"hotspots" poems
The world's on fire, peace is extinct
Look how fragile peaceful minds can get
All hostile minds are having a ball right now.
It's like peace got embellished in chaos.
Where's peace at, what happened to her?
Regional, global local, peace is in short supply.
This is the renaissance of a new world order
Where partial peace coexists with total chaos
People only search Google for mostly facts
Not for solutions to some distorted peace
What is peace then, how can it be?
Just a routine rhetorical question
Coming from the disturbed mind in me
Listen, One-minute partial peace
Bang, another minute total chaos!
Nowadays, Instability everywhere is commonplace
As unscripted hate rhetoric freely echos,
From jihadic podiums to confused minds.
The conspicuous birthplace of premeditated evil.
The mind, soft spots of those totally confused
Call it the hotspots and playground for the devil.
I, the skeptic, to say the very least,
See this quiet storm as a distorted peace!
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
I walked across the bridge of your nose to connect the constellations
on your face. I was blinded by the solar eclipses in your eyes and
wound up where your universe began and I held it in my hand. I felt
it pulse life into the very edges of your galaxies.
Drawn I was with gravity to each of your hotspots. Running in
circles by the natural laws of physics, physically pulling me through
the natural laws of attraction. Deep-rooted into your wormhole,
taking me to another time and place, I could not tell you when or
where I was from.
Thwarting my universe into chaos by the 2nd Law of
Thermodynamics then breaking the 1st by creating something in
me from nothing. Ripping stars from cold space and shooting
them into the deep clusters once left empty. Exciting these *****
of flame into super nova’s scorching me from beginning to end.
Your telescopic lens would discern who I was and who I was not,
searching for truth no matter the distance. Altering my planets to
align with yours, spawning systems upon systems and then some
more, discovering rich life where none would explore, then leaving
your footprints upon more shore.
On that night the universe was silent. That same night you were
here and then you were gone, tipping the entropic scales back
from the first law you broke. I forever blocked out the moon so her
waves couldn’t wash what little was left of you. While she maybe
the only other knowing just how deep craters can crush.
Many my suns have died since then, where once my world kept
spinning has now completely stopped. Left with debris smashed
from a time that used to be. Falling slowly through cold and
empty space. Continually searching the universe for what science
calls foolish.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
A treasure worth taxes
a machine that supplies
me with joy.
A better connection than
wifi and Hotspots.
you conquered all lies in me
established burning truth
Thank God for a gift you're
beautiful like night stars.
fairly hold tight to my heart
it hangs right in your presence
preserved by your gentle
touches and whispers
All penetrate me for comfort.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
The first thing I see in the morning is your bright, soothing smile that leaves me dazzled and lost.
Whenever you are speaking to me, I can't help but look into your eyes. The mystery that they hold, oh my, my mind is studying, I am figuring out and my soul is dying know...it's sad to think I'll never know what you're thinking of me.
Whenever I am at one of your hotspots, my eyes search for you, and when they find you, sometimes I don't realize that I wasn't actually breathing. Even now as I type and remembered this moment I am finding it hard to breathe...
But then I stop and think to myself, Is my mind playing tricks on me? Or is it me who doesn't seem to understand you?
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
Few of us are what appears on the surface
That calm, cool, and collected facade
No, just five thousand kilometres beneath man's surface you will find
Eagerly parting lips
Curves that mold themselves to the touch
Whispers that may be tomorrow's haunting ghosts
Wild and hungry hearts, liquid and refusing to be anything other than what they are
Unbridled molten hotspots
Eager to be explored by those who are daring enough
Those who are brave enough and willing enough
To sink into those dark and rich places
To pursue and to capture
To burn and to melt
With no guarantee that we'll not be altered or affected
Hell no!
Passion isn't and nor should it be, for the faint of heart
Burn
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
A man got lost in the thick of the city,
A forest of people or the walking trees,
He wandered around, for hours and days,
Yet couldn't find the moss to guide his ways.
He looked up at the stars,
Looking for direction,
But all he saw,
Was the light of delusion.
Our man was no hero,
Nor a person of the people.
He knew what he learned,
Through his own deductions.
No signboards guiding,
No hotspots lighting,
Just a lost sense of direction,
The type that leads to conclusion.
And through these lost days,
Did our anti-hero find,
His unpaved road,
His route home.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
it's raining,
but there's a whiff
of chlorine in the air,
which i find a bit odd,
i might be hallucinating
a scent with light penetrating
a body to a shadowy
consistency, but i still
get a whiff of chlorine in the air
and it's not good,
given that chlorine
is used to clear ****** hotspots
in swimming pools:
much humour comes from melancholic
weather... ask a californian where
the sun don't shine.... he'd probably
tell you it don't shine where the sun
don't set.... or some other gorgonzola.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
Who's the one you wanna hold
In the night time?
I'll be calling your name 'til
I'm alright.
Nah, I'll be smoking my pain
Through a hot pipe.
I'm a hothead when it comes to
Hotspots.
Don't have me out here looking
Stupid for a long kiss.
Quite easy to love and hard to dismiss.
You're dismissive with aggression
In an instance.
You make me question my whole
**** existence.
And I'm persistent with my faith
In this distance.
Never gonna cheat. I'll never need
A mistress.
But ima warn you, I can turn really
Distant.
I be feeling that neglect with my
Wrists slit.
And with my wrists slit,
If I ever bleed much,
Please bury me right behind a
**** bush.
Get high with the ghosts until
They see us.
Nah, I don't ask much, but believe
I need much.
If you're blind, if you're blind,
Gouge your eyes out.
I'm the one you wanna hold in the
Night time.
I'm the one you wanna hold in the
Night time.
But I ain't calling your name for a
Long time.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
Just like a storm against a window
Depression hits just like the sorrow
With little effort I begin to remember
Yesterday was the end of December
The month full of joy and temper
Memories you just wanna dismember
The beginning of the end for some
Couldn’t wait for it to be done
Shake crackle pop for the new stakes
Fireworks floating down like snowflakes
Sparks burnin’ out like the year did
But flakes are worthless when they’ve melted
Just laying here confused as ever
‘Bout why my chest’s so under the weather
A few nuts n’ bolts for the influx
As if my heart was a rusty toolbox
Life’s full of many tools
Many of them treat us like fools
From the ruler that lines the jerks
To those that throw spanners in the works
I have an issue with noticing silence
Unsure whether I caused such defiance
Hotspots illuminating my radar
Expecting people to say “see you later”
Thank you for teaching me persistence
For teaching me to show my patience
Thank you for the life lessons
Through all that time I kept you guessing
I’m sorry for a reason unknown
Maybe for the muscle ‘round my bone
That raises the hand to let it linger
For you and the year to stare at this finger
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
My gig is in hotspots
That’s what I do
I’m a journalist
I report the truth
But maintaining relationships is oh so difficult
Especially when there are landmines, IED’S
Bullets, missiles, kidnapping and assassinations
You gotta wonder, why me?
What’s with the danger?
There’s no good grief
But I’ve got editors and readers who want the truth
So here I am in Hong Kong, or Myanmar, spending my youth
I could have a girl back home
Instead I got an interpreter I love
Who wants to come to America — and deserves to as he protects me
But I love it, it sure beats the city desk
Every day is an adventure
Or a nightmare
Getting a haircut is tough
The food often *****
No end in sight for this life
Unless the world disappears
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC