blossoms.
Smooth gliding falls
Singing whispers ecstasy.
Shallow breezes departing
Amidst dissolving grace.
Changing face
To fly.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC