"hypnotically" poems
The city is a grid
of lights projected
by man-made mountains
built of glass and steel;
they reflect, distorted
off the glass surface
of Lake Michigan.
Good morning
The sun rises
with heavy-eyed commuters,
homes filling with
the smell of coffee;
yesterday’s events are
brought inside, rolled
up in a blue plastic bag.
Soon the traffic on the Dan Ryan
will turn the stretch of road
into a temporary parking lot.
Life enters the veins
of downtown;
it heads down Michigan Avenue
to the heart of The Loop.
The ferris wheel at Navy Pier
begins to turn hypnotically,
attracting all walks of life.
A Muslim passes a Christian
on the street;
they smile at each other;
their backgrounds don’t matter.
Someone is calling;
someone is answering.
Today is the best day for one,
the worst day for another.
The day does its job to go on
Chicago fills its lungs,
then exhales life back home.
The sun colors buildings,
traces of day
to be soon replaced
by the form of lit office windows.
From a plane passing over,
the grid is a chessboard
waiting for the next day,
the next game.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:07 AM UTC
She moves those hips hypnotically
As she smiles through her slender long fingers
Speaking with her big beautiful onyx-black eyes
Ah, Will you just look at her grace?
Her saree painted rich brass
With amber brown motif on the edges
Heavy indian anklets adorn her ankles
Her skin so golden on which sunshine sketches.
Glorious, every little move she makes
Flamboyant, her mehendi feet, the way they part and meet
All the energy any strong man can have,
Reflected in her elegant femine beauty, sincere and discreet.
Like a goddess, she holds her head high
And showers you with her immortal blessings
When she gets down the stage with a humble smile
You'd exclaim "paradise on earth" with a sigh.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
To: The brokenhearted girl
And to the boy who broke your heart,
I honestly hope he's happy,
I hope he's pleased with what he had done.
I hope he's sleeping peacefully, because you aren't.
I hope he shivers in pain, when he thinks of you
I hope his ears get tired of hearing your name
Over, and over and over again
Especially on nights when he's restless.
Especially on nights when he can't sleep
Especially on nights when his eye lids won't shut.
I hope he remembers the taste of your lips
And yearns for it when your lips hits the lips of another man.
I hope his dreams are filled with images of you
Images of you happier than ever,
Images of you finding someone that's better.
I hope when he eats, he remembers how your hand cradled the food
How your lips surrounded it and how your jaws turned almost hypnotically as you savoured the food the same way you did to his tongue.
And I hope when the lips of another are on him, they'll feel like yours
And her touch, will feel like your touch,
And her hair,
Her hair ..
I hope it smells like yours.
And I hope the kisses of another, will feel like lashes compared to yours
And i hope their touch, will feel like burns compared to yours
As if he's receiving a punishment for letting you go
As if he's receiving a punishment for falling in the arms of another.
As if he's receiving a punishment for using the word "love" too much.
And i hope the minute he utters "I love you" , he'll remember the times he told you,
He'll remember each one of them as if it was yesterday,
Remember which ones were lies,
Break down in tears
And comes crawling back to you.
But darling, don't forget to tell him it's too late.
Sincerely,
An onlooker
(h.s)
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
When I'm alone at night
Laying in my bed
The demons come out
Attach to my head
The voices whisper
Never knowing what they said
But every time
Fill me with overwhelming dread
My body only has evil fed
And all emotions have completely fled
My grey sight
Has just turned to red
And the rage takes over
Arms turn to bull dozers
Anybody in my path will be run over
I'm a *** addict
Popping perks
Like i gatta have it
Coke in my pocket
Gotta grab it
Your ******* throat
I gotta stab it
Living in poverty
Blinded by hate
Until i can't even see
That demon i hate is me
Deep inside it breathes
Blood it needs
And death it seeks
My cheeks turn red
My head starts to spin
My mouth opens up
No words appear
Constantly trembling in fear
Knowing my death is constantly near
Pills in my pocket
Take them with beer
Start shedding tears
I spit poison
My mind is toxic
My heart is frozen
Brain with no logic
Speak without a topic
My evil is atomic
Zoned out like im bionic
My life is chronically chaotic
And i smoke until im hypnotically psychotic
Stuck in a constant fight or flight
So much dark no hope for light
The darkness has taken over my eye sight
I'm a monster
Prepare for a fright
No bark all bight
And when i attack i come with all my might
Stuck in this eternal night
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
-Audience!
Prepare for the magic act
*Hypnotically launching attacks
upon the helpless masses*
Won't pull a rabbit from a hat,
Rather false-flaggish gaffs
Practically exposed to radioactive madness
*(Feel the hurt disappear like doves
Gloriously soaring out your ***
Hijack these hijinks
Whilst laughing maniacally
Tornado alley to the trailer-park mentality
I call this a helluva brainstorm,
High-velocity lethality
Compose yourselves
Are your brain-stems intact?
-Okay. Now
*f
o
l
l
o
w
the swing
of
my pendulous
p e n m a n s h i p
Drearily drift into dreamy trance,
While I attempt
to initialize a feat
of mass hypnotization
Enchantingly dip
into deep illusory corridors
of thoughts limitless*
(Pay no attention
to any slippage,
Mental or otherwise
It's already dripping out your ears
& the seat of your pants)
Real ****
no gimmicks!
Abracadabra
Propaganda
Extravaganza
Gaze into my crystal ball
Mouths agape in awe
While I slay and lay waste
indiscriminate to the faceless plague
Come one, come all!
Phantom sorcerer I am, conjuring
unfathomable horrors
To the collective mind
procured through sleight-of-hand
Voila!
Still with us?
Alright, hold your breath
until you finally wake up
And illuminate the bogus
Hocus pocus front
♠ ♥ ♣ ♦
Shuffle the deck,
Reset Earth's debts
In a fabulous show
of m i s d i r e c t i o n
♠ ♥ ♣ ♦
Now, Ladies & Gents!
For my final performance
With this rope,
Suspended from the throat
I am going to bulls-eye myself
In the frontal lobe
Dead-center
In front of all you people
With this
.40 caliber desert eagle!
Graciously donated by our very own NWO
(applause)
This one's sure to be mind-blowing folks.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
There were days
I fell into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped.
I was proud
to count each move made
as a gift.
Sometimes, underneath my eyes
I could see a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
looking up
at my lips.
Often, I wished
to be still
inside my soul
find a shelter
where I could dance
just one more time,
to verses I wrote
just for you.
Thinking,
perhaps then,
I could fade hypnotically
into your thoughts,
find the sweetest truth.
For endless days now,
I have stared at empty paper
trying to remember
your voice
and capture how much I love you
inside a metaphor.
I found I only fell back
into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped
my heart
only loved you more.
Last night, underneath my eyes
I once again
saw a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
filled with your face
and my own.
There, I danced
inside the stillness of my soul
within the shelter
of your arms,
found in your eyes,
my home.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Right food forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull of his electric eyes
Like a magnetic force
Drawing me in, attracting me,
Influencing my strings, convincing me
I am still the puppeteer.
My hand slips away from the grasp of my rules
It has become busy
Tangled within bows and gift wrappings
First, my tongue.
It parts my lips, drools at the gleam of the sharp blade,
Then, communication falls.
Second, my ripe cherry of purity.
Naked. Peeled. Devoured.
Finally, the puppeteer demands
Take a sledge hammer to the wall.
Reveal the heart once and for all.
Tear it out. Gift wrap it.
Into the emptiness I plummet
Down into the bowel, through the stomach
****** awake by the sinking feeling
Empty room, all truth revealing
Right foot forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull
left by his hollows
Body trapped in in the lingerings of his magnetic field
His electric gaze the portal
Storing the Love Comedy wielded in Horror
Tear out your heart. Gift wrap it.
Place it into his arms
Watch him drop it.
Mouth gaping. No tongue to speak.
Just eyes watching, from above to the side
Out of body out of my mind
I am the puppeteer who tore out my heart
Gift wrapped it with bows
Hypnotically placed it in his arms of doubt
He dropped it.
Severing me from the gravitational pull
Awakening me from my trance to witness
My heart there
Pulsating
Against the cold. Concrete. Floor.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Every night from dusk until dawn
Fantasies of a promiscuous angel
Cradle my heart with great solace
Serenading me with salacious whispers
Originating from the world of the sexually elite
The delectable foundation of this woman's shape
Glided across the majestic incandescence of the moon
Her skin moon bathing in the marvelous afterglow
Her provocative body was like the tree of forbidden fruit
One could simply look but was never allowed touch
Deep inside I was desperately dying to taste
Of the nectarous heaven of her lustful treats
However I inhaled the aroma of her hypnotically ****** scent
For it was airborne and suckering me in with remarkable ease
Injecting me with an elixir of opulent passion and zealous elation
This charming woman gives me taboos of a cutting edge nature
Always leaving me upon my knees crawling back for more
Oh, foxy woman forever you may haunt my fantasies
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:43 AM UTC
i watched the little cat
watch me
safe, secure and warm
behind the quarter pane
of glass
just past a kitten,
all curiousity
and lithe loveliness
of form
eyes
bright chips of amber
ears
caramel crema,
tipped with coccoa,
tongue
coral pink lipstick
licking the window wall.
a little red collar
and a tinkling bell
wriggling nutmeg
and cafe au lait body
walking
up
and
down
the four foot promenade
not quiet
yet perfected
the
turn-around,
but trying really hard
tail swaying hypnotically
keeping a mystic beat
this cat
knows
it is beautiful
but then don't they all.
i
watched
the little cat
watching me.
and wondered
what did
the little cat
see
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
.
.
Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Nobody by Mitski
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
Zephyrs breach this cobble wall
Gusts of morning glory breezes
Swirl enchanting echoes about my weary mind
I reach for the top, pulling myself to my feet
So that I may see that which is calling
In gale force phrases of poetic vistas…finding me
“Hallucinating?”
Breathless, I lean on moss covered stone
Weakened by mystic dreams and sighed fragrance,
For the beauty which engulfs my sight
Of lavender reaches in ribbon’d flow,
Brush strokes of cocoa eyes smiling
Grasps my body, wrapping me in passion’d bliss…touching me
“Hypnotically”
“What magic is this?” I call out from the shadows
In wheezing voice of broken harmony
“Tis love,’ she whispers as my breath escapes
Clutching my chest in fevered emotions
Wide eyed dimensions course my now beaming face
As all of life has bloomed within my being…and I fall
“Hyperventilating”
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
Men portrayed as sex-starved, beer-craving
nonentities whose only purpose in their existence appears to be
getting laid.
Women, ******** clad ******* ******* everywhere),
seen merely as objects--disposable; disgusting.
Hypnotically alluring.
Attractive in all the seemingly right, but more obviously wrong, ways
How did we become so...
...desensitized?
Sin coated in a seductively savory sauce.
So sweet?
So salty?
No.
So sickening.
At least to my sore eye sockets.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
As the smoke of a forgotten lover rises from your tainted skin
You sigh and realize what you've done; total annihilation
The bones you carry lie within you limply as you lie still
Your joints clatter like castanets collaborating to make a song of anxiousness
Your eyes like sunken chasms of a feeling of longing
Your lip quivers like the string of a bow and arrow before you shoot it at the target
The castles you've built within you, the forests that blossomed and the towns of everlasting memories inscribed in your brain
Burn incessantly, ashes flying up to heaven to touch unknown holiness
To touch the clouds in a forbidden romance as if Romeo and Juliet
****** of Vietnam, what once destroyed bustling jungles is destroying my sanity
Burning me from the inside and out, a caged bird inside of me
My soul's last dying wish is to unlock the cage that my fate was sealed in
The skeleton key dangles in front of me hypnotically, drawing me closer to your poison that is disguised as aromatic perfumes
As I took my dying breath, from the smoke of sin rising from my skin, you touched my hand, only to let it slip as I pass into the light
I realized solely one thing: I was your victim, the job was done
I vanish, within your mind, to be consumed by the ruins of time as you move from woman to woman
mbm
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Have you ever washed the blood of another off of yourself?
Standing under the shower’s rain,
Rinsing, and scrubbing the blood off your face and arms.
Staining the tile where you stand;
Swirling hypnotically down the drain.
I shot you;
I’m the reason you’re dead,
And the splatter of blood across my face proves it.
The gunpowder is still under my nails,
Black as ever as if I scratched my way out of my own coffin into yours.
I’m still coughing up dirt, I swear.
I stabbed you;
I’m the reason you won’t wake up.
The blade glimmered as I twisted it into you so fluidly.
I was afraid to pull it out,
Afraid that a piece of myself was embedded in you too.
The dagger is a shade of red and brown as if you were ***** just like me.
I killed you!
Can’t you see? You can’t.
But, I believe, no, I know you feel it somewhere.
Somehow.
This water isn’t hot enough.
It’s not scalding enough to burn the feeling of you off of me.
But the blood,
Oh, the blood.
A never ending crimson sea, a deep bleeding river of you, slowly, but surely, disappearing from existence.
I run a bath,
The shower wasn’t enough.
I’m still stained.
I’m still tainted,
I’m still bleeding into someone who isn’t me.
The water swishes as I settle in.
Back and forth, up and down,
Over and under the sides of the tub.
The water won’t stop turning red,
A deep red.
A reminder that I killed you,
That I shot you,
That I stabbed you.
That I don’t regret it,
But regret isn’t guilt.
Is it?
It’s ******
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
Let me lay down in the bed of poetry
you keep underneath
the soft curves of your skin
and let me sleep in
until it is time to dream again
let your smile be the sun
and the moon and the sky
forever painted black and blue
and bruised with the brush strokes
of love lost and found
and fought for and kept
weave the magic in your pulse
into the madness of my heartbeat
and spill your words of blood and anguish
and sorrow and triumph
into the silence of the conversation
between the color and wonder
of your eyes gazing hypnotically
into the horror and the void
and monsters living
in the dark pools of mine
build bridges between
the broken pieces of me
and the stars you keep
under your skirt
and we will live in our own universe
where everything hurt
has a place to find comfort
and every comfort knows
the way back
from the place where we hurt
where dreams know that nightmares
are part of the stage and the play
and that life even in death
must always go on
and should we forget our lines
we just need to listen
to the song of the leaves
and the words in the wind
we will be the forest
and the bears and the wolfs
and the dragons and the clouds
and the fire and the howls
and the fairy and the tale
and the language we make up
as we write poetry underneath
the beds of our skin
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
I’ve come to know
That this much is true…
I am a living ghost,
Weighted by
Invisible rusty, chains
And cursed as if
Crossing over
To another life;
Walking through
The city near the old hospital;
Crossing the street,
Something feels
So, familiar here.
As if a portal,
Only I can see;
But, to where?
It draws me near.
Moving forward, falling back, moving forward, falling back;
A pendulum swings between both eyes,
Hypnotically.
Small glimpses of heaven
Brought to life in this one;
I chose to separate from it;
Yet, it will always
Be there waiting
If I make the choice
To give my entirety to
The spiritual side.
I am human and flawed though.
I am scarred a sinner.
I am holding heaven while creating Winter.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Tiger, your eyes of amber
lull me hypnotically under
slowly sink, you slink in tallest grass
night, a steamy jungle where you sleep
scratch and paw, you claw my neck
I run, always you bite and bite
growl, and prowl hunting me down, to defeat
tireless in your clever games of hide and seek.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
Sunshine!
Life’s lingering flashlight.
Too bright to stare at the sun.
Don’t stay out in it too long.
Suffocating heat sometimes.
My porch gets like a baking oven.
Get burnt and it will peel your skin.
Visions of desert dunes,
Camel trails:
A searing sun that sends you delirious,
Mirage-seas shimmering hypnotically above the sands.
I love the sun.
My memories of buckets and spades,
Golden sandcastles along the esplanades.
Delicious ice-cream.
A cooling breeze.
Grass and pollen
Making you sneeze.
A mini-heatwave we have now,
But storms will come
Over that brow.
British weather I have to say:
Sunshine now
For which we’ll pay.
Paul Butters
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
In the confines of my mind, I cascade through time in way that is hard to define. Cascading through fire and transpire to a higher level, which shows my desire. The story of my life is not a gun or a knife, it's the fight for wrong, when all around me is right. Fight the monotony of the inner psychology that removes us hypnotically from the ties of duality.
Being confident is not the same as a bully, cause aggression is not a scapegoat for ignorance, it's the aptitude of your patheticness. The coincidence of that ignorance is the submissiveness of a society that is blinded by fashion and ****** brain ******* **** tube of a generation. But the subduction of concussion that wears away at our minds makes us merely pawns in a sick kids game.
Then cascade through dreams to find impossible things, and life, which we affectionately create with style that holds weight like one of the great lakes, but holds you in your place cause ignorance is your fate regardless of what pain you take. People are stupid!
Is fate so often redefined by the curiosity of the mind, but your cloud will never move any faster, it's not the path that you take, it's the feelings you find along the way that define it. Emotions are transparent in the catastrophe of the spirit as you search for the meaning in your screams and sorrow, forever! But smile, "because ignorance is bliss"….
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
A strawberry red bale
that gratitude was dale
but her waist ran a bijou
a chestful day in May
and her thigh was derry with such a motif
that was ye trumpet from Sunnyvale tonight
where her sweet tooth went ravishingly bare
while incredible vibration she'd shareware
indeed, a variation hypnotically sound
like her chestnut roasting bonfire where
tactfully dressed in love attire
we happen to know that travel so far
with the web now our thoroughfare
and dire by dawn fit her ankle again
that entail her sprangle
though her selfie is the grandeur soon
with foetuses In her bottom.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
I am from coffee,
from warm mugs and caffeine.
I am from the water in the pool,
Cool, soothing,
heavy scent of chlorine.
I am from the chattering birds
the buzzing summertime bugs
all the sounds hypnotically inducing sleep
every warm evening whilst drifting into dreamland.
I'm from support and jokes,
from Mark and Susan.
I'm from loud-talkers and long-laughers
and proud people,
from tradition and habit.
I'm from He was looking out for us
with unconditional love
and the memorized word in His name.
I'm from Shovel-Town and the Little Town,
hidden stale crackers and homemade cappelletti.
From Papa's white hammock
for napping on Thursdays,
the playground and pond and church along the walk.
Under the layer of dust is the photo book
preserving the people long past,
a stream of days before my time
to ignite curiosity all throughout my mind.
I am from those people and friends--
the twists and turns and decisions they made--
shaped from the very same stone from long ago.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
~
Sluggish, my eyes barely focus,
headlights seem faint
through this cracked windshield
in heavy traffic, bending lanes
with detour signs collecting travelers
like gas station snow globes,
displayed in between blurred white lines
Monstrous *** holes shake me awake
from the thoughts crawling
deep within a weary mind,
a casualty of a night to forget
which will not soon be forgotten
as digital numbers, glaring red
catch my eye and I see…5:38
Darkness engulfs the cab of this truck,
dash lights cringe and flash hypnotically,
out of round tires draw skid marks
on a lonely winding pavement
As my feet fall through the floor boards,
scraping on glass shard encrusted asphalt
bleeding beyond the speed limit
White knuckles grip the wheel
while doors become giant guillotines,
slashing at faux leather seats, exposing rancid foam leaking
battery acid on the engine’s severed heads
Everything begins to spin, losing control,
a bright flash and I shift to see…5:39
and the sun comes out presenting a beautiful day
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC